Procrastination Confessions and Ice-T Readings

I am spending HOURS at my deak these days. There is a lot of work to be done and all of it has to be done by me. There is also a lot of procrastination to be done, also by me. Writing this definetely counts as the latter, though I might argue that at least I am writing!

Otherwise I have rediscovered the yo yo, I have juggled, I won some races and some turf on Need for Speed, couldn't work out how to drift so gave up, emailed old friends, planned a holiday, tidied the living room, tidied my room, discarded holiday plans. At a particular low point I even typed "panda bear" into the youtube search engine. What completely got me is a new found ambition to solve the Rubik's Cube. Boy I am getting better at that! I have solved half of it. YAY! Now I'm stuck though.

The strangest thing of all is that despite this eagerness to procrastinate I have almost finished my portfolio a week ahead of the deadline. No nightshift this time. At least not for the work, there might be one for the Rubik's Cube.

I spent all of last night reading articles about Ice-T and the Cop Killer controversy. Now that was a night shift due to insomnia, not time pressure. I couldn't quite resist to roll my eyes at the irony of people actually picketing Time Warner with signs calling for Ice-T to be executed for instigating violence. How does that make sense? He sings violent stuff, let's kill him!

Apparently Charlton Heston read out the lyrics of Cop Killer and KKK Bitch. To demonstrate how bad they are. Now that I would LOVE to hear. Was it like Peter Seller's Shakespeare interpretation of The Beatles' A Hard Days Night?

A Very Happy Easter

A lot of dead animals and a little blue plastic cow

I spent most of the day in Edinburgh which is a pretty glorious city. I went to a museum and ...well...what is this fascination with stuffed animals all about? The Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum around the corner in Glasgow is also filled with them, but Edinburgh wins this one. Hundreds of them! Bears, foxes, fish, lions, tigers, rabbits, squirrles, seals, leopards, polar bears, a rhino, monkeys, birds, turtles etc etc etc. CRAZY, especially since Edinburgh has a zoo, wouldn't it be nicer to see those creatures alive? Walking through rooms filled with dead animals is strangely disturbing and ever so creepy. I was glad to see some fish swimming about in a little fountain type thingy.

Speaking of dead animals, I just realised that I have not eaten meat in ten years. Maybe that should make me feel healthy but it just makes me feel old. It means that for ten whole years everytime I was ill my mum has said "maybe just fish, please?" The good thing is that I qualified to look at a nice "big double room in vegetarian flat" in Edinburgh, which was the reason for the little excursion. It was a very nice room in a very nice area, and in the tree outside of the window was a very nice (refreshingly alive) squirrel. I like squirrels very much, I don't have a garden. I was told those two things ALWAYS go hand in hand.

I forgot to buy a pen in the museum shop despite looking around in it. I blame that German lady who was also browsing until she discoverd a little blue plastic cow and yelled "That is exactly what I need!"...what on earth do you need a little blue plastic cow for? I was tempted to buy a little blue plastic cow myself just to figure out what you need a little blue plastic cow for. Unfortunately I did not buy a little blue plastic cow and now it bugs me tremendously. It was exactly was she needed as well. Does that mean a little blue plastic donkey or a little green plastic cow would have been altogether wrong and useless? Here's a thought...maybe she has a strange connection to Franz Marc and is trying to work something out...but Marc's cow was yellow and the pony was blue...what is she up to?

making a stand

My parents are flat hunting as well. Their serach might be even harder than mine, because their standards are higher. Then again, so is their budget. Trying to picture my dad in a 2.5 x 2.5 boxroom...well at least he would not get cold due to that "bloody open window all the time."

Speaking of my father, he went to see No Country for Old Men yesterday. Dubbed into German. Javier Bardem does not get a Spanish accent in the German version, which seems rather bizarre. My dad said that the dubbing was rubbish anyway but that it luckily could not destroy Bardem's brilliance. Yes he knows a good actor when he sees one. Go Javier! Maybe Benno Fürmann should have dubbed Javier Bardem, just think about it... Benno Fürmann of course is this very talented German actor from Tom Tykwer's The Warrior and the Empress who managed to pull off one of the few worthwhile dubs as Puss in Boots in the Shrek sequels, sporting a much stronger Spanish accent than that of original voice Antonio Banderas. It's quite glorious.

Why oh WHY this insistance on dubbing in Germany?As long as that country so shamelessly abuses films like that I will NOT return there by free will. So far it does not seem to mind. I like to imagine this like that scene in The English Patient. I walk away and Germany goes "I just wanted you to know: I'm not missing you yet." and I turn around and say "You will."

flat hunting 1

I suddenly find myself on the search for a room again. AGAIN! This time in Edinburgh, which let's be honest is quite exciting. Unfortunately the room/house/roof-over-head market seems rather ridiculous.

Here's my favourite add of the day (and I quote):
Large box room 2.5m x 2.5m. No window. £195/m + bills

I remember Adrian Mole living in Pandora's box room for a while and it did not do him any good. Then again that wasn't a "large" box room...