A work in progress...


Mayonnaise


The acid stench is revolting
and the factory is ablaze
There on the floor were every day
she closes pots of mayonnaise

When she quits around five fifteen
And leaves for home for the day
6.000 pots of mayonnaise
sit neatly in their trays

Out of breath and a bit smelly
She reeks of sweat and vinegar
In a hurry to the station
to catch the Intercity train

If that train is not delayed
she arrives six twenty eight
Because the offices close early
She had to stand up all the way
  
She eats her food without tasting
Tonight they're having leek
She gets the chips,
and automatically
adds mayonnaise...

That night she skips her dance class
Too tired she doesn't want to go
She browses through the lady's mag
there's nothing there she wants to know

Her husband has no news today
She goes to bed not too late
She is in bed around eleven
Tomorrow is an early day

The train, the time-clock , the canteen
The loo-break once an hour
And all the while
6.000 pots of mayonnaise
saved from going sour

She always closes the same number
She's good at the assembly line
Once a month a bit worse
because the loo breaks take more time

09/04/2011 - Target

Uptown - downtown
No one's fussy I'm a target
Black, white - day, night
No one's fussy I'm a target

Some people say I'm crazy
Walking in this neighborhood
Say you can't be too careful
But that won't do no good

I'm no one special
But any part of town
Someone could smile at me then
Shake my hand then gun me down

Uptown - downtown
No one's fussy I'm a target
Black, white - day, night
No one's fussy I'm a target

Some people say I'm crazy
Living in this crazy town
I say maybe you're just lazy
Got to either swim or drown

I know what I'm doing
I'm happy day to day
But then something happens
Takes my nerve away

Uptown - downtown
No one's fussy I'm a target
Black, white - day, night
No one's fussy I'm a target

Friday's lighter side

Stuff with a lighter touch that I found on the web.

 
  Naked Man Shoots SWAT Robot With AK-47

Aussie scientists test first space beer

Man tries to light hearing aid (huh?)
(also read Mr. Mast's comment!)

The cook has lost it!

Aww.... what a nice little Kanga!

Essential Beer Update!

Baby they should name a Hurricane after you...

Introducing; The Beer Bike

Oh.My.God.The.Germans!

And one more update because it's just too weird to let go...

Enjoy...

A brilliant extension to solve a problem...

Regarding the impending shutdown of the American government here is an article that I really enjoyed.

"If we are indeed fated to have a government shutdown, then it should not just be the 800,000 federal employees who bear the brunt. We should also have a Shutoff, under which all legislators in Congress, as well as the president himself, have their pay, pension contributions, health insurance, travel expenses, accommodation perks, and all their myriad other benefits suspended for the period of the shutdown.
   
If the rest of government is shut down, so should they be. If the president wants to use Air Force One during the Shutoff, he should be expected to pay for it himself, as he's not our responsibility as a government employee during a shutdown.
   
The speed with which this draconian but eminently logical and fair provision will concentrate all politicians' minds onto coming up with a deal would, I suspect, be astonishing."

Sigma 3

Still,  very intriguing. I'm going to keep an eye on this story.

Water, water, Oh Lovely Pure Sparkling Water!

Decided to go take it easy for a while. No more 'extreme beering' in the cafe for now, no more super late nights, just a bit of relaxation and some guitar rehearsals at home.

Quote of the week

"In his indispensable book “America Alone,” Mark Steyn records how British Gen. Sir Charles Napier handled India’s tradition of “suttee” — the practice of burning widows to death in their husband’s funeral pyre. He told the locals:
     
“You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: When men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours."

I must have broken a million G-strings...

I have not made music for quite some time. Focussed much more on the DJ-ing and on discovering music that I had missed over the years. Especially the journey into very old Blues was enlightening; from Blind Willie Johnson via Elmore James to the modern bluesmen, it's a very logical progression once you take the time to listen to all of it.
So now I want to actually finally definitely really pick up the acoustic guitar again. And I break a string in the first 5 minutes. I guess strings that are older than 5 years are no good anymore...

Oh well, it's a good excuse to go check out the new local guitar shop.

Goodbye Quark

After having been with us for 11 years and three months, one of our two cats(Quark) wandered off some 18 or 19 days ago. We received word yesterday that he was found - dead - on the 10th of March, so I guess it didn't take him long to go.
  
We would have liked to have him around for a little while longer, but I guess as the Great Kurt Vonnegut said; 'So it goes'.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the sky

as if you are there watching, somehow you hear every word

You were with us for a while, it was such a short time

But we told you we loved you, hoping somehow you heard

We hope you heard.

Blatant Self Promotion - Chapter 425

I found this one picture of me at a Karaoke(or rather a 'Live Singing Contest'). ONE decent picture!

Djezus, it ain't easy to put me on celluloid and make me look unlike a complete dork...

The Church Of The Poisoned Mind

Somebody over at TMZ tried to make a point. And succeeded...

Exit Liz; Why Martha! Your Sunday chapel dress!

Elizabeth Taylor, wife of the late great Richard Burton, dies age 79.

Martha: I swear, if you existed, I'd divorce you.

Martha: Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.

Martha: I hope that was an empty bottle, George! You can't afford to waste good liquor, not on YOUR salary!

Martha: You make me puke.

George: That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Martha.

George: Martha, in my mind you're buried in cement right up to the neck. No, up to the nose, it's much quieter.

George: You take the trouble to construct a civilization, to build a society based on the principles of... of principle. You make government and art and realize that they are, must be, both the same. You bring things to the saddest of all points, to the point where there is something to lose. Then, all at once, through all the music, through all the sensible sounds of men building, attempting, comes the Dies Irae. And what is it? What does the trumpet sound? Up yours.

Martha: George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad.

Church and State

The separation of church and state does not seem to be garantueed any longer in the USA.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/did-shariah-law-just-work-its-way-into-a-florida-court/

YES! There are still people who can be annoyed by bad lyrics!

Straight from the heart, I must say.

Why some songs are worse than other bad songs...

"Baby, baby, baby ohh

 Like baby, baby, baby noo

 Like baby, baby, baby ohh

 I thought you'd always be mine"

Indeed... hmmmm....


Or this little world famous 'gem' ;


"Imma be, Imma be - Imma imma Imma be/ Imma be, Imma be - Imma imma Imma be/ Imma be, Imma be - Imma imma Imma be/ Imma be be be be Imma imma be/ Imma be be be be Imma imma be/ Imma be be be be Imma imma be"


(I could go on, but I'll spare you.)

Going back a bit.

Just went back from Windows 7 to Windows XP. Windows 7 just asks too much of my old faithful PC(Pentium IV - 1GB - onboard sound and video, no cards whatsoever).

Still... while 'nicing up' the new installation I managed to find a stunning NASA background.

What would Richard Feynman do?

An excellent link I received from a friend.

Don't fuck with scientists!

What would Richard Feynman do?


PS. And for an encore Dr. Feynman once again...

Read of the week - Long and interesting.

The most extensive article I have ever read about Scientology. Very interesting reading...

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/02/14/110214fa_fact_wright?printable=true&currentPage=all

Build a better mousetrap... Internet in Egypt.

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-02-01/egypt-protests-hackers-work-to-get-demonstrators-back-online/?cid=hp:mainpromo4

This is an interesting read about 'mesh-networks'. Basically these are networks that cannot be physically blocked.


"The product they’ve been working on is a mobile router, small enough to fit into a backpack. “You could have a number of these routers in backpacks or in cars moving around the city or mounted on rooftops—and with these you could create a kind of secondary Internet, one that would not be blockable,” he says."


Not just interesting because of what is happening in Egypt, also because we hear more and more about companies and providers who talk about restricting the internet or make it multiple speed(depending on how much you can pay). It goes against everything the internet ever stood for but fear not; somebody is building a better mouse...

Lyrics of the week; It Bites - Oh My God

Oh My God - It Bites

             

Oh my God, the genius of it all

The way the words spit from my mouth

I'm self-assured and meaninglessly bored

and all these things straight through your heart

So when you talk to me there's nothing left to say

And only one thing can remain, so please refrain 'cause

I'm so wrapped up in writing words for you

(I got your words I got your words, I got your words, I got)

I'm so strung out that nothing else will do

(I got your words I got your words, I got your words, I got)

Oh my god, how boring I've become

I'll say this again and again

I'm self-obsesses and tedious at best

I'd wish this on no one but you

And when I talk to you I find it hard to say

You're wasting all these words again, I feel ashamed now

I'm so wrapped up in writing words for you

(I got your words I got your words, I got your words, I got)

I'm so strung out that nothing else will do

(I got your words I got your words, I got your words, I got)

Hoping these letters will carry you through in the old dramatic way

And I still recall as I bury the wall

It's a gentle reminder there's always the time to go sailing

Hey, you've got yourself to blame

And these promises spoken, like hearts will be broken

I' wrapped around your finger, your words still mean something to me...

I'm so wrapped up in writing words for you

(I got your words I got your words, I got your words, I got)

I'm so strung out that nothing else will do

(I got your words I got your words, I got your words, I got)

Copyright (c)2008 - It Bites

The Last Of The Super Villains!

Well, not really...

"JANUARY 6--A Minnesota man is facing felony charges after police discovered that he had retrofitted a vibrator, turning the sex toy into a homemade explosive device."

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/bizarre/man-busted-building-vibrator-bomb