it's all a matter of numbers

i need a life. i need a life. i need a life. i need a life. i need a life. this one right here if that's possible this one the arrow the point to here not there where's denmark count the islands on our own way roar of time whirl of accident adesso ivan right now you hear no it wasn't that bad not bad at all go on keep talking make a difference referrer spam alphabet soup v.i.p. dinner dead end replicator how much to go now now now how much now

snip!

"look" he said, "i generated this content just for you."

"aww."

"sööğınsın, yooğınsın and ğommade'el walk into a bar."

"woof!"

call cousin vinnie

secret bonus level, here i come!

(last night i fell asleep listening to a chorus of overenthusiastic birds, a wooden wind chime -not the annoying kind- , cars i like to think are all going to the airport, and three guys singing "prayer is better than sleep.")

clocks don't melt, silly.

three days ago, i threw a noneaten cornetto out the window- don't tell anyone.

(i did eat the tip of the cone. can't let those go to waste.)

and because i had better things to do, i took pictures.

(disclaimer: shitty camera, amateur photog, from a height of about five meters. the ice cream was harmed in the making of.)

note the icyness in the first photo, by the tenth it's completely melted; not much change in appearance after that. am particularly fascinated by the durability of the chocolate "dimple".

timestampage (l-r, 14 June, local): 15:45, 15:55, 16:05, 16:10, 16:17, 16:31, 16:43, 16:51, 17:01, 17:08, 17:20, 17:30, 17:52, 18:29, 19:50 (15th) 12:26, 16:05, 18:23 (16th) 13:26, 16:09.

weather on the 14th, 16:00 local: clear skies, temperature 28.2°C, humidity 67%, wind 6 km/h NE

(via meteor.gov.tr)

lotsa stray cats & dogs around, but the wreck is still there as of this writing. it is also unphotographable at night because the flash just reflects off of the leaves above it, grr. more updates to follow.

i think of this *now* ?

how often do you see a JanUllrich(sorta)lookalike (outside of northerneurope)?

okay, so i often see resemblances where most people don't. but still.

had an interesting encounter with a pale green butterfly today who banged itself repeatedly against the French window and appeared very uncoordinated- probably dead by now. we gazed at each other's eyes as it rested, its antennae worryingly still. then it resumed trying to fly through the window. i was v. flattered, obviously.

tuesday.

why my life is so hard, v.31142176 in a series

under NO circumstances should a birthday candle be lit twice. never. you do this, i go all CAPSLOCK on you. so don't. love, A.

water closet!

my teams, in order of supportage (or underdoggage, same difference):

denmark

serbia

uruguay/argentina

holland/italy/france

the rest

brazil

germany

spain (i know, i know.)

the vuvuthingy does need to go.

i libe wuwu, wuwu, wuwuzange. imbiyali me zembe, hahule huhu, u yambe knote'e.

wonder if he's still alive. wrong part of africa too.

how cool is it that those particular sentences from an endangered language is now stored in the "useless things i remember despite my best intentions" folder of thousands of people all over the world?

someone i know lives in Port Elizabeth.

i never got to the africa chapter of Guns, Germs and Steel. one of the few books i really did read (450 pages of) too early. it seemed huge at the time at 560 pages. remember some very specific examples though, so maybe not that early.

what do kaka, dunga and boka have in common?

denmark has three poulsens in the team. scandinavian patronymic surnames, how i love you.

and this is what you get when someone who hasn't watched world football since the penultimate water closet writes about it: anything but football. estr commentators on cycling&wintersports, i am one of you today. let's be a world, form a circle, immerse our souls in love.

can you imagine when this race is won

as, jv

happy barricadeday!

a holiday observed by my first, tiny, very-closed-canon fandom. kinda miss it, should take another look sometime after these two weeks. also, link. (first orwell, now hugo? leave the human race alone, boys.)