Friday, April 28, 2006

Use Of Olive Oil For Hair

It's back ...


Wird Zeit, die letzten soundsoviel Tage mal nachzuholen. Montag bis Mittwoch war irgendwie nix mit tagsüber munter Bloggen, da ich ganztags in so einer ultraspannenden Schulung hocken durfte ... naja, wenigstens gab es mittags kostenlosen leckeren Kram und so - nuff said.

Dafür war ich am Wochenende davor mal eben auf nen Abstecher in Heidelberg, liebe Menschen besuchen, deren Geburtstag feiern, lecker Whisky schlürfen, Musik machen, mit Katze auffem Schoß in der Sonne rumsitzen und sowas. Das tat gut. Nur schade, dass das Wochenende etwas kurz war. Samstagmittag hin, Sonntagnachmittag home again, strum the night in between, unfortunately a little short thanks to 4 clock in the morning, not to his hands and vocal cords would, in the morning and then shortly before 6 Arvids forgotten Alarm (Hugo only knows why the stand just next to the guest bed ... I sense a conspiracy! o_O), about half 9 then car alarm in the yard, finally, hungry, cat purring on the pillow, etc. ... no matter, it was definitely a cool weekend. : D


My host: Dr. Frank-N-Furter, Lara Croft and the Tiger of Bengal (aka Sam "aka" Kaaaater)

Another "You have absolutely nochma ! come "Invitation for this weekend I had to unfortunately cancel wg. Aikido Seminar. "Set priorities!" Sensei always say, then do the time I wait, even though I am currently posted discreet - the shoulder is non better. After practice Tuesday, I could finally take no car, so yesterday again for NEM another doctor was, again X-ray, again found nothing, but first 3 weeks break from training aufgebrummt got with a view of an MRI next week if no improvement occurs. And the prescription painkillers me then jump as knocked out that I have spent the rest of the day sleeping ... at least I could sleep I sometimes fairly painless right, which recently Time rather rare, but had this morning I've already taken any more, I'm just on non-pills, it will probably not change much.


I was forced to wear funny hats ... But I stayed cool.

And if I really have to buck training break, I do not quite know the 2 weeks over Easter I had actually already too long. And yesterday I was kind of pretty depressed at the prospect of spending the next 3 weeks at best, frosted ... Sensei, which I have complained yesterday, by e-mail my pain say: spare shoulder to move the rest anyway. Sounds reasonable. And the seminar, I'll take just now, let's see what happens. Only the tough come in the garden!

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Travel Blender For Babies

Murphy's Law

was yesterday again at Ikea, because I wanted to get me a greater bamboo bowl - 3x guess you are allowed what had previously been almost five minutes away because of some quality problems from the shelves?

Well, I had just for 2, - take more of a stylish black shell - but is also or even looks fast even hotter



Now I'm So their own small Zen garden rumharken in it and stuff. One can of course things ordered from the Internet - then you get to 40, - a small wooden box with sand inside construction site, three blocks and chunky ne sandpit wooden rake. So I find it more attractive and above all cheaper. Shell 9, -, a nice bag ahead of wanted gravel 1.49 and perfectly ordinary bird sand for 30 cents per kilo. The rake I've made my incense radicals, some Scotch tape and NEM Ollen homemade pen.
Where I may soon try on occasion even the slightly coarser sand bird, the very fine here is something very sensitive when Harken and the shell fragments and so nervous in the very near approach it a bit. What I do not make sense found was to buy at the hardware store a huge 25kg bag of sand (or small bag for almost 3, - per 200 g, who are probably stupid! o_O)

My bamboo shell sees things the way back by now different:



Of course I like it again no more ... I'm really a hopeless case. The small pond is unfortunately not really tight, I also affects the crowded thus, the colors are stupid anyway so I'll probably make it a slightly more airy dry garden out of it - so soon, when I again had three hours time to the sand sift in the oven to dry and so (of course, despite foil construction again everything is wet. * sigh * Probably permanent victim of my experimental urge To stay until I have some time to perfect mini-garden. The journey is the destination. O)

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Monica Geller Haircut

Sleepless in Dusseldorf ... What makes

Unfortunately, no Meg Ryan in the vicinity. I wanted to mention that I have been sitting out so far not further explored reasons until shortly after 5 or located so awake / and accordingly rested and motivated to start the day bin. x_x

come but we on my very special friends at the local public transport:



Due to an acute annoyance, I leave myself now sometimes carried away to the following statement: The thus promotional Rheinbahn AG employed in the arms of their public transport vehicles aka trams obviously have a considerable number of maladjusted Garbage men and part-time sadists that encounter an almost erotic pleasure to wait until one is worn out and always late at the locked car door and the stupid knobs pressed before a literally go from under the nose of it. I mention better not, as often happened to me now. So much for sadism.
If a popular indeed, to board such a vehicle is successful, the very garbage men then set an amazing talent on the day, a really completely even laid railway tracks, the same Durchrüttel and people-umschmeiß qualities elicit such a professional car Rowdy the rather cruder portions of the Paris-Dakar rally. Fascinating, as Spock would say.
Significant differences between male and female tram operators to me are not noticed by the way - are any existing tram driving style differences between X-and Y-chromosome may equalized through special training sessions for presenting the customer with a consistent corporate identity? I would not be surprised really ...



Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Samaire Armstrongs Breasts

the irritated Homo sapiens after work really so?

It's simple: He tinkers themselves on the way from a bamboo cup and some decorative sand a really cool incense holder ...



conclusion of the day: You keep me away from IKEA stores (well, but the stuff was pretty cheap - cost all together for about 8, - EUR). Too bad that I only have so little room, there was still much larger shells! : D spent the day preening

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Marantz Midrange Receiver

Operation Clean Sweep "- Front-plus report Zelluloidverschwendungsgenörgel

- you like the annoying. Today bathroom was on the line, my absolute hatred task. (The entire wall of vapor are also not good for the brain, I think.) How much crap you have laying around so you notice the way, usually only when it must vacate the purpose of cleaning out of the way. Fascinating that I, as a single little man so incredibly much rubbish was accumulating in my rooms, old ceiling lamps in the corner behind the bathroom drawers to about 3 million colorful plastic bottles with any kind of NASA-tested cleaning stuff, of which 2.9 million turn out on closer inspection to be empty, but already some take years persistently space in which to clean with so much stuff on it much more complicated and so ... well, definitely sparkles and flashes my bathroom again until the last corner, and that's something. And yes I could now avenge my way for this afternoon plastered on the world by ruthless I have bored with completely trivial details from my life. Yah! : P

order for this item but not totally redundant, remains at this point a few quick comments on recently consumed cinema (well, sort of ...):

Serenity

A rickety space ship full of lovable small-time crooks, an evil alliance that evil has to cover up, a killer of them, in everything that is not at three in the trees, a sword pure lies and discover a loopy pretty girl, the thoughts and people can kill with his bare hands and behind the half the galaxy her is because she has read mistakenly thought that concern not what - needs a lot more do not exist for space- Saga of the new generation.

The film is somehow ... nice. In any event, not total junk. Writer and director Joss Whedon (also creator of Buffy the Vampire Verklopperin) at least know how to entertain an audience sound. A likeable ensemble, a turbulent and reasonably logical plot, cool action staged, garnished with the Whedon-typical dose of self irony and cool dialogues - a movie, you can idle away the time quite nice 2 hour, without having to worry afterwards must. Welcome.

Hellraiser - Hell World

A few good-looking college twenty-somethings ... blabla ... Death ... bla ... big party in a mysterious house ... blablabla ... Blood, Sex, Blood and Gore, guts, decapitations ... bla ... Pinhead ... blabla .. in the end, of course, survived, as always, those great blonde who had the first close-up. Got that?

Somehow modern American horror films are all alike ... the originality and the subtle, intelligent psychological horror of Clive Barker original work from which we have here once again clamped to the track, is certainly not much left. Bubbly cliché horror without blood and highlights with a real stupid end. Even as background noise in the plaster break only mediocre.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Two gutaausehende Homo Sapiens meet in a hotel in Columbia, find each other rattenscharf marry birds, found 6 years later revealed that both of them disguised as a super agent for various secret organizations hate work, is then, want to kill themselves, a lot of noise Bumm, then they obviously love each other again, because two such razor-sharp, ultra cool, well-styled supermen of course, impossible to put an end just with each other - credit.

That's right - this one is set up there already, the whole action. The film is one of the most senseless that I've seen in a long time - its only purpose is evidently to keep a camera on the oh-so handsome and nicely styled protagonist (the new supposedly-perfect couple Brad Pitt / Angelina Jolie) to be able, during this fiddle around in some high-gloss furniture catalog scenes with stylish high-tech stuff or Just stand around and look good only while talking a some what trivial things. In between is a bit of shooting and stuff blowing up. From the completely illogical and outrageous plot and the total excessive action sequences, against the "Charlie's Angels" is almost like a merry Kant excludes screen adaptation, I will not even begin. Meaning: A completely unnecessary Hollywood Dinsgbums with about as much depth as a rubber duck in an empty bathtub. (And I'll probably keep it, unfortunately, right in my concern that remain "Girl, Interrupted" is the only sound film in which Miss Jolie will have ever participated. Sigh.) My Result: waste of time.

Friday, April 14, 2006

How Many Ambien Can Be Lethal

Ouch Cuisine, Episode 8

I believe that today is Good Friday, right? Just the right time to eat any fish. : P

Instead, it is now to destroy the consequences of my shopping rush a few days ago:

Chicken Serenity

words - irsinnig creative! - Just because I'm "Serenity" watched, meanwhile, the marinated meat - Review coming later. Now for the first time the recipe:


  • a few strips of chicken fillet

  • 1 pepper traffic lights (1 red - 1 x yellow - 1x green)

  • 1-2 shallots

  • 50g rice (in the case I still had lying around but wild rice mix fuss that comes across very tasty!)

  • 3-4 small cocktail tomatoes

  • white wine, rosemary, garlic, mixed pepper, French mustard, TK-herb "Provence", olive oil



On most fun is the preparation in a kitchen that you made previously for 3 hours laboriously clean and you can cook the meat again einsauen wonderful - nothing for frustration savvy. o_O

If you feddich So the blow room is lousy, you first sit in the marinade: White wine as a base, garlic, rosemary, a dash of olive oil, pepper and a decent Spoon French mustard (you know of it already, the tasty little with the grains!). The meat inside and draw a Serenity-length let.

Now the rice and about double the amount of water (rather a bit more) in a pot, a pinch of vegetable broth and a few herbs to it (this gives the rice a little flavor kick), then boil until no water more remains. keep warm the rice in the oven, because we need a little longer.

Next comes the meat to the pan (crispy fried, for pale, Labbe stiffnecked poultry is truly disgusting: D) and then also warm. In the same pan fry, we now kleingeschnibbelte vegetables (onions, peppers, tomatoes) to season, with a little pepper and herbs. When the vegetables are roasting is beautiful, all that stuff together with the rice on a plate arrange (I use words today ... achduscheiße ...) and garnish with the strips of meat. Glass of wine. Clean cutting. Yummy! O)