Until it becomes dizzy and is willing to say anyting.
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January 31, 2012
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Politicians spin the truth to like.
(hey Mike)
Posted by: Martijn | January 31, 2012 at 11:18 AM
Oh right, lest I forget: Hey Mike! Good to see you back, high ridin' daddy-o!
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | January 31, 2012 at 11:28 AM
And then it says 'let me out, let me out!' I do feel sorry for the truth.
Posted by: Martijn | February 01, 2012 at 05:10 AM
I got in a planetary conversation at church the other day talking about the sun and its skin, black holes and the expanding universe then Newt creeped in and his plans for colonizing the moon and suddenly I was in an old tick cartoon. The word CHA emblazoned on its surface. I wondered if there was somehow genious in the outlandish gingrich concepts, to keep his name on our lips no matter what the crazy content was surrounding it. ..in other worlds I learned a new phrase by reading the story on gillian' blog. Wine bottle shoulders. that was new. the story was a page scroller!
Posted by: karoline | February 02, 2012 at 08:08 AM
Mister Failure, don't forsake us please.
Posted by: Martijn | February 03, 2012 at 06:50 PM
Oh, dear god, the Super Bowl is on. I find it hard to think of anything more mind-numbingly boring.
Posted by: gillian | February 05, 2012 at 09:09 PM
yes Gillian I wish I was watching the 1977 sci fi thriller "demon seed" instead,... but we have kids and the boys are actually watching that foot ball game. When asked who I wanted to win by my son i asked "whos playing?" He goes The Patriots and the Giants so I go GIANTS only because I like the jack and the beanstalk story. And what do you know they won! All others in house hold were for the patriots, goddess knows why!
Posted by: karoline | February 05, 2012 at 09:57 PM
Although American football on first glance is even sillier than the original European football, I'm still jealous about Karoline's picture of a household full of TV-watching enthusiasts.
The highlight of my weekend was when I farted. It was a grade A fart. A couple of minutes later the cat jumped on my lap to nestle down, as it always does. But instead of lying down, it freezes. Then it gives me one of those cat stares that seem to go right through you. I try to comfort it, that everything is all right. But it just keeps staring. Then it wriggles his nose a few times, gives me a deadly scornful look and leaves my lap. The rejection! I laughed.
Posted by: Martijn | February 06, 2012 at 06:14 AM
Super Bowl? Same here! My son spent the weekend at my place, and I prepared a superbowl of rice, fried tofu and peanut sauce for dinner, It was delicious if I may say so.
As for football: I am the odd boy who doesn't like sports the Bonzo Dog Band have sung about.
Cheers!
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | February 06, 2012 at 10:16 AM