Hello all you millions of fans and other peoples who know me in real life that will be flocking to my AWESOME and INCREDIBLY WELL-KEPT journal.
Please note that this journal is public... hence i ask you to abstain from posting personal information about me, as in:
"Well ******** old chap, what´s up? How are things in good ol´ *********? Is your phone number still *********?" and so on and so forth.
Common sense recommends that you don´t post your OWN phone number, either.

Cheers and hurrah.

...because on Knorg's journal you can't really see it.

I LOVE this gif. *loves*

 Greetings from my last few hours as a 20-something :(

I was gone/busy/both recently. I tried to catch up on everyone, but no chance. Did I miss anything?

Why do we associate blue with cold and red with hot? Is it from way back when, before we could make fire so hot it turns blue? Red embers and blue water?


Reading a story about a group of colonists, I started thinking about how big a group would have to be to prevent inbreeding, and then I wondered why we have such harshly negative reactions to incest- is it instinct? Is it because we automatically think about our own families and go, "eww, gross"-?
If we evolved to not be attracted to people we grew up with as a measure against birth defects, should we be able to overcome our prejudice when dealing with people who aren't having any offspring?
Should we even try? I mean, do we owe it to incestuous people to tolerate and accept them the way I feel we owe it to homosexuals or transsexuals or anyone else whose identity doesn't hurt anyone?

There is a couple here in Germany, brother and sister, who had never met, or at least not since they'd been toddlers, and they met again at around twenty. Somehow, they don't cause so negative a reaction from me. Is it the "growing up together" bit, then?

Hello, all my newfound friends.*  If you don't know what I'm talking about, kindly go back and read up on it (I have a total of... very few real posts). Or don't.

( Update )


*This will probably be the only acknowledgement ever of the House burnination, so cherish it.

Ok so it's strawberry season again. I keep meaning to make a little post about it, but I am so beat that I just go to bed at 9 every night.


The strawberries are really really good this year, though.

You know the little ad banner over top of my journal? I keep getting  ( this ).

One, I can't see the rest of them, but I'm fairly certain that they're past "chubby" and firmly in "obese" country.

Two, what the hell? I guess the ads don't adjust to the contents of the page, or would someone like to explain what's in my journal that suggests I'm the target audience?

As you may have noticed, this is -for the most part- more of a commented picture album than a journal. Today will be no different.

I promised you all some snakes, so ( there will be snakes! )

... on HOBF/HOBAFA/ the House.

( And it goes like this. )

So I managed to get somewhat motivated to lose weight, although not as motivated as I'd like to be (the exercise bit goes horribly neglected). Have manged to lose, hm, around five pounds so far, I guess.

Still getting mixed messages from the ex. Realized that I can't expect clear answers from someone who's so confused and troubled. Kinda made my peace with that and hope to stay that way.

I might get more snakes. Soon. Went to visit them today, am hella excited, more on that when it happens. He'd made them sound bigger than they are, they are proper babies, fit in my hand. Snakes, everybody! Wheeeee!

Time for our quarterly update. I now have a total of three actually active LJ-friends, so I hope y'all feel properly updated now. Marvin seems to have disappeared, which makes me slightly sad, especially since there are going to be pussy kitten pictures and he might have squeed at me. Them. *sigh*

( THIS SHIT BELONGS IN YOUR LIVEJOURNAL! Oh, wait, it is. )

My livejournal connect box on facebook says it´s been two months since my last post. Or so it would say, if it wasn´t for the new layout that is so cluttered that I haven´t managed to find my LJ connect box. Or anything else, for that matter. I fucking hate the new layout. Give it a flashy background and it´ll be the new myspace.
I hate Myspace, too, by the way. The whole thing, not just the layout. Most of all the incompetent fuckers who I´ve been trying to get to delete my somehow inaccessible profile for two years now.
      
Alright, whew, I feel better now. Amazing how much stress some four-letter-words can take off you.

"n" being the last of an unidentified number of days. No more strawberries for this year. Just one last thought: the phone had a quite distinctive ringtone- at full blast.
It made quite a few people look at me funny when we were sitting between the strawberries, the larks are singing, the trees are rustling, and all of a sudden, STAR WARS!!!11!!

   
   
That´s all.
   
Oh yeah: Another call from voicemail: "You have 64 new messages."  *le sigh*

Not only do I take people´s money, I also answer the phone. Which is a cell phone that everything gets redirected to.
     
Text message from voicemail on the 21st: "reminder: you have 35 new messages."
   
Text message from voicemail on the 23rd: "reminder: you have 59 new messages."
   
Bloody hell, people. I agree that strawberries are the bees knees, but stop calling.
    
Oh yeah: it´s froggie season again. I got a picture of a frenchie froggie.

Alright... those that have known me for a while might be aware that I work on a strawberry field in the summer every year.
So, yep, I´m at it again.

The first day -last friday- was the most eventful so far; with the big umbrella being blown away and taking the scales with it, knocking the cover off in the process, and finally hitting a car. No damage done though.

I haven´t taken any pictures because I´ve been having battery problems. Therefore, some old ones:
   
  

This post is mostly directed at a RL friend of mine, currently residing in the Netherlands. We have a plan of going to Yosemite again probably in the Summer of 2009, and it turns out her and her boyfriend might join us.

It´s currently pretty-looking, so( here are pictures. )



Thank you for your attention. I´ll be here all week.