The vent

Why do german people care if you cross the street against the light? WHO GIVES A F***!!!

Do they really care THAT MUCH about following the rules...I swear if I get one more dirty look from some old Haushag I will IMPLODE...AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I am Indian and bought up to walk whenever you feel like it, regardless of the lights. Do that here too and find that the Germans follow me lead 9/10 times, except for the older lot who give me "the look", I just dont care about that.

I was slaggin my German work mates about being typical rule abiding Fritz's who won't cross against the red light... and one of them said that if he gets caught, his driving license can be taken off him for three months.

Dunno if its true, but might explain why they obey the traffic lights.

Me thinks thats when you on a bicycle not walking...sure someone with the will can check it up not me...

If you get caught crossing when it´s red by the police, you will get fined (I think about EUR 20)... I therefore look around if any police car happens to be int the area before crossing when red...

That's what I do. Though, in Spain I once crossed on red, right in front of a police car (which I only saw after I was already halfway across the street). They didn't say anything though. Phew! But that was Spain, maybe they just don't care there.

Exactly...

The "crossing when red" thing really naffed me off but then I was told it is to set little kiddywinks a good example, which is why there are those "Nur bei Grün" signs on traffic lights.

Having too little Princesses myself now I have to say I have become as anal as the rest of them and only cross on green. Sorry for being a git.

Even when there are no cars and no other people around? I never cross on red when I'm with my children or if there are other children waiting to cross, but if the visibility is good and there isn't a car in sight I find it silly to stand around and wait.

people, when the elevator doors open, and someone else wants to get in, that is the reason the doors opened in the first place, then back up, don't stand right at the front of the elevator so they cannot get in.

You said it, sister! Same with getting on and off the bus or subway!!!

Personally, I find school students to be the worse when it comes to getting on and off buses. I hate the snotty-nose little turds - particularly the high school deadbeats. Barging on or clambering off without a care in the world for other passengers. Friggin' meatheads. It's the fault of the parents, I tell you. A good slap upside the head is what they need, those parents.

kids too! Don't even get me started about the lack on proper waiting lines on the ski slopes!

Why did I let the stupid old man at company X take away all my confidence when it comes to speaking German so that now when I am up for another job company Y hesitates because I told them I suck at German... It is between me and another candidate but since I told I suck at German I guess I am screwed... I hate Herr Blah Blag at X...

Not all of us Scots are tight bastards, do all you Welsh shag sheep?

Its still mid February - and since a few days some damned owl has taken to sitting in a neighbour's tree
and utters a muffled "WHO" every 10 seconds. Does this all the time that its dark. WHich at
this time of year it looooong.

We've had Owls in the Summer but this is a bad side effect of global-warming.

Just open the window and shout, "IT'S ME, NOW FUCK OFF!!".

He'll move along.

Didnt know you were a master in Owlollogy. Unfortunately this owl did take the correct course...

Wish it would at least catch the local mice instead of me having to do that in our loft.

I have the fecking hiccups. For the third fecking time today. Plus, since I've taken this new job, my eye's been all wonky. I blame the stress.

I hate having to get up early. Tomorrow I have to get up at 7.15, and that is in 6.5 hrs...

Damn your asleep?

To sleep therefore to dream

Dreamer

At night alone I up and dance
The marigolds are sleeping
Some say I’m lost I’m in a trance
But then I dance there goes the weeping

At night alone I count the stars
The universe uplifting
Let waves to roll to snap the spars
I see me safe the way I’m drifting

At night alone I face my fears
The bogeyman a screamer
The cloud now lifts it disappears
And all because I’m such a dreamer

Not anymore. I also just missed my bus, hah.

I'm going to go off on one that's been really bugging me the past few days: the new Bloc Party - A Weekend In The City. Specifically the lyrics. Graphic imagery ahead. Angry man behind them. May contain the words "midget" and "cock" in close proximity to one another.

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The lyrics for the new Bloc Party album: absofuckinglutely atrocious, unbelievably hacked, uninspired, stunted, alyrical shite, trite and embarassing, adolescent emowank - how the fuck...where's the quality control? Who sat there and said "yeah, that's great stuff man, yeah I too believe in giving the artist total creative control"?

You fuckwit wankpod-touting gobshite music industry toadie who didn't have the balls to say "listen, these are the worst lyrics EVER, outside of a Teletubbies aural wankathon. Seriously, just stop, look what you've released into the wild, it's the musical equivalent of the Brent Dance, it's going to embarass anyone with an IQ larger than their shoesize into a coma".

The lyrics: if I caught my teenage brother even thinking about writing them on a piece of used bogroll in Ewok fartcode, I would neuter him myself, on the spot, with a spoon, a pin cushion, some vinegar and a nice Cornetto for me for afterwards to treat myself for doing the morally correct thing. I would film the lot, mail it over to Okele and tell him he's next. Followed by Dan Brown. Who he's obviously been taking lessons in Plodprose from.

How can you start off an album, let alone a song, with a nice turn of phase in "history singing" and then like some retarded musical orangutan, start to hurl this shite at the punters:

"At Les Trois Gar
we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
I order the foie gras
and I eat it with complete disdain.
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes,
but when we kiss, I feel nothing."

Ey? How? What? That's like starting a wank and then stopping halfway through and going "nah, I can't be bothered...nah...not at all...hmm". WTF? Who does that? Ever? Oh yeah, Bloc Party. Lyrical detritus par extraordinaire plus ultra. You then go on to newfound levels of plodding and turning a text into something more mundane than a shopping list wrapped in clingfilm, smelling of dinner and buses, lodged at the bottom of my Dads favourite geography teacher corduroy shedpants. That really, really, really, really, really takes some effort. Monumentally lazy.

"I'm sitting on the roof of my house
With a shotgun and a six pack of beer"

This has potential, yet again, it's a suckerpunch, the peck on the cheek followed by the saggy cock that you'll wave at us for the rest of the album in lieu of anything lyric that approaches having an iota of artisitc merit.

"The newscaster say's "the enemy is among us!"
As bombs explode on the 30 bus
Kill that middle class indecision
Now is not the time for liberal thought"

Oh Jesus...wept. That's horrifically uninspired. Why oh why? The music is rather nice, insistent, urgent, tense. But what you're singing...and trying to squash into places it just doesn't fit, like firing a dead midgets cock across Croke Park at an oiled-up elephant suspended from a crane in galeforce winds. NOOOOOOOOO. It doesn't work. Stop. Please, I implore you. Go back and write decent lyrics, go and listen to Manic Street Preachers "The Holy Bible" - they're intelligent lyrics that don't rhyme, but James somehow manages to make the prose and its delivery absolutely integral to each tune, without everything sounding lopsided and like it's just not meant to be.

Yet again, I would be forced to neuter my poor brother in your stead. No, wait, this time I'll have to neuter my Dad too, just in case my point wasn't received, processed and understood. Actually, that'd probably give you some inspiration wouldn't it? Because, if these lyrics, full of utter ennui, apathy and end-of-days-could-not-give-a-fuckery fatigue, are any indication of how your life is sunshine...then go back to the shotgun on the roof, pop it into your gob and pull the fucking trigger. Maybe then if I caught my brother writing the lyrics in your brain matter, I'd reconsider, sheerly because it would be the coolest thing that he'd ever done.

http://www.blocparty.com/lyrics.php?lyricID=25

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I need to stop taking naps. I went to bed at 3.45pm, meant to get up at 5, and just woke up at 7.15pm. There goes the day...

I woke up with a headache,
It will not go away.
I'm venting all my anger
To make it through the day.

The sunshine is too bright
Reflecting off the walls,
and Dubya is a moran.
I'd like to twist his balls.

Move it! It's my turn now. Got an interview for a great job. Told a good friend of mine about it.. well at least I thought he was a good friend. To find out he managed to get him an interview as well FOR THE SAME POSITION!
GRRRRRRRR I is pretty pissed off.

We spoke about it over last weekend and told him how it went what was asked and now he is there Monday!

Called him and said, what's up? And he said, nah just they are just looking for more people in the same department. WTF!
ok that was it.

thx for reading.

Weekend was a fuckup. Drove 5 hours across Switzerland to go skiing, and they had shut the fucking glacier and it was pissing with rain at the lower levels. So went to the pub to watch the rugby. England got a fucking kicking AND the French TV channel cut the damn programme off 30 minutes before the end.

Right now back at work I just have paperwork, admin, accounts and tedious bollock shite that doesn't interest me. I am NOT in the Zone. I am NOT interested. It's all bolllllloooooooooooooooooooooocks.

Roads will open for bikes soon, honey.
I'm gonna skin my cat for running into the neighbors' gardens. Not that they mind, they hardly know that she's there. But I have to trespass to get the frigging cat and make a spectacle of myself diving for her on the wet grass.

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

With all the expansion at the Munich airport, why the fuck do I always have the flight that you get to the gate, take a blinking bus to the plane? Makes no sense to me, tonight most of the gates were open, (I mean seriously) and we still parked out in Erding.

Why is it when I want to stay in bed sleeping, the phone goes at 7am with a problem at the office

This is the sort of moron question I have to deal with:


Twat. Sounds like he was already dropped on his head as a baby.

Hectic work day yesterday (same on Sunday).
So just before evening meal I got around to making a nice TREACLE TART with proper
shortcrust pasty & after my wife took meal out of oven I put the treacle tart in.

And forgot it

Hours later the cinders were removed.

I'm sick AGAIN. Never been ill so often in my life. Bloody pseudo-winter.

drink actimel !

I did the same on Sunday. Had a hard weekend and then at 7pm wanted to sleeeeeep. Woke up at 9pm and couldn't go back to bed till 4am!


Is there something going around, I was a bit under the weather as well as many people here at work.

Her indoors got some mankie flu virus that gives you icepick headaches - seems to be going around. Gives some weird symptoms - like sensations of a dead leg, ear ache and stuff. Takes 10 days to clear.

I really want to hit something...or someone American right now!!!

What'd we do this time? Besides destroy Western civilization?

That terrible fucking 'Friends' spin-off 'Joey'. 3 Lions doesn't get any of the 'jokes' and he's frustrated.

Aaaargh! stupid company, call me and tell me if I got the job or not, I am thinking that I did not but it would just be good to know. Saying that they would decide quickly and let me know last week, and then it was at the latest friday afternoon and yesterday they said that today was the day and that I would get to now to today... Clock is freaking 1530... Do not say that you will make a quick decision and let people get their hopes up... I have no skin around my nails left. Good thing is I did a very satisfying 1 hour run to let some steam off...

Aaargh!!

When 3Lions says he wants to "hit an american" is that somehow to complete the set?

...

I would expect an internationally oriented company such as BMW to accept that German is not a universal language and do not accept a snotty call-center operator saying, "I cannot conceive any of our customers not speaking German."

Did he say that in English or in German?

She said it in German.

Aaaah, German customer service... Nothing beats it...

But she is now a head shorter as I bit it off via telephone. Politely but it still stings. I got the info that I needed after that.

Way to go Sarabyrd, way to go...