<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:08:56.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the ministress of silly listens</title><subtitle type='html'>uns retten irgendwann, irgenwo, irgendwie nur noch unsere lieder</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-531360791909175315</id><published>2008-11-11T22:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:16:38.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SRoAaA15k9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mb9QJrhvFrg/s1600-h/18308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SRoAaA15k9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mb9QJrhvFrg/s200/18308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267523161065886674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PUSSY DIARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my dear possums,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned how much i love my job lately? yes, yes, yes ... i know i couldn't mention anything lately cause my dear love was occupying me a lot. bur you might like to hear that i am not turned into a ginormous popsicle yet ... actually the only notice i get from the weather is when i stand out on the balcony for having a smoke ... if you haven't yet, this is the moment you could insert a heartfelt AWWWWWWWWWWW for poor little nico.&lt;br /&gt;who literally has to write pussy diaries at the moment ... we have a new project at the office trying to sell catfood ... and i am the diary ghostwriter for a very snobby cat ... which also explains why the picture shows barbara cartland, the queen of romancenovells ... like which i feel at the moment. and what scares me even more than wearing pink is the fact that it is so damn easy to write that crap ... it just flows out of my fingers ... i just thank the universe for our lector, because i cannot spellcheck the stuff because i would have to read it again ... i am afraid i'll dream of fabio tonight ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to get this evil thought out of my tortured little brain we need some music ... fast ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about pussycatdolls first ... but then i found something i REALLY like at the moment ... and it also fits to the theme ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRImR4fmWmo&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRImR4fmWmo&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-531360791909175315?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/531360791909175315/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=531360791909175315&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/531360791909175315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/531360791909175315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/11/pussy-diaries-hello-my-dear-possums.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SRoAaA15k9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mb9QJrhvFrg/s72-c/18308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7696699624219920786</id><published>2008-09-15T19:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:13:29.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SM6iUWGJjCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OSCjXdEw0Es/s1600-h/10-ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SM6iUWGJjCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OSCjXdEw0Es/s200/10-ramen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246309086345661474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREEZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is cold like a witchtit!!! ... poor me is chattering my teeth like crazy and i think i'll be sick in no time. i was informed that you do not get a cold by cold weather but by germs but here is something very scary i found out ... you know where i live right .. so now say many germ and again ... and faster and faster you see? many germ many germ manygermanygermanygermany ... I AM DOOOMED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is absolutely necessary to prepare for the season ... we need soup ... noodlesoup!&lt;br /&gt;so i highly recommend this movie: tampopo ... a wonderful japanese movie about the perfect noodlesoup and in general about eating. it's great =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little teaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XyoAZFREnY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XyoAZFREnY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7696699624219920786?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7696699624219920786/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7696699624219920786&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7696699624219920786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7696699624219920786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-freezing-it-is-cold-like-witchtit.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SM6iUWGJjCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OSCjXdEw0Es/s72-c/10-ramen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-3647917482204764749</id><published>2008-09-10T15:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:32:33.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYTHING NEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sweeties, see the song that's stuck in my head at the moment (be carefull, it IS sticky, don't tell me you haven't been warned) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's peter fox one of the 13 performers of my beloved seeed ... wow, if they are up to put out 13 solo projects it'll be a riot =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ... here's the song ... enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdtLCfEcPL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdtLCfEcPL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-3647917482204764749?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/3647917482204764749/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=3647917482204764749&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3647917482204764749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3647917482204764749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-new-hey-sweeties-see-song.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5117779251462327149</id><published>2008-09-08T12:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:23:28.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOT FAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot blame the poor germans for everything ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhqKoqqS0XI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhqKoqqS0XI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5117779251462327149?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5117779251462327149/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5117779251462327149&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5117779251462327149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5117779251462327149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-fair-you-cannot-blame-poor-germans.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-505150845404897530</id><published>2008-09-04T14:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:45:18.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SL_XdWfe1cI/AAAAAAAAARw/XE0oL5E1AoA/s1600-h/Lebkuchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SL_XdWfe1cI/AAAAAAAAARw/XE0oL5E1AoA/s200/Lebkuchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242145390536349122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR YOUR INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s exactly 111 days until christmas. you might ask yourself, why i’m telling you this ... and you can believe me noone is more excited about the fact that it is 111 days today ... because i found that out by accident. (another proof for my theorie that life is constant fun, you just have to keep your eyes open ;D ) so this morning i was going to the grocery store to get me some nice breakfast ... and right next to the fridge with the yummy salami was this huge pile of gingerbread ... gingerbread i thought hmmm ... i recognized that on monday ... i still think it’s a bit early, but ... who cares =D ... so today i had my first gingerbread of the season ... i don’t know, it was a bit weird, yummy, but weird ... i think i said that last year too around this time of the year (another proof for my theorie that i never learn as long as something yummy is involved) but anyway, now it gets funny. please put on your helmets, i’ll explain the connection to the song of the day ...&lt;br /&gt;*harrumph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gingerbread is our starting position. from here we go to ginger, which is a total must when you have shushi, which leads us to the long time not heard album of neneh cherry called raw like sushi, which contains the song the next generation which fits perfectly because i just ate my first piece of the new generation of gingerbread TADAAAAH ... FULL CIRCLE!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fallen on the face by bowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: neneh cherry&lt;br /&gt;song: the next generation&lt;br /&gt;album: raw like sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn breeze, a spring tease&lt;br /&gt;summer days and winter nights&lt;br /&gt;the seasons change and that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;is it not&lt;br /&gt;domo arigato, danke, merci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers and daughters, fathers and sons&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping you'll know the right time when it comes&lt;br /&gt;like i did 'cause i knew though nobody told&lt;br /&gt;me a damn thing about how the world grows&lt;br /&gt;right here before you, you can't even blink if you do you'll miss it so take time to think&lt;br /&gt;about your position, your place in this world&lt;br /&gt;about what you're here for so check it out girl&lt;br /&gt;boys to the right and you're in this too&lt;br /&gt;come on be real now can we count on you&lt;br /&gt;to be strong and to love us like through thick and thin with your heart and your soul not the size of your dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, uh huh yeah uh huh&lt;br /&gt;so check this out&lt;br /&gt;hey what's this sitting in my lap&lt;br /&gt;why it's the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;and do you know what comes from the best love in the world you could possibly ever have,&lt;br /&gt;yes it's the next generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the children are the chosen ones,&lt;br /&gt;society's got it's piorities wrong. the schools are closing down.&lt;br /&gt;don't be messing with our future - black babies, white babies,&lt;br /&gt;quarter puerto ricans, two sixths chinese,&lt;br /&gt;any combination you could possibly imagine,&lt;br /&gt;but this important as the ground we walk on, people are people you know what i mean,&lt;br /&gt;even the baby with a portaphone&lt;br /&gt;attached to its' buggy pushed by a clone&lt;br /&gt;and the black market baby that unwanted baby.&lt;br /&gt;for 50,000 it belonged to the rich&lt;br /&gt;well he didn't like his face,&lt;br /&gt;she said it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;'cause her husband was a surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha - urr - sick&lt;br /&gt;ain't ain't that ain't that sick -&lt;br /&gt;shucks it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;operate on a baby urr sick.&lt;br /&gt;-acapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this post is dedicated to e who said i shouldn't BE a stranger so i decides to ACT stranger ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-505150845404897530?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/505150845404897530/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=505150845404897530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/505150845404897530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/505150845404897530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-for-your-information-its-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SL_XdWfe1cI/AAAAAAAAARw/XE0oL5E1AoA/s72-c/Lebkuchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8678189446505166549</id><published>2008-09-02T10:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:01:01.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SL0AI35WQ_I/AAAAAAAAARo/TRKGkFRvHQc/s1600-h/schnecksche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SL0AI35WQ_I/AAAAAAAAARo/TRKGkFRvHQc/s200/schnecksche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241345693772563442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE LESSONS IN GERMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my dear possums, how are you? yes, i’ve been absent for a while, but lets not talk about that ;D &lt;br /&gt;lets talk about the weird little twists in the german language. or in the english language ... i think it depends on the angle from which you’re looking at it ...or the continent ... anyway ... please, concentrate, i will do a schlagerpodcast as promissed, but it has to maturate a bit more ... its a big theme, trust me, i’m working on it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets go back to the language thingy ... so you americans call a hot girl chick ... which from my angle seems to be a bit weird, because i can’t see anything hot in a chick, well if it’s not twisting on a rotisary being grilled ... i don’t understand, where does this come from? is it the gaggling? is this what is compared with women? i don’t know? do you have any ideas? maybe my problem is, that over here, we don’t have HOT chicken ... well besides the rotating ones i talked about already ... our chicks are crazy. in a nice gaggling way, but it has nothing to do with hotness. we call our hot chicks hot snails ... yes i know, at first sight this sounds a bit disgusting, but on the second sight it makes sense ... and is a bit disgusting and dirty ... because the reason why we call them snails is because we call the primary female sexual characteristic aka the p word snail too ... oh comeon, don’t be such a primary female sexual characteristic =D&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, this morning i found these great snails ... they are seasnails ... nude seasnails to be explicit ... and i thought they are beautiful, and that’s what i wanted to share and so i bothered you with all these evil words and you better be thankfull that i wrote at all because i am in a very strange mood at the moment and grumpy and work sucks ant the weather too and i have this really evil world-weariness, that you might think is funny but it isn’t ... you see, i’m joking about it, it seems to be getting better ;D&lt;br /&gt;so be nice to me and stop sitting in my head with these disappointed looks on your faces asking me where the podcast is ... i might retreat in my shell ... wait there is no shell ... the snail is nude ... WAAAAH =D ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i saw the snails i imediately had this song in my head, i hope you have a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: david bowie&lt;br /&gt;song: rebel, rebel&lt;br /&gt;album: bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got your mother in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey babe, your hair's alright&lt;br /&gt;hey babe, let's go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;you like me, and i like it all&lt;br /&gt;we like dancing and we look divine&lt;br /&gt;you love bands when they're playing hard&lt;br /&gt;you want more and you want it fast&lt;br /&gt;they put you down, they say I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;you tacky thing, you put them on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebel rebel, you've torn your dress&lt;br /&gt;rebel rebel, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;rebel rebel, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;hot tramp, i love you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebel rebel, you've torn your dress&lt;br /&gt;rebel rebel, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;rebel rebel, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;hot tramp, i love you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've torn your dress, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;you can't get enough, but enough ain't the test&lt;br /&gt;you've got your transmission and your live wire&lt;br /&gt;you got your cue line and a handful of ludes&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be there when they count up the dudes&lt;br /&gt;and i love your dress&lt;br /&gt;you're a juvenile success&lt;br /&gt;because your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;so how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;i said, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what you wanna know calamity's child,&lt;br /&gt;where'd you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;what can I do for you? looks like you've been there too&lt;br /&gt;'cause you've torn your dress&lt;br /&gt;and your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;ooo, your face is a mess&lt;br /&gt;ooo, ooo, so how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;eh, eh, how could they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna see more of these beautiful creatures click &lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/fotostrecke/fotostrecke-34164.html#backToArticle=571480" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8678189446505166549?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8678189446505166549/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8678189446505166549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8678189446505166549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8678189446505166549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-lessons-in-german-hello-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SL0AI35WQ_I/AAAAAAAAARo/TRKGkFRvHQc/s72-c/schnecksche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-262791017637177105</id><published>2008-08-07T21:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:01:54.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SJtOIeTAhBI/AAAAAAAAARY/Q9fOcdxho7k/s1600-h/DSCN1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SJtOIeTAhBI/AAAAAAAAARY/Q9fOcdxho7k/s200/DSCN1542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231861299599672338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEDEN IS GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions, questions, questions ... the first one is, have you missed me? ok, that was a rethorical one ;D ... second have you seen mamma mia yet ... if not, do it immediately, the movie is great ... all i say is flipperdance ... =D ... you'll know what i am talking about ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we are speaking of sweden, lets talk about one of the reasons why i was abscent for a while. the excuse for the last few days is the europride in stockholm where the pink ninja squad proudly represented the kelkian army ... it was a bit different from last years trip to madrid ... first of all, the whole thing took place more indoor than in spain and you had to pay even for the entrance to the pride park ... which is very unusual in europe ... except the wild dutch girl who flew in from london YAY ... we all (italy, france and germany) stayed in a great b&amp;b which is highly recommended if you ever plan to visit stockholm!!!  we had a really great time,  EXCELLENT food (flirting waitresses included - well we didn't HAD them, we were just treated very nicely ... this explanation doesn't make it better, right?) ... anyway, we also had a very breathtaking trip back to the airport ... first we had to run to the bus, and then we couldn't say a proper goodbye to the italians because they had to rush to the gate ... but my travel karma worked for all of us, and everyone made their plane ;D ... it seems the universe really likes me ... the main difference between sweden and spain is ... the girls are much blonder and much taller ... and i will not complain about that ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i promise i'll put together a nice podcast about the trip as soon as i can decide if i should pick schlager or bad 90'ies europop as musical theme ... hey, there's a comment box!!! ... tell me what you want! ... and no, i will not explain, what schlager is, sometimes you have to take a risk ;D&lt;br /&gt;well, yes, abba songs would be a nice idea ... but if you are looking for abba songs, take your cute little booties off your couch and watch mamma mia! for petes sake ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SJtQjxOsb9I/AAAAAAAAARg/NX5dqJ7M3vk/s1600-h/img412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SJtQjxOsb9I/AAAAAAAAARg/NX5dqJ7M3vk/s200/img412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231863967561576402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just because i am so damn proud of it ... see the nice little shirts i handmade this year (little dance of happyness) ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-262791017637177105?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/262791017637177105/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=262791017637177105&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/262791017637177105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/262791017637177105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweden-is-gay-questions-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SJtOIeTAhBI/AAAAAAAAARY/Q9fOcdxho7k/s72-c/DSCN1542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-3772815693649492984</id><published>2008-07-11T23:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:35:33.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHfMgv4qkCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6yHWEPHhc80/s1600-h/25_see+we+were+forced.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHfMgv4qkCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6yHWEPHhc80/s200/25_see+we+were+forced.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221867155941396514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!! after three attemps and a sacrifice to the universe here we have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #37 - IT WAS SO GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my dear possums,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally done ... the kpp =D&lt;br /&gt;and i do not listen to it again, i just leave you alone with it ... i hope everyone who's mentioned isn't mad with me after listening, and everyone who isn't mentioned isn't to mad with me ... and the sad thing about this podcast is that it reminded me how much i miss you all *sniffle* ... so here is what you get from making me all sentimental a bunch of &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/3v814i" target="_blank"&gt;lovesongs for some kelkians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-3772815693649492984?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/3772815693649492984/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=3772815693649492984&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3772815693649492984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3772815693649492984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-after-three-attemps-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHfMgv4qkCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6yHWEPHhc80/s72-c/25_see+we+were+forced.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8922789792691556542</id><published>2008-07-11T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:51:01.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHce16MeMVI/AAAAAAAAARI/QEsc0jCpnwc/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHce16MeMVI/AAAAAAAAARI/QEsc0jCpnwc/s200/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221676204462846290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKED UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supreme!!!! ... i am sorry i disappoint you this much, but i will not be able to upload a podcast today ... i could say the evil migraine i had yesterday melted my brain somehow ... but would that make you forgive me? ... i mean at least i tried ... maybe it is because i didn’t do a podcast in a while, maybe it is because i am pressuring me to much ... yes i know, you, yes YOU are pressuring me too, but trust me, i’m pressuring me more ... and that’s probably the reason, why i can’t upload the crap i produced yesterday ... i wasn’t focussed, a was drifting of, there is a horribly long pause where i totaly lost track ... no i will not edit that out ... i am editophobic!!!! see ... i get pantomimic herpes just by thinking of it ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh ... but i found out a few things about this kpp project ... it is unpossible to do it in just one sitting ... and the other good thing i found out by recording it, i think first i should do something about the people i met ... if i start with all the stories that happened, i get lost we say, i get from the branch to the twig ... i get lost, carried away ... i mean you know how i tell stories ;D ... anyway, i’ll sit down and do another one, tonight, i promise to try my best ... don’t be mad at me ... please *bambieyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad song of today: sorry&lt;br /&gt;artist: feist&lt;br /&gt;album: the reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;two words i always think&lt;br /&gt;after you've gone&lt;br /&gt;when i realize i was acting all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so selfish&lt;br /&gt;two words that could describe&lt;br /&gt;oh actions of mine&lt;br /&gt;when patience is in short supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to fight and cry&lt;br /&gt;oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so helpless&lt;br /&gt;we're slaves to our impulses&lt;br /&gt;we're afraid of our emotions&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows where the shore is&lt;br /&gt;we're divided by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing i know is&lt;br /&gt;that the answer isn't for us&lt;br /&gt;no the answer isn't for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;two words i always think&lt;br /&gt;oh after you've gone&lt;br /&gt;when i realize i was acting all wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to fight and cry&lt;br /&gt;we, we could hold each other tight tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHce16MeMVI/AAAAAAAAARI/QEsc0jCpnwc/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6162089020451408019</id><published>2008-07-08T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:35:27.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHN7EOsedPI/AAAAAAAAARA/mO1acMH3Ohc/s1600-h/preparing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHN7EOsedPI/AAAAAAAAARA/mO1acMH3Ohc/s200/preparing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220651705646871794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOH KAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m getting prepared ... podcast will be recorded this week ... i think on thursday ... thursday was always a good day for podcasting ... so i will sum up the trip and i will dedicate this podcast to a very special pesterette ... gwendolyne from baton rouge louisiana ... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and finding that song of the day today, ireminded me on vanilla ice ... not the cool stuff ... the „rapper“ from 1990 ... and that reminds me of the supposably silliest tattoed guy in tattoo history mr. ice cool ... and he’s german *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this was a short teaser on what you’ll get (hopefully) on friday ... *fallen on the face by bowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: queen &amp; david bowie&lt;br /&gt;song: under pressure&lt;br /&gt;album: hot space (funny coincede hah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pressure pushing down on me&lt;br /&gt;pressing down on you no man ask for&lt;br /&gt;under pressure&lt;br /&gt;that burns a building down&lt;br /&gt;splits a family in two&lt;br /&gt;puts people on streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah bah bah bah bah bah&lt;br /&gt;bah bah bah bah bah bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's o-kay!&lt;br /&gt;it's the terror of knowing&lt;br /&gt;what this world is about&lt;br /&gt;watching some good friends&lt;br /&gt;screaming let me out!&lt;br /&gt;pray tomorrow takes me higher&lt;br /&gt;pressure on people&lt;br /&gt;people on streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do do do bah bah bah bah&lt;br /&gt;o-kay&lt;br /&gt;chippin' around&lt;br /&gt;kick my brains round the floor&lt;br /&gt;these are the days&lt;br /&gt;it never rains but it pours&lt;br /&gt;people on streets&lt;br /&gt;people on streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the terror of knowing&lt;br /&gt;what this world is about&lt;br /&gt;watching some good friends&lt;br /&gt;screaming let me out!&lt;br /&gt;pray tomorrow takes me higher higher higher&lt;br /&gt;pressure on people&lt;br /&gt;people on streets&lt;br /&gt;turned away from it all&lt;br /&gt;like a blind man&lt;br /&gt;sat on a fence but it don't work&lt;br /&gt;keep coming up with love&lt;br /&gt;but it's so slashed and torn&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking&lt;br /&gt;can't we give ourselves one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we give love that one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we give love give love give love?&lt;br /&gt;give love give love give love give love give love?&lt;br /&gt;cause love's such an old fashioned word&lt;br /&gt;and love dares you to care&lt;br /&gt;for people on the edge of the night&lt;br /&gt;and love dares you to change our way&lt;br /&gt;of caring about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;this is our last dance&lt;br /&gt;this is our last dance&lt;br /&gt;this is ourselves under pressure&lt;br /&gt;under pressure pressure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6162089020451408019?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6162089020451408019/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6162089020451408019&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6162089020451408019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6162089020451408019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/07/ooooooooooooh-kay-im-getting-prepared.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHN7EOsedPI/AAAAAAAAARA/mO1acMH3Ohc/s72-c/preparing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-648337241967134244</id><published>2008-07-07T16:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:29:01.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHIm2Elqj1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mCMu2cD8IaI/s1600-h/daeumchendrehen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHIm2Elqj1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mCMu2cD8IaI/s200/daeumchendrehen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220277628462337874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWISTING THUMBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a bit time on my hands ... heehee, you’ll soon understand, why this is funny ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, someone tries to pester me into doing another podcast ... well, i am thinking about it, but you know what ... to pester someone involves more than ONE twitter post ;D ... so drown me in requests and i might record it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then i suffer from being back to work ... which i knew would be dreadfull but not as dreadful as it was. i cannot tell you about the wonderful things that happened during my absence, because i need the material for the podcast that i hopefully will record, if someone finally starts pestering me ... *sigh, anyway, so last week, was my first week back at work and it was horrible ... i had nothing to do ... literaly nothing!!! ... the sun was shining, the weather was excellent and i was trapped in my little fishtank office. now some of you might say why haven’t you posted something... or why haven’t you wrote the next breakthrough lesbian novel ... all i can answer to that is, you obviously never had an encounter with a real nothing to do ... this evil desease sucks every single bit of energy out of your bones ... i even hadn’t enough energy to be pissed ... well i was pissed a bit ... but most of all i was tired ... sooooooooooooooooo tired ... well finally on friday afternoon someone showed up and gave me something to do, so my weekend wasn’t all that horrible, because i was looking forward to today, to FINALLY work again ... no! there is no need to call a doctor, some of us like the things they do ... if there is something to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well and today i was so excited about my job, that i finished it around noon ... yes, sometimes i am a little bit dumb ... but most of the time i’m brilliant ... wait until i’m back to working each day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this afternoon i had a bit time on my hands ... =D ... and i surfed the internet a bit, and i found an interesting site about finger yoga ... see, i told you it gets funny =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so and because i highly recommend lissome fingers, i think you should visit the site too ... if you have a bit time on your hands ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fingeryoga.com/" target="_blank"&gt;nico's highly recommended finger yoga site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? what’s the use of lissome fingers??? ... well until you haven’t sent me a notarized copy of your id to approve you're over 18 i would answer this with: to write a podcast request =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i am in such a sentimental mood the song of the day is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: t.v. carpio&lt;br /&gt;song: i want to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;album: across the universe soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;i think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;when i'll say that something&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please, say to me&lt;br /&gt;you'll let me be your man&lt;br /&gt;and please, say to me&lt;br /&gt;you'll let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i'll let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i touch you i feel happy&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;it's such a feeling that my love&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you've got that something&lt;br /&gt;i think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;when i'll say that something&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i touch you i feel happy&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;it's such a feeling that my love&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you've got that something&lt;br /&gt;i think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;when i'll feel that something&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-648337241967134244?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/648337241967134244/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=648337241967134244&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/648337241967134244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/648337241967134244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/07/twisting-thumbs-today-i-had-bit-time-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SHIm2Elqj1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mCMu2cD8IaI/s72-c/daeumchendrehen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-930750677132378638</id><published>2008-06-10T17:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:37:53.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SE6ecw_q8oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ShTy8qmDSyA/s1600-h/kaktus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SE6ecw_q8oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ShTy8qmDSyA/s200/kaktus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210276035939725954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEE HAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the perfect song for my absence ... i'll miss everyone who can't participate and i am freaking out for excitement to meet everyone i'll meet ... especially because i got a text from our little venezuelan friend who was asked by the checkin person if she belongs to the band ... i couldn't resist, i had to remind her that "the band" could have been a german folk band too ... ;D ... but i guess i'll share my room with a rockstar lookalike ... WILD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of wild ... here's the wild wild song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you ... sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehOE0WP-Ngc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehOE0WP-Ngc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-930750677132378638?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/930750677132378638/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=930750677132378638&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/930750677132378638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/930750677132378638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/06/yee-haw-i-found-perfect-song-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SE6ecw_q8oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ShTy8qmDSyA/s72-c/kaktus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-3414401644035603848</id><published>2008-06-05T12:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:35:41.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEfBbzh-ahI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4-fLHgY_M5k/s1600-h/outch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEfBbzh-ahI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4-fLHgY_M5k/s200/outch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208344177510607378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE WENT WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, a short sum up, i will sleep naked between ale, her girlfriend and edilma with a bucket of water next to our bed avoid fartlighting and seymour thinks she loves me ... wow, i should have gotten these pants WAY earlier ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough about the silly talk of yesterday, start the silly talk of today ... i have a braincat (and i invented a new word with t =D ) ... ok, you still are familiar with the musclecat right? to be sure, i repeat it ... the musclecat is the word to word translation of the german word for sore muscles ... we like cats because a hangover is called tomcat over here, and because the whole aching goes on in the brain and i prefer the female version i now have a braincat ... and why? because it is 6 days to albuqueerque pride and i decided to do another drinking exercise ... well i found out that beer leads to a lot of walking ... i knew that already, but i thought it might have changed ... less going you get by using cocktails but them lead to a bigger braincat ... maybe this is another scientific post =D ... and with this handicap i have to do my very important and very serious work ... *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i saw that funny video on the vampires blog today, so maybe i declare today as the day of  office movies ... have fun with the crazy people i work with ... and no, we do NOT do this EVERY day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and just if you ask ... i am the one with the red guitar ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7o4Z_G2WFM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7o4Z_G2WFM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT SO LOUD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day possums ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-3414401644035603848?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/3414401644035603848/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=3414401644035603848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3414401644035603848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3414401644035603848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/06/exercise-went-wrong-ok-short-sum-up-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEfBbzh-ahI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4-fLHgY_M5k/s72-c/outch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5795726413637026420</id><published>2008-06-04T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:40:28.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEZ_Gzh-agI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2Urp9An5Rps/s1600-h/danger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEZ_Gzh-agI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2Urp9An5Rps/s200/danger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207989773989210626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ... so it’s 7 days until albuqueerque pride and i’m getting a bit nervous ... and not just because of meeting all these crazy bitches ... what also makes me nervous is this tag i found in my new pyjama pants ... you know, i am getting ready to pack, so after i found out that edilma and minn and everyone else got new bikinis i also went shopping ... i got me some nice new boardershorts ... which is very spiffy because 1, they cover the celulite and 2, there’s a cool bottleopener on them, which is always usefull, and because i don’t want to offend the poor girl i’m sharing my room with, i bought some new pyjama pants (well usually i sleep like marilyn monroe, except the perfume, but that would be rude) and now that tag!!!... no it is not that it’s made in china and i vote for a free tibet and this is an explosive combination ... WUAHHH it’s getting even more dangerous!!! ... so have you ever found a tag in your pants that said you should not set them on fire??? i mean WHAT??? ... how am i supposed to do that ... i mean we all know i’m a hottie, but ... ;D ... (yes i am following the advice YOU see?) ... so after we clarified that, what is that? ... keep away from fire? am i not allowed to smoke in that pants? am i not allowed to have a romantic encounter in them if candles are involved?? ... and what if the hotel is burning??? do i have to flee my room with a naked butt?? i am scared ... and excited ... and silly, which explains this post ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go with the song of the day, time for a bit power guitar action &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: the gossip&lt;br /&gt;song: fire with fire&lt;br /&gt;album: standing in the way of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't the end of the world girl&lt;br /&gt;you'll find your place in the world girl&lt;br /&gt;all you gotta do is stand up and fight fire with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big or small it makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna tell them what shape you'll be&lt;br /&gt;all you gotta do is stand up and fight fire with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta run on&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;you turn around, we're right behind you&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that the bigger we are the harder the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run on&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;you turn around, we're right behind you&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that the bigger we are the harder the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it ain't the end of the world girl&lt;br /&gt;you'll find your place in the world girl&lt;br /&gt;all you gotta do is stand up and fight fire with fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end no one's innocent&lt;br /&gt;big or small it makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;get up, stand out, and hold your head up higher, higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta run on&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;you turn around, we're right behind you&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that the bigger we are the harder the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run on&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;you turn around, we're right behind you&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that the bigger we are the harder the fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5795726413637026420?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5795726413637026420/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5795726413637026420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5795726413637026420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5795726413637026420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEZ_Gzh-agI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2Urp9An5Rps/s72-c/danger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-1031836419645337351</id><published>2008-06-03T13:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:17:33.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEUlljh-afI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3XkkDmee5Nc/s1600-h/milch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEUlljh-afI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3XkkDmee5Nc/s200/milch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207609871246977522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT MILK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky you ... we over here are in trouble ... our cow farmers, who indeed earn ridiculous prices for their milk (stop laughing, i mean of their cows, silly!!!), are on strike ... well, of course it is not like in a factory, because you cannot turn off a cow as simple as a buttonmachine ... so they still have to work and milk the cows, but they refuse to sell it, because they do not earn enough money. which i can understand,  but on the other hand we already produce to much milk over here, so if they get more money, they’ll probably produce even more, which will be a total waste, because we drown in milkpowder. i mean i bet we could feed all the starving children with our milkoverload, why aren’t we doing that??? but that is still better than what they are doing now ... they flush the milk down the drain ... *sigh ... it is imoral!!! ... we are in deep liquidtroubles over here ... i mean if you americans think you have insane prices for gas open your ears ... a gallon is roundabout 4 liters right?... so gas is over the thumb 8 dollars the gallon over here (thanks to amy for the correction) ... i was never luckier to ride a bike, believe me ... plus it makes a nice butt, i’ve been told, i cannot see the effect yet, but i believe in it, maybe that helps. anyway, the universe moves in funny ways, and so i fell over a funny product today, that puts the whole milkshortage in a new light (MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA - you’ll understand that laughter soon, promissed) look &lt;a href="http://abductionlamp.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and have a closer look on the elvis conspiracy! i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so speaking of farmers, here’s your catchy tune of the day ... i confess i was tempted to post old mcdonald ... but i didn’t =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: snow&lt;br /&gt;song: informer (but i swear they sing farmer!!)&lt;br /&gt;album: 12 inches of snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Informer&lt;br /&gt;You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame&lt;br /&gt;A licky boom-boom down&lt;br /&gt;'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane&lt;br /&gt;A licky boom-boom down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door&lt;br /&gt;One him come crawl through through my window&lt;br /&gt;So they put me in the back the car at the station&lt;br /&gt;From that point on I reach my destination&lt;br /&gt;Well the destination reached in down-a East detention&lt;br /&gt;Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger they are they think they have more power&lt;br /&gt;There on the phone me say that on hour&lt;br /&gt;Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover&lt;br /&gt;Lover who me callin'-a the one Tammy&lt;br /&gt;And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a&lt;br /&gt;Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly&lt;br /&gt;Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow&lt;br /&gt;Together we-a love 'em(?) as a tornado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me ya better listen for me now&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me ya better listen for me now&lt;br /&gt;When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a&lt;br /&gt;Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don&lt;br /&gt;But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"&lt;br /&gt;People them say I come from Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;But me born and raised (in the ghetto) I want ya to know-a&lt;br /&gt;Pure black people man thats all I man know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a&lt;br /&gt;Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with a nice young lady&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere me go me never lef' her at all-ie&lt;br /&gt;Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a&lt;br /&gt;Roam between-a dancin' in-a in-a nation-a&lt;br /&gt;You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata&lt;br /&gt;Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a&lt;br /&gt;Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin' out da top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he? [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MC Shan:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl&lt;br /&gt;Police knock my door, lick up my pal&lt;br /&gt;Rough me up and I cant do a thing&lt;br /&gt;Pick up my line when my telephone ring&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the station, black up my hands&lt;br /&gt;Trail me down 'cause I'm hangin with the Snowman&lt;br /&gt;What an I gonna do, I'm backed and I'm trapped&lt;br /&gt;Smack me in my face, took all of my gap&lt;br /&gt;They have no clues and they wanna get warmer&lt;br /&gt;But Shan won't turn informer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-1031836419645337351?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/1031836419645337351/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=1031836419645337351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1031836419645337351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1031836419645337351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-got-milk-lucky-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEUlljh-afI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3XkkDmee5Nc/s72-c/milch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2886872771742203349</id><published>2008-05-30T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:58:16.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEAV5jh-aeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CVR_naOXOHM/s1600-h/wilsondwk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEAV5jh-aeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CVR_naOXOHM/s200/wilsondwk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206185247774763490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT MUST BE THE HEAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i go crazy now, i don’t know, but even though i should be ashamed of it, i have a confession to make ... *harrumph ... ahm, i am sorry, but i like wilson gonzalez’ song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be aware of which trouble i am here, you have to know the background. *pfuh ... well, in 1985 an actor called uwe ochsenknecht had a leading role in doris dörries movie „men“ it was a big success for her, and a HUGE success for him. he’s one of germanys most popular actors now ... anyway, the success wasn’t good for him, you know how people are... they think they are special when they get popular and all of a sudden they get kids and they have to stand out of the crowd there too ... so the poor little critter was named wilson gonzalez ... after wilson pickett and speedy gonzalez *sigh ... his father started a second career as a singer ... well he had one nice song the rest was crap ... and then the little boys showed up in a childrens movie about a soccer team, which was VERY successful ... you know what i mean, we are talking about kids here ... KIDS!!! ... after i think 5 of these soccer movies, the boys probably thought they are to old for that kind of stuff, so they decided to become popstars ... well the younger one started first with a very weird attempt to become the german justin timberlake ... have you evver blown up a ballon an then instead of closing it just let it go ... that ‚s the perferct description of what i feel about his music ... but a few days ago i heard wilsons’ song for the first time and as hard as it is to confess it ... damn i like it ... i don’t know what it is, the dilletantism of early eighties punk? the bad accent? the unbelievably silly lyrics? i don’t know ... i just like it ... PLUS the boy is born in 1990!!!  .... he wasn’t there in the eighties .... maybe that’s it ... he reinvented the eighties ... all these 80ies electropunk revivals are great i like how people put something new into the whole thing but he just stepped back to the flat, silly diletantism that made those times this fuckin great =D&lt;br /&gt;i like it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it, i like it, i like it .... and i don’t care that he’s a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQUj8IkEUPc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQUj8IkEUPc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what makes the whole thing even funnier is the fact that the only zombies i know are 2. 1 the undead and 2 the cocktail that makes you feel undead the morning after ... and no 18 year old will get #2 in america right? ... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you can forgive me *bambieyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2886872771742203349?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2886872771742203349/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2886872771742203349&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2886872771742203349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2886872771742203349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-must-be-heat-or-maybe-i-go-crazy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SEAV5jh-aeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CVR_naOXOHM/s72-c/wilsondwk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-830493502968245050</id><published>2008-05-29T14:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:13:38.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SD6dDjh-adI/AAAAAAAAAQI/O33rk0B_COs/s1600-h/TattooGummistiefel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SD6dDjh-adI/AAAAAAAAAQI/O33rk0B_COs/s200/TattooGummistiefel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205770903689783762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGGI TUTTI VA PIANO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ... if i made a mistake (i bet i did) please correct me ... what i was trying to say is, that everything is a bit slow today ... everything? well, almost, in a tiny spot in the back of my brain some stubborn synapses work like crazy to produce a funny little post for you ... so you better appreciate it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you might ask yourself, why is she posting this funny boots today ... well maybe it is because she saw sex and the city (the movie) yesterday and now she is obsessed with shoes ... hmmmm, good point but NO ... first of all i already am kind of shoe obsessed, i don’t need a movie for that ... by the way, watch the thing it is soooooooooooo great, romantic and funny and just great ... my personal vote two thumbs up ... hmmm, i wrote that somewhere else today ;D ... but back to the boots ... the boots are ... ta daaaah ... because i feel a bit italian today ... hey you could have got an idea of that from the title, don’t you ... don’t look at me that way and what do you mean „what have rubberboots to do with italy“ ... well forget about the rubber for a second, i just liked the design, wait i still like it, so i just like the design ... so boot - italy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapping foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? BOOT --&gt; ITALY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, yes, italy is shaped like a boot ... NAH! don’t look at me that way, i know it is a highheel, but like i said ... i like the design ... and it is my blog and i can post whatever i like *crossing arms, pouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and today that will be this wonderfull video, where dephazz covered the themesong of one of my most favourite childhood tv shows ... viva la felicita from the signor rossi cartoon .. i LOVED the show ... especially the little dachshound called gaston =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BVRHE065-so&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BVRHE065-so&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your patience ... this post is dedicated to ale, who is living in the boot ... no silly, not the rubberboot ... i saw that! ... don’t make me pinch you ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day sweeties, i hope it will be a lucky one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-830493502968245050?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/830493502968245050/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=830493502968245050&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/830493502968245050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/830493502968245050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/italy-thank-you-yes-italy-is-shaped.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SD6dDjh-adI/AAAAAAAAAQI/O33rk0B_COs/s72-c/TattooGummistiefel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5843762180859508623</id><published>2008-05-28T14:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:21:52.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SD1Nijh-acI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bySzzKSoyjM/s1600-h/51501~Nurse-Bettie-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SD1Nijh-acI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bySzzKSoyjM/s200/51501~Nurse-Bettie-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205402000358795714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY AAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appologies my little possums, appologies!&lt;br /&gt;i really really tried to post more often ... especially now after i feel mentally less deranged ;D ... well anyway, the past two days where mentionable because of the absence of a certain person ... ok, name it me ... which is unexcuseable, especially because everyone was so very kind to remember my birthday ... thank you thank you thank you ... but i have a reason for my absence ... first of all, we have horrible weather so my migrane was killing me ... but the main reason was, i wasn’t at my desk, because i was trained in first aid ... and of course i wear plain white today =D ... yes, white pant’s and t-shirt ... even the print on skull is white ... i love it =D ... you see, this ridiculous birthday changed nothing, i am silly as always ... and able to have fun with the weirdest things ... and those of you who will be at the kelka pride events can be sure that i’ll be the first to show up if you need a mouth to mouth ... everything will gonna be alright ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i couldn’t find a song with aaaaaaaaah here’s one that’s called oooooh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: scissor sisters&lt;br /&gt;song: oooh&lt;br /&gt;album: ta-dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say such awful things&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why they're so hateful&lt;br /&gt;we don't need those diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;even though they look tasteful&lt;br /&gt;chichi parties&lt;br /&gt;so important&lt;br /&gt;sink a fortune&lt;br /&gt;high-class apartment&lt;br /&gt;one or two ooh-oohs&lt;br /&gt;make you feel so good&lt;br /&gt;it's not a threat to nobody&lt;br /&gt;in fact the people should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;don't you give me them blues&lt;br /&gt;i got magic in my dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;let me hear you say ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you talk sweet things in my ear&lt;br /&gt;i get so hot inside I'm burning my clothes&lt;br /&gt;measure distances with tears&lt;br /&gt;the tracks'll run for miles when i feel those&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;in your heart&lt;br /&gt;guilty feelings&lt;br /&gt;you fall apart&lt;br /&gt;one or two ooooh's&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a threat to nobody&lt;br /&gt;don't try and give me them blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;don't you give me them blues&lt;br /&gt;i got magic in my dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;let me hear you say ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say honey baby don't you know&lt;br /&gt;ain't got any money left to blow&lt;br /&gt;can't buy you no snow cone&lt;br /&gt;even when it's hot outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna make love show you what i can do&lt;br /&gt;pocket that rug and ride the groove&lt;br /&gt;just lemme go dance and give me no blues tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;don't you give me them blues&lt;br /&gt;i got magic in my dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;let me hear you say ooooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5843762180859508623?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5843762180859508623/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5843762180859508623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5843762180859508623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5843762180859508623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/say-aaaaaaaaah-appologies-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SD1Nijh-acI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bySzzKSoyjM/s72-c/51501~Nurse-Bettie-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6655486007066605900</id><published>2008-05-23T15:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:05:33.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDbAujh-abI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3kCF0O_j_s/s1600-h/EyesPop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDbAujh-abI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3kCF0O_j_s/s200/EyesPop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558325517445554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE SCIENTIFICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you sneeze, are your eyes open or closed? if you say they are open you are a: a miracle or b: a bloody liar ... because it is UNPOSSIBLE to sneeze with open eyes, otherwise your eyeballs will shoot out because of all the pressure ... well that makes funny pictures pop up in my head about eyeballs on a string popping out of the heads of all the ones who said they are a miracle =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the other thing that’s unpossible to do ist to wiggle your toes without smiling ... so i vote for a wigglebreak. it will be good for you, trust me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get of your shoes, free your cute little feet from socks, sit back, relax, look at your little footsies and wiggle your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, you’re smiling ... i’ve told you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your assistance and enjoy the rest of your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes, you can put the stuff back on now ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: kate nash&lt;br /&gt;song: merry happy&lt;br /&gt;album: made of bricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching me like you never watch no one&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum&lt;br /&gt;cause i know that you did&lt;br /&gt;cause your friend told me that you liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave me those pearls and I thought they were ugly&lt;br /&gt;though you try to tell me that you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;i know that you did&lt;br /&gt;'cause you said it and you wrote it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing at discos&lt;br /&gt;eating cheese on toast&lt;br /&gt;yeah you make me merry make me very very happy&lt;br /&gt;but you obviously, you didn't want to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing at discos&lt;br /&gt;eating cheese on toast&lt;br /&gt;yeah you make me merry make me very very happy&lt;br /&gt;but you obviously, you didn't want to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt from you&lt;br /&gt;do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt form you&lt;br /&gt;do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in restaurants&lt;br /&gt;thought we were so grown up&lt;br /&gt;but i know now that we were not the people&lt;br /&gt;that we turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting on the phone&lt;br /&gt;can't take back those hours&lt;br /&gt;but i won't regret&lt;br /&gt;'cause you can grow flowers&lt;br /&gt;from where dirt used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing at discos&lt;br /&gt;eating cheese on toast&lt;br /&gt;yeah you make me merry make me very very happy&lt;br /&gt;but you obviously, you didn't want to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing at discos&lt;br /&gt;eating cheese on toast&lt;br /&gt;yeah you make me merry make me very very happy&lt;br /&gt;but you obviously, you didn't want to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt from you&lt;br /&gt;do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt from you&lt;br /&gt;do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;(do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;i can be alone&lt;br /&gt;i can watch a sunset on my own&lt;br /&gt;(do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6655486007066605900?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6655486007066605900/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6655486007066605900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6655486007066605900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6655486007066605900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-scientifics-when-you-sneeze-are.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDbAujh-abI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3kCF0O_j_s/s72-c/EyesPop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2126884528086862114</id><published>2008-05-20T17:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:45:37.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDLrUMDWKaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/12LyhxbBR8c/s1600-h/sponge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDLrUMDWKaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/12LyhxbBR8c/s200/sponge1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202479251631516066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARING FOR THE DESERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is a sponge - my body is NOT ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my little possums, lets get scientific ...&lt;br /&gt;the average ammount of water in a humans body is about 67,85% ... if i am following the very complicated watson formula (you see i did research here) it seems the ammount of water in my nice little body is 36,873 liters (which is 9.74 american gallons) ... yes i have a bit time on my hand ... the percentage formula spits out the insanely ammount of 54,958 liters (14.52 gal) ... so whatever it might be inbetween these two messures, my body thinks that's enough ... which would have been midheavy unmentionable if i weren't in exercise mode for the desert trip ... and if two funny people weren't mentioning the necessity of drinking ... so i do as i'm told ... i am on 2 liters level (0.53 gal) and it doesn't work ... my body doesn't like water ... at least it doesn't like to have more in than absolutely necessary ... which is probably 9.74 gallons as far as i assume from all this "water-out-of-here" behaviour ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i tried to find a song about a flow heater, but i couldn't ... so here's another one, that at least comes close ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: seeed&lt;br /&gt;song: waterpumpee&lt;br /&gt;album: music monks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;waan back mi waterpumpee, mi cool and deadly fi go dance&lt;br /&gt;with di ladies&lt;br /&gt;dem a dance ya too funky- make man a move inna di dance&lt;br /&gt;like junkie we..&lt;br /&gt;waan back mi waterpumpee, mi cool and deadly fi go dance&lt;br /&gt;with di ladies&lt;br /&gt;dem a dance ya too funky-got shot a buz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(enuff)&lt;br /&gt;ihr hört und hyperhifistereo&lt;br /&gt;oder muffiges desaster auf´m tape fressenden blaaster&lt;br /&gt;singen tun wir sowieso &lt;br /&gt;vielleicht könnt ihrs erahnen zwischen brosis und bin&lt;br /&gt;laden wir die homies ein, denn wir sind nicht gern allein&lt;br /&gt;der eine braucht nur sein´ tv, wir brauchen die family&lt;br /&gt;yo!&lt;br /&gt;in diesen eisigen zeiten voll von durchgeknallten Leuten&lt;br /&gt;ist es unser job die heißen hooks und zeilen zu verbreiten&lt;br /&gt;du bist hart, du willst streiten kriegst´n  halbsteifen beim fighten&lt;br /&gt;geh doch in die u.s.a und feier da, geh bullen reiten&lt;br /&gt;geh bloß uns nicht auf´n sack, weil du zu feige bist zu tanzen &lt;br /&gt;zieh die teure jacke aus, du körperklaus- zeig was kannstn?&lt;br /&gt;wir mooven gut in jedem look im freshen und verranztem&lt;br /&gt;du mit deinem benni miles schockst die vorstadt pomeranzen yes we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ear)&lt;br /&gt;see hip shake watch your shape babe dive in your lake &lt;br /&gt;dream come awake and make this tune earthquake&lt;br /&gt;do you tape it, naked sun bake it all i can take  &lt;br /&gt;put in my toaster hit that cake ride our ghost ya&lt;br /&gt;rollercoaster ain´t no fake ma &lt;br /&gt;top to coast we want them most &lt;br /&gt;oh ladies may these tracks slip in your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eased)&lt;br /&gt;no turn back dis ya dancehall-drug gonna hit like a killer (killer,killer)&lt;br /&gt;get loose in your waist, put a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;set the dance on fire (fire, fire)&lt;br /&gt;cause the flow of a girl and man – from creation &lt;br /&gt;is ment to be a devine combination&lt;br /&gt;to all of mi brethren inna land:&lt;br /&gt;don´t waist time and give dem girl satisfaction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2126884528086862114?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2126884528086862114/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2126884528086862114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2126884528086862114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2126884528086862114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/preparing-for-desert-sigh-my-brain-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDLrUMDWKaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/12LyhxbBR8c/s72-c/sponge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2382729308614454527</id><published>2008-05-19T11:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:38:14.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDFI3MDWKYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yosun4iGBn8/s1600-h/loveboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDFI3MDWKYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yosun4iGBn8/s200/loveboat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202019157554899330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU REMEMBER WHEN KC SANG THE LOVEBOAT SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all these suffering podcasts where i was whining about my breakup i can now inform you that there is a new woman on my side =D&lt;br /&gt;she's awfully cute, even though she's missing one eye - but that eyepatch is just making her even sexier ;D - she's a little bit overboard and serving the navy ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which explains the song of the day, which is fighting hard with the memory of kc singing ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days until albuqueerque pride YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: in the navy&lt;br /&gt;artist: village people&lt;br /&gt;album: the very best of village people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where can you find pleasure, search the world for treasure,&lt;br /&gt;learn science, technology?&lt;br /&gt;where can you begin to make your dreams all come true&lt;br /&gt;on the land or on the sea?&lt;br /&gt;where can you learn to fly, play in sports or skindive,&lt;br /&gt;study oceanography?&lt;br /&gt;sign up for the big band or sit in the grand stand&lt;br /&gt;when your team and others meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, yes, you can sail the seven seas.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, yes, you can put your mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, come on now people, make a stand.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, can't you see we need a hand.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, come on, protect the motherland.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, come on and join your fellow, man.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, come on, people, and make a stand.&lt;br /&gt;in the navy, in the navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want you! they want you! they want you as a new recruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like adventure don't you wait to enter&lt;br /&gt;the recruiting office fast.&lt;br /&gt;don't you hesitate, there is no need to wait;&lt;br /&gt;they're signing up new seamen fast.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you are too young to join up today&lt;br /&gt;but don't you worry 'bout the thing&lt;br /&gt;for i'm sure there will be always the good navy&lt;br /&gt;protecting the land and sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the navy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want you! they want you! they want you as a new recruit!&lt;br /&gt;they want you! they want you! they want you as a new recruit!&lt;br /&gt;..but..but..but I'm afraid of water!&lt;br /&gt;..hey..hey..look, men...&lt;br /&gt;i get seasick even watching it on the tv!&lt;br /&gt;they want you! - oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;they want you! - what am i gonna do in a submarine?&lt;br /&gt;they want you! they want you!&lt;br /&gt;in the navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the navy... (fade out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2382729308614454527?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2382729308614454527/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2382729308614454527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2382729308614454527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2382729308614454527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-remember-when-kc-sang-loveboat.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SDFI3MDWKYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yosun4iGBn8/s72-c/loveboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2111633517369968265</id><published>2008-05-17T00:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:08:39.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SC4FPMDWKXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rHmdu9A9Zq8/s1600-h/h2076-sombrerohut-sombrero-hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SC4FPMDWKXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rHmdu9A9Zq8/s200/h2076-sombrerohut-sombrero-hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201100378150938994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA DEE DEE DEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't kiss a girl wearing a sombrero when you are wearing one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the vampire&lt;br /&gt;*fallen on the face by bowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2111633517369968265?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2111633517369968265/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2111633517369968265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2111633517369968265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2111633517369968265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/05/da-dee-dee-deeeeeeee-you-cant-kiss-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SC4FPMDWKXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rHmdu9A9Zq8/s72-c/h2076-sombrerohut-sombrero-hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8772371697901911299</id><published>2008-04-19T21:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:26:34.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SApKwCA-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EIDJ1VA3Lvs/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SApKwCA-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EIDJ1VA3Lvs/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191043709533053906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #36 - ESPECIALLY FOR SEYMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacation is over, the vampire is on her flight back and we already started missing her, but the long missing co-host of this crazy little music compilations made an appearance during the days, the vampirate was still here. and the ones who may ask what this cutiful picture is about shall know that it is not only because i have to go back to work on monday, where i will be forced to write sweet copies for the babysite ... *sigh, things will be serious again ... and that's why our little show is called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/cc7w3i" target="_blank"&gt;serious, baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8772371697901911299?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8772371697901911299/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8772371697901911299&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8772371697901911299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8772371697901911299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/04/talks-36-especially-for-seymor-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/SApKwCA-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EIDJ1VA3Lvs/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5147566686224026044</id><published>2008-04-10T21:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:23:53.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_5s4xpaaxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fz-WHGW8_yM/s1600-h/tq_002883_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_5s4xpaaxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fz-WHGW8_yM/s200/tq_002883_g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187703543432899346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACATION REPORT #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my little possums ... today we were having another big adventure. it was as you might get by the picture, the day of the elk ... in other words, we were at ikea ... what actually is a big adventure if you don't own a car. breathe my little american friends, it is possible to live without a car ;D ... so we had a lot of fun at the public transport system. we went aaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way to the outskirts, what is where ikea is, and we ... as always ... ended up with more in the cart, than we supposed to have in it =D &lt;br /&gt;the vampirate is now the proud owner of a fantabulous cheese shredder and she found me a great new lapdesk, from which i am writing to you right now ... so you see, it works perfectly. more elks were found in the grocery store, where the kindereggs are packed in a little elk box and yes of course we bought one for our dear elka, which will be send out to abq tomorrow. also we got us the tickets for the wonderful shortfilmnight of the enchanted film festival ... yes, that enchanted that means gay ... the short film night is called the elle world which reminds me on stubbing your little noses onto this site &lt;a href="http://lol-word.blogspot.com/ " target="_blank"&gt;the lol-word&lt;/a&gt; enjoy, and tune in tomorrow when there will be more adventures from the pussycountry also known as germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song of the day is of course swedish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: mando diao&lt;br /&gt;song: good morning, herr horst&lt;br /&gt;album: ode to ochrasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;With a Tambourine on my feet&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding every beat steady and low&lt;br /&gt;Well if it would've been me&lt;br /&gt;I would have turned in to the Factory&lt;br /&gt;And chase that little girl black and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;And I'm freezing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying once again&lt;br /&gt;For monday glass&lt;br /&gt;For monday glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me on the street&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about my passing days&lt;br /&gt;Just slip another coin&lt;br /&gt;And walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a love of mine&lt;br /&gt;With a different heart&lt;br /&gt;In another time&lt;br /&gt;I blew that off with pills and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a child of mine&lt;br /&gt;With a different heart&lt;br /&gt;In another time&lt;br /&gt;I blew that off with booze and lack of soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;And 'Im freezing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying once again&lt;br /&gt;For monday glass&lt;br /&gt;For monday glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me on the street&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about my passing days&lt;br /&gt;Just slip another coin&lt;br /&gt;And walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah slip another coin&lt;br /&gt;And walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5147566686224026044?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5147566686224026044/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5147566686224026044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5147566686224026044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5147566686224026044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation-report-4-hello-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_5s4xpaaxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fz-WHGW8_yM/s72-c/tq_002883_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6718575478496895074</id><published>2008-04-09T21:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:46:58.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_0SbxpaavI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x9G2RAl-kbg/s1600-h/wurst+friends+ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_0SbxpaavI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x9G2RAl-kbg/s200/wurst+friends+ever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187322614193482482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACATION REPORT #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by a very remorseful vampirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was spent under house arrest.  My protest didn't go over very well with the local authorities.  Park furniture still imprisoned and me stuck inside on a rainy Wednesday....&lt;br /&gt;I thought well, perhaps it won't be so bad, maybe I can make some new friends....so I set out to explore my surroundings and there, in the fridge, I found 3 typical German fellas to pal around with for the day.  Heinz, Karl, and Horst.  &lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was going to be great!  But as the day wore on, and it got closer to dinner time, I realized these were the wurst friends I could have made.&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted though. The stories, the bar tricks, the sharing of recipes....&lt;br /&gt;But as the sky grew darker, and my stomach grew fuller... I bid auf wiedersehen&lt;br /&gt; to my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;We shall see what tomorrow brings.  What new adventures await me. Perhaps I will escape outside and roam free.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Frankfurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it took us a while, to figure out the song of the day, but we think this one will fit ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: frank'n'furter&lt;br /&gt;song: sweet transvestite&lt;br /&gt;album: the rocky horror picture show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman&lt;br /&gt;He's just a little brought down because when you knocked&lt;br /&gt;He thought you were the candyman.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get strung out by the way that I look,&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a man by the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;But by night I'm one hell of a lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're both pretty groovy&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal&lt;br /&gt;We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?&lt;br /&gt;We're both in a bit of a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to be any worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?&lt;br /&gt;Well babies, don't you panic.&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the night when it all seems alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you a satanic mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?&lt;br /&gt;I could show you my favourite obsession.&lt;br /&gt;I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan&lt;br /&gt;And he's good for relieving my tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab.&lt;br /&gt;I see you shiver with antici... pation!&lt;br /&gt;But maybe the rain isn't really to blame&lt;br /&gt;So I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6718575478496895074?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6718575478496895074/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6718575478496895074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6718575478496895074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6718575478496895074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation-report-3-brought-to-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_0SbxpaavI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x9G2RAl-kbg/s72-c/wurst+friends+ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8215764247537101791</id><published>2008-04-08T21:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:03:20.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_vJDbSHnBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XTgcyoz9A8c/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_vJDbSHnBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XTgcyoz9A8c/s200/DSC03815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186960456547802130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACATION REPORT #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we saw today: an exclusive report brought to you by the vampirate&lt;br /&gt;today we came across a shocking spectacle in a Frankfurt park.  I was stunned to discover in this day and age such a thing still exists.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, tourists come from all over the world to visit the historical momuments that serve as reminders of Germany's darker days, but this, this was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Walking through a patoral park filled with happily frolicing dogs, parenting geese, bounding bunnies and the great stroller brigade...well...I just don't know how to tell you about this.  The nightmares I will endure from this outing, the psychological scarring...&lt;br /&gt;Darlings, I am talking about Park Auschwitz. Yes, you heard me.  Innocent park furniture imprissoned, punished for some unknown crime.  To be confined behind high metal fencing.  Keeping their chilled seats from the potentially warming German behinds that could break up their lifeless day&lt;br /&gt;The wind blowing through their unprotected legs.  If you listened closely to that wind just right, you could hear the faint weeping wood.  &lt;br /&gt;I propose a campaign! Yes! To free the park furniture!  To release it from its chain link shackles that bind it.  To punish NOT the furniture, but the oppressors of said furniture!  YES!  It starts today, it starts now my friends (cue sweeping, patriotic/revolutionary music) we will stand with our brother and sister park furniture, we will lash ourselves to their fencing, sing our songs of protests, and we will not leave until all of the park furniture is FREE! (music swells)&lt;br /&gt;NEVER AGAIN!  NEVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tune in tomorrow when the daily blog will be brought to you from a German jail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then the song of the day is OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: queen&lt;br /&gt;song: i want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free from your lies&lt;br /&gt;You're so self satisfied I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I want to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love, yeah&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I've fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the way you love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be sure&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to, living without, living without,&lt;br /&gt;Living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live alone, hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows, got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;So baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want, I want, I want to break free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8215764247537101791?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8215764247537101791/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8215764247537101791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8215764247537101791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8215764247537101791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation-report-2-what-we-saw-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_vJDbSHnBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XTgcyoz9A8c/s72-c/DSC03815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7048231771999379885</id><published>2008-04-08T00:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:29:13.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_qeaLSHnAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/F25RJKN-TUI/s1600-h/doner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_qeaLSHnAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/F25RJKN-TUI/s200/doner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186632093413121026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACATION REPORT #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we saw today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 spinning meats and a tOni YAY! she's still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also found a zombie rubberducky, found out mcdonalds is sold out of shrimp burgers and  that the prince song is right, right, right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the song of the day is obviously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: sometimes it snows in april&lt;br /&gt;artist: prince&lt;br /&gt;album: parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,&lt;br /&gt;just after I'd wiped away his last tear&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's better off than he was before,&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot better off than the fools he left here&lt;br /&gt;I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Those kind of cars don't pass u every day&lt;br /&gt;I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it snows in April&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish life was never ending,&lt;br /&gt;and all good things, they say, never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springtime was always my favorite time of year,&lt;br /&gt;A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears&lt;br /&gt;Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain&lt;br /&gt;He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;No, staring at his picture I realized&lt;br /&gt;No one could cry the way my Tracy cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it snows in April&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending,&lt;br /&gt;And all good things, they say, never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there&lt;br /&gt;I know that he has found another friend&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it snows in April&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,&lt;br /&gt;But all good things, they say, never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things that say, never last&lt;br /&gt;And love, it isn't love until it's past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7048231771999379885?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7048231771999379885/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7048231771999379885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7048231771999379885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7048231771999379885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation-report-1-what-we-saw-today-8.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R_qeaLSHnAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/F25RJKN-TUI/s72-c/doner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-471335853304010094</id><published>2008-02-06T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:18:49.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R6nWJhX-pkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v2bx3v83vgE/s1600-h/actual+virgin+mary+grilled+cheese+sandwich.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R6nWJhX-pkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v2bx3v83vgE/s200/actual+virgin+mary+grilled+cheese+sandwich.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163893906823095874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CHEESES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another funny coincedence that is worth blogging about ... probably it will change your life ... at least your eating habits ... maybe ... whatever. i am sick again, that might explain a lot ... fever, you know, people write the funniest shit when they are having fever ... ok, i take these antibiotics, HAH!!! they are yellow too!!! COINCIDENCES OVER COINCIDENCES ... yes, yes, yes ... you are right, i'll explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, i was talking to a dear american friend yesterday, no names, the vampire is worried you'll make fun out of her, but this is dead serious, i swear ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we were talking about me being sick, and if i take good enough care of myself, and what i had for dinner ... and you know me, normaly i think cooking is zen but i am sick so i made myself a simple cheesesandwich ... and then the question came up ... what kind of cheese? ... and then i found out that different pronounciation, combined with a sick mind can lead to a new religion. because i had a simple gouda ... and in germany we pronounce it slightly netherlands so the ou sounds like the ow in cow ... what is interesting too, because we are talking about cheese here ... i mean, cheese – milk – cow ... you see, what i mean??? EVERYTHING fits all of a sudden ... i tell you this is a SIGN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i found out, that americans pronounce that ou like oo like in goose (NO milk at all) and that sounds like buddha =D ... what was the point where my pills where kicking in, we inventet goudism ... and i really do not have to stub your noses into what cheeses sounds like right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wasn't the weirdest of all things ... because at the morning of that day i saw a documentary of a tattoo parlor in miami where a woman got a tattoo of a grilled cheese sandwich she made years ago and that shows the face of the virgin mary ... ??? ... what shall all this mean? is it a sign??? or just a sign that me is weirder than we all thought i am =D ... whatever it means, and even if goudism has no potential to become a world religion ... if you are feeling the need to make yourself a cheese sandwich now, take a picture, send it and lets see if we can see a face in there too ... especially because i think this mother mary looks more like marlene dietrich in blue angel ... but it's just me, and i am sick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-471335853304010094?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/471335853304010094/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=471335853304010094&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/471335853304010094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/471335853304010094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/02/holy-cheeses-another-funny-coincedence.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R6nWJhX-pkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v2bx3v83vgE/s72-c/actual+virgin+mary+grilled+cheese+sandwich.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8778342053287149948</id><published>2008-01-15T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:45:13.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SWEET SUEDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4zh-NSITjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CJwZ2jv_9So/s1600-h/Bild+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4zh-NSITjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CJwZ2jv_9So/s320/Bild+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155744132266217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to love them ... and i’ll take that as a goal for the europride in stockholm .... pink ninja squad-yay-bikini season in stockholm – drrrrr =D ... sorry for the interruption, but you see, nothing has changed since last year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i was trying to talk about was a website i fell over today, and i simply love the idea ... sending your not sexy underwear to björn borg (yes the tennis player, didn’t you know he produces panties these days?? – what else did you miss? carla bruni marrying the french president,  who was divorced 85 days before he married her, plus gave her the SAME engagement ring that he gave to his exwife??? how could you ... well keep him in mind for this underwear delivering service) so where was i?? aaaaah yes, so you search your drawers for ugly panties, send them to björn borg and they will send them to the peace endangerer of your choice ... isn’t that sweet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, go there &lt;a href=" http://www.bjornborg.com/en/Missions/" target="_blank"&gt;bjornborg underwear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess ONCE whos on top of the list ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh and there’s a funny youtube video too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMjGJjV6E_I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMjGJjV6E_I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays song: pinch me&lt;br /&gt;artist: barenaked ladies&lt;br /&gt;album: maroon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the perfect time of year&lt;br /&gt;somewhere far away from here&lt;br /&gt;i feel fine enough, i guess&lt;br /&gt;considering everything's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;there's a restaurant down the street&lt;br /&gt;where hungry people like to eat&lt;br /&gt;i could walk, but i'll just drive&lt;br /&gt;it's colder than it looks outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then ya&lt;br /&gt;try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya&lt;br /&gt;try to see the world beyond your front door.&lt;br /&gt;take your time cos the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya&lt;br /&gt;realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to&lt;br /&gt;try to figure out what all this is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the perfect time of day&lt;br /&gt;to throw all your cares away&lt;br /&gt;put the sprinkler on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;and run through with my gym shorts on.&lt;br /&gt;take a drink right from the hose&lt;br /&gt;and change into some drier clothes&lt;br /&gt;climb the stairs up to my room&lt;br /&gt;sleep away the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya&lt;br /&gt;try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya&lt;br /&gt;try to see the world beyond your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your time cos the way i rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya&lt;br /&gt;realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to&lt;br /&gt;try to figure out what all this is for.&lt;br /&gt;pinch Me&lt;br /&gt;pinch Me&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;please god&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;that i'm still asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an evening such as this&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to tell if i exist&lt;br /&gt;if i packed a car and leave this town&lt;br /&gt;who'll notice that i'm not around?&lt;br /&gt;i could hide out under there&lt;br /&gt;i just made you say 'underwear'&lt;br /&gt;i could leave but i'll just stay&lt;br /&gt;all my stuff's here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya&lt;br /&gt;try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya&lt;br /&gt;try to see the world beyond your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your time cos the way i rhyme's gonna make you smile, when ya&lt;br /&gt;realise that with a guy my size it might take a while, just to&lt;br /&gt;try to figure out what all this is for.&lt;br /&gt;try to figure out what all this is for.&lt;br /&gt;try to see the world beyond your front door.&lt;br /&gt;try to figure out what all this is for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8778342053287149948?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8778342053287149948/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8778342053287149948&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8778342053287149948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8778342053287149948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-suedes-you-have-to-love-them.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4zh-NSITjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CJwZ2jv_9So/s72-c/Bild+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-706300257353495638</id><published>2008-01-10T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:40:55.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VICTOR/VICTORIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, or you maybe don’t, but now you will because i’ll tell you ... i believe in coincidences. others believe in destiny, some call things destiny i would call coincidence, but whatever ... i truly believe the whole life is hold together by brontillions of coincidences ... and that’s what makes it interrrrrrrrrrrresting ... happy new year by the way ;D&lt;br /&gt;so the actual coincedence i would like to talk about was exposing an unbelievable thing, it will have an earthshattering effect on the papparrazzi scene and – and this is most frightening – makes me like victoria beckham. &lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, hey ... would you please breathe again? ... i’ll explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what happened. i was informed, that francis bean cobain is going to be the new chanel face ... and because i don’t know how she looks i searched for her pictures. i ended up on a celebreties godparents site, that said miss cobains godmother is drew barrymore. the whole chain of celebrity godparents ended with a picture of victoria beckham ... also know as posh spice ... or as mr. blackwell calls her, the skinny, mini monstrosity. anyway, i saw that picture of her and all of a sudden my brain starts to rattle and bleep ... yes i switched from digigital to mechanical over the weekend, it’s a bit slower but the soundeffects are priceless ;D ... can you still follow me? soooooooooo, this pic of missis beckham reminded me on something ... and bang, it hit me ... enlightenment ... she looks like hedwig. i mean i haven’t found the right picture because the internet is full of funny coincidences but you never find the pic you search for, so i have to deal with this second best thing, but have a bit sympathy and you’ll see it ... i mean it jumps right into your face ... i mean look at it, it’s almost identical ... that means ... are you sitting? breathe in ... not only is victoria beckham a man ... s/he is also a DRAGQUEEN ... and that my little possums means: i like her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4X0NNSIThI/AAAAAAAAANw/n6f3wd2KXAo/s1600-h/umbrella_allyfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4X0NNSIThI/AAAAAAAAANw/n6f3wd2KXAo/s320/umbrella_allyfull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153793856336580114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4X0T9SITiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TleYkBRp3Hk/s1600-h/img_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4X0T9SITiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TleYkBRp3Hk/s320/img_19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153793972300697122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well isn’t it fun to start the new year with a bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another funny coincidence, the cinematographer of the movie victor/victoria. his name is ... tadaaah ... dick bush ... do i have to say anything else??? IT’S A CONSPIRACY OF THE QUEER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day: don’t let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;artist: sarah bettens&lt;br /&gt;album: scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it takes some falling down&lt;br /&gt;to get back on your feet&lt;br /&gt;i often think the things i want&lt;br /&gt;the things i really need&lt;br /&gt;i noticed yesterday that lately I&lt;br /&gt;haven't noticed much&lt;br /&gt;colours change and people change&lt;br /&gt;and i am busy handling the remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see this i don't let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;when you feel this way don't let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;i need you to turn me upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in every room, in every house&lt;br /&gt;someone’s always waiting to be heard&lt;br /&gt;sitting on my big behind&lt;br /&gt;i am hardly rescuing the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see this i don't let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;when you feel this way don't let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;i need you to turn me upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me hide&lt;br /&gt;behind the question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see this i don't let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;when you feel this way don't let me drag you down&lt;br /&gt;i need you to turn me upside down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-706300257353495638?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/706300257353495638/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=706300257353495638&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/706300257353495638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/706300257353495638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2008/01/victorvictoria-you-know-or-you-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R4X0NNSIThI/AAAAAAAAANw/n6f3wd2KXAo/s72-c/umbrella_allyfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8710448871015884012</id><published>2007-12-09T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:55:14.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R1waVA3v49I/AAAAAAAAANo/9r1xoLf3t34/s1600-h/DSCN1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R1waVA3v49I/AAAAAAAAANo/9r1xoLf3t34/s200/DSCN1089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142013822863664082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what??? this is post #200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #36 - INSIGHTS INTO A WEIRD MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i (will) mention on the podcast, there are a lot of things going on here. as you can see i got a new tattoo and everything is (finally) going on well. the job paced down a bit, we'll see what will happen next ... insanity is always able to produce some new shades ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am also mention(ed) i am working myself through the older l word seasons, to prepare for the upcoming new season, thanks to edilma i know where to watch it a bit earlier ;D, actually i am in the middle of season 2 and just noticing that helena was  - contrairy to everyone else - looks older. besides she is a total bitch =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, there is a lot of stuff going on over here, and you are very welcome to join the rollercoaster, i hope you'll have a little bit fun with the little podcast that describes my life so well by being simply called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/haudto" target="_blank"&gt;madness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madness - madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy - shawn colvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathalie - cora frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change - kt tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing - annie lennox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderlust king - gogol bordello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay bar - the bosshoss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich glaub ne dame werd ich nie - barbara schöneberger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tick boom - the hives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8710448871015884012?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8710448871015884012/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8710448871015884012&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8710448871015884012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8710448871015884012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-what-this-is-post-200-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/R1waVA3v49I/AAAAAAAAANo/9r1xoLf3t34/s72-c/DSCN1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-3776337165767904444</id><published>2007-11-07T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:03:03.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RzIX_M1g0FI/AAAAAAAAANg/WQ2ZwBpL3Xc/s1600-h/img345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RzIX_M1g0FI/AAAAAAAAANg/WQ2ZwBpL3Xc/s200/img345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130189300073287762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIG SQUIRREL-WAR OF 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning on my way to work i passed the battlefield of the biggest squirrel fight of the history. it was obvious that during the night brontillions of squirrels fought their little tails off ... or the larches throw their leafs off ... or whatever that tree is called ... but honestly i vote for the squirrelfight ... more action ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: edwin starr&lt;br /&gt;song: war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, huh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;war, huh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;say it again, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, huh, good God&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, war, i despise&lt;br /&gt;because it means destruction&lt;br /&gt;of innocent lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war means tears&lt;br /&gt;to thousands of mothers eyes&lt;br /&gt;when their sons go to fight&lt;br /&gt;and lose their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said, war, huh&lt;br /&gt;good god, y'all&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, whoa, lord&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, it ain't nothing&lt;br /&gt;but a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;war, friend only to the undertaker&lt;br /&gt;ooooh, war&lt;br /&gt;it's an enemy to all mankind&lt;br /&gt;the point of war blows my mind&lt;br /&gt;war has caused unrest&lt;br /&gt;within the younger generation&lt;br /&gt;induction then destruction&lt;br /&gt;who wants to die&lt;br /&gt;aaaaah, war-huh&lt;br /&gt;good god y'all&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;say it, say it, say it&lt;br /&gt;war, huh&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, huh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;war, huh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;say it again y'all&lt;br /&gt;war, huh, good God&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, it ain't nothing but a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;war, it's got one friend&lt;br /&gt;that's the undertaker&lt;br /&gt;ooooh, war, has shattered&lt;br /&gt;many a young mans dreams&lt;br /&gt;made him disabled, bitter and mean&lt;br /&gt;life is much to short and precious&lt;br /&gt;to spend fighting wars these days&lt;br /&gt;war can't give life&lt;br /&gt;it can only take it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh, war, huh&lt;br /&gt;good god y'all&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, whoa, lord&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, it ain't nothing but a heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;war, friend only to the undertaker&lt;br /&gt;peace, love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;tell me, is there no place for them today&lt;br /&gt;they say we must fight to keep our freedom&lt;br /&gt;but lord knows there's got to be a better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh, war, huh&lt;br /&gt;good god y'all&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;you tell me&lt;br /&gt;say it, say it, say it, say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war, huh&lt;br /&gt;good god y'all&lt;br /&gt;what is it good for&lt;br /&gt;stand up and shout it&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-3776337165767904444?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/3776337165767904444/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=3776337165767904444&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3776337165767904444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3776337165767904444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-squirrel-war-of-2007-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RzIX_M1g0FI/AAAAAAAAANg/WQ2ZwBpL3Xc/s72-c/img345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2383161801142560600</id><published>2007-10-09T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:53:51.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RwvgYoHDGzI/AAAAAAAAANY/A4okL32-Bn8/s1600-h/DSCN1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RwvgYoHDGzI/AAAAAAAAANY/A4okL32-Bn8/s200/DSCN1023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119432115125164850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MOLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello my little possums, before i bore you with random shit from my life one simple and kind question for you: have you watched exes and ohs? if you can answer this with yes, next one: have you posted a nice and supportive comment on the logo homepage? if you can answer that with yes two ... BIG GAY HUG and a shiny silver star for you!!!! YAY - if you answeredthe first question with no, forget the second one and take this as an alternative: WHAT???? why not??? and when will you watch it? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, be kind, watch it, and leave a comment at their page, because i need more than 6 episodes of this show and i will only get it if enough people say it is great and that they will watch another season of it, so plehehehehease *bambieyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and now back to this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RwvgJIHDGyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6bDFJF3umFM/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RwvgJIHDGyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6bDFJF3umFM/s200/DSCN1019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431848837192482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, this is a bathroomfloor ... MY bathroomfloor, and as you can see, there is a hole in it. and a towel. and this is what happened. last wednesday - damn i haven't blogged for a while, i am sorry - we had a holiday, it was reunion day and i was looking forward to sleep in. a wish that didn't fulfill because at 8 am someone was ringing on my doorbell. my neighbour asked me if my washing machine was running ... NO, i was to tired for jokes, silly tsk ... i mean at 8 am on a holiday ... it turned out, that water was running down their bathroomwall and they thought my bathroom must be under water. but no. dry as albuqueerque =D .. anyway, an hour later the plumber showed up, and he also wasn't able to find water in my bathroom. at least we found out the flushing works great! =D anyway, he had to show up the next day and said he MAYBE has to get into my bathroom again ... it turned out he had to show up there, remove a few tiles, hammering a huge hole into my floor, laugh about the last "plumber" who fixed a former leak with a looping, fix the leak and after doing that closing the hole with one of my favourite towels (yes, ikea, silly question) and leaving. so since last thursday i have this nice hole in my bathroomfloor ... at least i cannot SEE my neighbours down there ... so you see, i really deserve another season of exes and ohs PLEHEASE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rwvf4IHDGxI/AAAAAAAAANI/CyvSK_qlyGc/s1600-h/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rwvf4IHDGxI/AAAAAAAAANI/CyvSK_qlyGc/s200/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119431556779416338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this is how a german wall is filled ... pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes ... no, towels are no common filling material over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2383161801142560600?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2383161801142560600/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2383161801142560600&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2383161801142560600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2383161801142560600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/10/holy-moly-hello-my-little-possums.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RwvgYoHDGzI/AAAAAAAAANY/A4okL32-Bn8/s72-c/DSCN1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-1996405064501717367</id><published>2007-10-01T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:53:47.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOSEBUMP MOMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the great party our girls had when arriving from china, this is one goosebump moment i like to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend once said, you don't hear from her in years, and then you just drop dead ... so true again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie lennox' new album is out. enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCFbKEVzlOo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCFbKEVzlOo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-1996405064501717367?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/1996405064501717367/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=1996405064501717367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1996405064501717367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1996405064501717367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/10/goosebump-moments-besides-great-party.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6808220381210545352</id><published>2007-09-30T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:32:35.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-5-4HDGuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wa54ofIh5ag/s1600-h/trdv240252_21912_full-prt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-5-4HDGuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wa54ofIh5ag/s200/trdv240252_21912_full-prt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116012191581149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, we not only beat brazil, we adopted nice brazilian habbits too =D&lt;br /&gt;this by the way is simone laudehr who saved our victory with her goal for the 2:0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of 0 ... for the first time in football worldcup history (female and male) this team was wining the tournament without taking a single goal.so there has to be a special shoutout for our goalie nadine angerer, who was able to avert a penalty by martha, what definitely broke the moral of brazil. a few minutes later miss laudehr scored and brazil started crying. what they did a lot during the game ... they played very foul and everytime our players breathed in their direction, they fell to the ground acting like they at least broke all the bones contained in their bodies. they definitely fought for the oscar instead of the worldcup. that's what you get out of that ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-5YIHDGtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qxmlqglZR0k/s1600-h/2007-09-30t140213z_01_pek527_rtridsp_3_soccer-women-cup_21910_full-lnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-5YIHDGtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qxmlqglZR0k/s200/2007-09-30t140213z_01_pek527_rtridsp_3_soccer-women-cup_21910_full-lnd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116011525861219026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was a historical day today. forst time a champion could defend the title, first time no goal taken during the whole tournament and (what i like really much) first time our team looked really good ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of looking good ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-_RYHDGwI/AAAAAAAAANA/DZKc0rexkEY/s1600-h/ful530097009_21863_full-prt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-_RYHDGwI/AAAAAAAAANA/DZKc0rexkEY/s200/ful530097009_21863_full-prt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116018006966868738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss kai played four more minutes in the game against norway. which the us girls could win with 4:0. so congratulations for the third place - wasn't that a great day today???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6808220381210545352?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6808220381210545352/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6808220381210545352&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6808220381210545352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6808220381210545352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-more-time-as-you-can-see-we-not.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rv-5-4HDGuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wa54ofIh5ag/s72-c/trdv240252_21912_full-prt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7917277960712491690</id><published>2007-09-27T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:16:33.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvwZKYHDGsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TUeP0a_iekI/s1600-h/DVP1525013_T.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvwZKYHDGsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TUeP0a_iekI/s200/DVP1525013_T.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114990942847441602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH PART OF BEAT BRAZIL YOU DIDN'T GET???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said force THEM!!! to make an own goal. and who said anything about loose a player with a yellow/red card? i know sometimes this is a moral booster but isn't it a bit radical? and because i was only able to follow the game via ticker i am not sure if any jersey came off. i can only hope that happened because that was at least a little cheer up after that desastrous 4:0!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it would have been so nice to meet at the final. well i hope you'll beat norway on saturday. but please be careful, they are angry ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget, revenge is ours. because we'll kick brazilian booties on sunday ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7917277960712491690?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7917277960712491690/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7917277960712491690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7917277960712491690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7917277960712491690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/which-part-of-beat-brazil-you-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvwZKYHDGsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TUeP0a_iekI/s72-c/DVP1525013_T.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7409775766450549375</id><published>2007-09-26T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:00:03.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rvq2UIHDGrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5l4Fvm_1xps/s1600-h/AFP0000601_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rvq2UIHDGrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5l4Fvm_1xps/s200/AFP0000601_P.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114600783723305650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sweeties, we did our job and reached the final. and this is how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you let your opponent (in your case brazil) play a bit and scare your supporters into nailbiting. then pretty close to the end of the first half you run towards the goal and let your most powerfuller kicker shoot from an insane angle and hit an opponent defender that she has no other chance than make an own goal. if this happens in the 42. minute of the game you can be sure your opponents will be going into the pause in a really sad mood. - oh and about the own goal, forget it, even though brazilian players like to celebrate their goals, no jersey will go off for that ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the second half you show confidence. you let the ball roll, you wait for your chance, your opponent is angry because they are behind, they try and try, but you have a great goalie that steals their last nerves. you shoot some balls close over or aside your opponents goal to keep your supporters entertained - well if you think an almost heartattck is entertaining - and finally score again. if that happens your opponent is this disappointed that you just have to wait for the mistakes, like passing back to the goalie with not enough power conquering the ball and BOOM you win 3:0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on, don't say i haven't told  you exactly how to reach the final. so we'll meet you on sunday right. and let miss kai play!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7409775766450549375?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7409775766450549375/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7409775766450549375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7409775766450549375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7409775766450549375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-you-go-ok-sweeties-we-did-our-job.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rvq2UIHDGrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5l4Fvm_1xps/s72-c/AFP0000601_P.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8297721163744958478</id><published>2007-09-24T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:14:15.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvgWVIHDGqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dOvrx2OGVcs/s1600-h/ko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvgWVIHDGqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dOvrx2OGVcs/s200/ko.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113861929089309346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry, i somehow missed the first ko round. thank goddess all our lovely protectionists are still in. and miss kai actually played 4 minutes against england. that's a total match time of 5 minutes. well at least our pleads were heard =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for both our teams there will be two more games, whatever happens. ok, get ready for the new ifs. germany will play norway on wednesday, we will hopefully win and enter the final. so lets hope the us girls will beat brazil, so we meet in the finals. i am sorry you'll become vice champion, but you know, we'll win the tournament ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lets hope brazil gets one goal, because the brazilian girls have the tendncy to take their jerseys off, when they score ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst case if brazil beats you, you can still beat norway and make the third place. what??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA meet in the game for third place HAHAHAHAHAHA that's a nice one *whiping her tears of *sigh, that really was a good one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8297721163744958478?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8297721163744958478/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8297721163744958478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8297721163744958478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8297721163744958478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/damnit-i-am-so-sorry-i-somehow-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvgWVIHDGqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dOvrx2OGVcs/s72-c/ko.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7806056304123689862</id><published>2007-09-19T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:11:23.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvGEDX0384I/AAAAAAAAAMI/EuXUYSWbb4Q/s1600-h/wipha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvGEDX0384I/AAAAAAAAAMI/EuXUYSWbb4Q/s200/wipha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112012245512483714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU CAN LEARN DURING THE WORLDCUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: meteorologie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i want to introduce you to wipha, it is the tropical cyclone that causes the fact that today was no game played in china, and seriously who would run  over a meadow in shorts in conditions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvGD8X0383I/AAAAAAAAAMA/m8H0u1HDSQQ/s1600-h/shanghai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvGD8X0383I/AAAAAAAAAMA/m8H0u1HDSQQ/s200/shanghai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112012125253399410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to the educational part... wipha is a typhoon, not to mix up with a hurricane.  and in english it is even more confusing, because a winter gale is called hurricane too. but the difference is, that a winter gale is born when cold air from the north pole meets warm air from the south and the passing of the two different airthings causes circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tropical cyclones like "real" hurricanes and typhoons are born over heated water in the - surprise - tropical area and the circulation is caused by earthrotation ... well somehow, i couldn't find the translation for corilsion, so i can't explain better, sorry ... anyway, wipha is a typhoon, it circulates over china at the moment and the games will be played tomorrow ... hopefully &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghana and new zealand are definitely out of the tournament and brazil is definitely in the quarterfinal (well IF denmark beats them 6:0 AND china beats new zealand 7:0 they're out, but ... come on!!!!) denmark can only make it when they beat brazil, so i think china would be the other candidate for the quarterfinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much more fun in group c. australia on first place with 4 points and 5 :2 goals, secon is norway - also 4 points but only 3:2 goals and with 3 points on third place canada with also 5:2 goals. so norway beating ghana is a settled game, but the devil is a squirrel ;D. so whoever wins in the game canada vs australia will be in the quarterfinal. if canada wins, norway will be first and australia out. and if australia wins they will be first and canada will be out. well honestly i will be very happy when we are in the k.o. rounds and all this guessing is over =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i also found out that the scale that measures windspeed is named by the british admiral francis beaufort ... and to be a hurricane, or typhoon or winter gale it has to reach at least 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i learned a lot today =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7806056304123689862?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7806056304123689862/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7806056304123689862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7806056304123689862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7806056304123689862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-you-can-learn-during-worldcup.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvGEDX0384I/AAAAAAAAAMI/EuXUYSWbb4Q/s72-c/wipha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8949869879072810614</id><published>2007-09-18T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:38:47.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvAmR88JWCI/AAAAAAAAALw/CiIbNTh5eEo/s1600-h/75355027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvAmR88JWCI/AAAAAAAAALw/CiIbNTh5eEo/s200/75355027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111627666923542562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WINNERS CAN LOOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor swedish girls! they fought like tigers. made an early goal. get one and fought until they shoot another goal. so they won the game against korea but lost, because of the worse difference of goals. a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will not see cute swedish girls in the quarterfinal. high time to send loads of begging letters to the us coach. where is the nicely tattooed miss kai? she played one minute in the whole tournament yet ... i mean ... hello???? support your european voyeur and let her play ;D there is a chance in the game against england. yes, the us girls became first in group b as the oracle formerly known as the ministress told you =D I WANT MISS KAI!!! let her play ... pleeeeeeeeease!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there was something else that was freaking me out today. i accidently watched childrens television this morning and saw a commercial for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvAmZ88JWDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pC8LVVxg3bM/s1600-h/produktbild_gross.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvAmZ88JWDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pC8LVVxg3bM/s200/produktbild_gross.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111627804362496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what comes next? selling nightsight videocameras to four year olds so they can produce their own porn?? TSK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8949869879072810614?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8949869879072810614/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8949869879072810614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8949869879072810614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8949869879072810614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/even-winners-can-loose-poor-swedish.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RvAmR88JWCI/AAAAAAAAALw/CiIbNTh5eEo/s72-c/75355027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2441550099930304115</id><published>2007-09-17T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:40:48.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ru7KYc8JWBI/AAAAAAAAALo/EuwHEvRIhGs/s1600-h/200018842-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ru7KYc8JWBI/AAAAAAAAALo/EuwHEvRIhGs/s200/200018842-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111245148546226194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry, but i was a bit too fast with the coinflipping. today i found out, that before they flip coins, fairplay rules. isn't that sweet?? so the us girls have a little advantage because they have just one yellow card and the korean girls have two. for all who aren't familiar with the card system: when a player performs an evil foul, she gets a yellow card. it is kind of a warning. when she gets another yellow card in the game the referee will show her the red one too and she is send off the field. plus she will not be allowed to play the next match. also if a player gets two yellow cards in two different games she will be barred from the next game. &lt;br /&gt;so usa is one card ahead. and the swedes really want to win against korea. so probably the us girls will be first in their group (lets just hope they will not loose against nigeria) and we will not meet in the quarterfinal. so we don't have to kick you out, because TADAAH germany finished the first round as groupwinner (who told you so ... =D you are so right) we beat japan 2:0 today, and because england won over argentina 6:1 (yay, argentina finally scored!!! and they scored with one girl less, because one player had to leave the field after been shown the second yellow card, double yay (not because of the foul, because of scoring short-handed silly)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the us girls will probably meet england in the next round =D tea party =D and we'll get korea or sweden ... i cross my fingers for the swedes, just visual reasons ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2441550099930304115?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2441550099930304115/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2441550099930304115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2441550099930304115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2441550099930304115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/correction-i-am-sorry-but-i-was-bit-too.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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group a and b played, that means 4 games today. start with the boring stuff, germany dared to make a goal- and tensionfree draw against england. i don't know if they are bored after the 11 goals against argentina, me was after the game ... and japan won over the poor argentinians 1:0 so japan is on second place in our group. so if they beat us (HAHAHAHAHAHA) and england will win over argentina (what could happen, i mean think of the falkland crisis) we are out of the tournament ...YIKES!!! ... but probably we'll win and end on first place and the english girls should be able to beat argentina (come on, lets be honest, they are the tournament victims, canonfood) so they'll be second with 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much more interesting are things in group b where korea still leads just by alphabetical order ... you might remember? they had draws in these group. today the us girls won over sweden with 2:0 so they have 4 points now, 4 goals shot and 2 goals taken. unfourtunately the korean team won 2:0 over nigeria too, so they also have 4 points, 4 goals shot and two goals taken. the question is now, how will they play against their last group oponent... regularly the decision is made by points. a victory is worth 3 points, a draw 1. so if both teams win they are even in points. then the decision will be made by difference of goals, if they both win with the same result (for example 2:0) this will be even too, then the decision is made by how the teams played against each other, what is also even because of the draw. but a decision must be made because the first of the groups gets an advantage by playing against the probably less good second of another group. so they probably will flip coins ... in a worldcup ... they better decide in on the field. and hopefully the us girls will end as first because otherwise we'll be your oponent in the quarterfinals and have to kick you out. sorry, not my fault, it's just a game, but hey, we'll become worldchampions, no question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just for the record, miss wambachs head isdefinitely better, because she shot both goals (one by penalty) and our deliciously tattoed mis kai wasn't on field at all ... maybeshe would have shot the third goal and what would have made this group less complicated. *sigh ... anyway, i hope you got the conflict, i know it is complicated, if you didn't get it, mail me ... i'll draw a scheme ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-1014456258320545571?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/1014456258320545571/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=1014456258320545571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1014456258320545571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1014456258320545571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/power-of-alphabet-busy-day-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RurKgc8JWAI/AAAAAAAAALg/N91mULEoL2s/s72-c/200561886-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5510369190591179600</id><published>2007-09-13T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:43:48.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTERNATIONAL AUTOMOBILE EXIBITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything works perfectly. i took the gamefree day at the wfwc to watch some cars. and there was a lot of stuff to watch. everything is very responsible these days. its all about taking care of the environment. every big seller who has a gassucker on stage has an hybridcar too and everything at the stages is blue (animated water) or green (so nature) or white (soooooooo innocent)&lt;br /&gt;the funnies moment was at the saab stage, where they had the 80ies version of the 900 ... surprizingly edgy but i loved this car. even though i liked the more rounded 60ies version better. my personal moment of disappointment was the citroen c6. it is officially the heiress of the goddess ds ... but it cannot keep up a single bit. i officially don't like it. i mean ... this is the original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rumdqc8JV8I/AAAAAAAAALA/ydOBivPUQec/s1600-h/71665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rumdqc8JV8I/AAAAAAAAALA/ydOBivPUQec/s200/71665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109788604877068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this should be better???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RumeQ88JV9I/AAAAAAAAALI/PRqyc_5xXGE/s1600-h/DSCN1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RumeQ88JV9I/AAAAAAAAALI/PRqyc_5xXGE/s200/DSCN1000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109789266302031826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RumenM8JV-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BccLKjnJPkU/s1600-h/DSCN1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RumenM8JV-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BccLKjnJPkU/s200/DSCN1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109789648554121186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the most evil part: the rear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RumfLc8JV_I/AAAAAAAAALY/PF0msM9fXBE/s1600-h/DSCN1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RumfLc8JV_I/AAAAAAAAALY/PF0msM9fXBE/s200/DSCN1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109790271324379122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least the mini show was great ... i hope you enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e833cdc2ad8ff15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5510369190591179600&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5510369190591179600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5510369190591179600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/international-automobile-exibition.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rumdqc8JV8I/AAAAAAAAALA/ydOBivPUQec/s72-c/71665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6616437622167337412</id><published>2007-09-12T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:44:52.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rug0Vs8JV7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/qxuUBBQEn-4/s1600-h/ful071109009_19069_full-lnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rug0Vs8JV7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/qxuUBBQEn-4/s200/ful071109009_19069_full-lnd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109391324697155506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PUSSY WORLDCUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello to the ministresses promised womans football worldcup post. to make two things absolutely clear: i will not use the evil s-word and i kindly ask you not to do it either *bambieyes ... thank you *smoochies &lt;br /&gt;and second (no silly that was not the s-word i was talking about *tsk) as you can see in the picture ... this game is serious (oh come on, the joke gets lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the first games are over. four groups, sixteen teams, and until now a load of goals. as i mentioned germany won against argentina 11:0 what makes us groupleader in group a because japan vs. england ended with a 2:2 draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group b, the us girls group, turns out as a killer group. korea played surprisingly good and the game against the us girls ended 2:2. nigeria (very good too) against sweden (excellent team) was a draw too and ended 1:1. this group will be VERRRRRRRRY interesting. korea is groupleader just because of alphabetical order ... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in group c (australia, ghana, kanada and norway) everything goes as expected. the favourites australia and norway won their games. but each team got one goal in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in group d china had a surprisingly hard time against danmark (those skandinavian teams are hard to beat) but finally won 3:2. brasil shot new zealand out with 5:0 and is groupleader now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna watch the games, i recommend fifa.com there is a link to the womans worldcup. next games will be on friday. we'll play against england, they'll be a decent oponent, not just a victim. and the us girls will have to fight sweden, i think this game will decide about who will make it into the next round. only two teams will pass and we have four favourites ... EXCITINGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope miss wambachs headaches will be gone then. next updates on friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssssssssssssssssssee you ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6616437622167337412?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6616437622167337412/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6616437622167337412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6616437622167337412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6616437622167337412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/pussy-worldcup-hello-to-ministresses.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rug0Vs8JV7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/qxuUBBQEn-4/s72-c/ful071109009_19069_full-lnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5838259677305929896</id><published>2007-09-11T07:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:07:57.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RuYpsj-eF1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gcQiyXOF5n8/s1600-h/200494564-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RuYpsj-eF1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gcQiyXOF5n8/s200/200494564-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108816672846649170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #35 - HA HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought it would take weeks again - right??? but nooooooooooooooooo, our little ministress took a deep breath, sat down on her cute bootie and just recorded this silly podcast. i mean, yes, i could have been sitting there, watching tv and feeling bad for my poor self because i am so tired and sucked out and my brain is all empty ... but then i thought, well, where do i need a brain for =D ... so i muted the tv, put the book aside and started recording ... yes, i am reading while i am watching tv, sometimes i listen to music too, and answering phonecalls and cook ... ok, when i'm on the phone i take the volume down, and it happened that i nearly burned the food, because of something fascinating in the tv ... what about you? do you concentrateon one thing after the other, or are you doing all things together?? not primary because you want to save time ... just because you can. i mean think of florence griffith joyner ... seven different sports in two days (carolina klüft for the youngsters ;D ) - oh that reminds me, tyson gay became 100m wordchampion, YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and the footballworldcup of the ladies started in china yesterday and the german team blew the argentinian girls away with 11:0. today the us girls will play against korea, but unfourtunately there will be no final between germany and the us, we might meet in the semifinal ... or in the next round when you allow sweden to beat you ;D i think i should report of the worldcup the next days, what do you think? .. what? no of course not. i would never forget the main plot, i am here for posting a podcast, silly =D i mean, what do you expect from someone who is exactlylike todays theme: &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/j9wlyj" target="_blank"&gt;multitasking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elvis presley- burning love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cher - shoop shoop song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;björk - it's oh so quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madonna - sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toni collette - jonny's lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliette &amp; the licks - mindful of daggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh her - run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.d. lang - hush sweet lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmin tabatabai - another sad song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte gainsborough - the songs we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda - schnauze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5838259677305929896?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5838259677305929896/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5838259677305929896&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5838259677305929896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5838259677305929896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/talks-35-ha-haaaaaaaaaaaa-you-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RuYpsj-eF1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gcQiyXOF5n8/s72-c/200494564-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6207342462190730481</id><published>2007-09-10T11:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:18:07.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A LITTLE TEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sweeties, i am slowly getting a grip on things. but the universe is working against me. besides i personally think a new job sucks you out for at least three month, until you found ot who is who, who is trustworthy, who should be avoided, who should be pampered, who should be yelled at ... i mean all that stuff you just need time to find out for, plus you have to figure out the rules by which the new company runs and stuff. i mean that sucks you out ... and now i am having fall. what mean less light, less warmth, less fun ... and with less communication with my dear pals that means all together a funny little autumn depression ... thank goddess there is still music to ligt things up. and the good thing is... whenever the universe closes the shutters, it opens a basementdoor somewhere ;D in my case it entertains me with this new band called panda, everything necessary to know about them you'll hopefully find out pretty soon in a new podcast =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take this as a tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M98Dn1Mafus"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M98Dn1Mafus" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh, i soooooooooo love that dirty berlin accent =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6207342462190730481?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6207342462190730481/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6207342462190730481&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6207342462190730481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6207342462190730481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-tease-ok-sweeties-i-am-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2269565246922667535</id><published>2007-08-26T09:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:47:31.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtExCD-eFzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AEVc_Bon7Sk/s1600-h/Lolla+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtExCD-eFzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AEVc_Bon7Sk/s200/Lolla+line.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102913764284307250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE AND KICKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my little possums, i am sorry that i was abscent these days, ok weeks, but i haven't forget you. aux contraire, i miss you like crazy, but things are so busy these days, i just can't find some time to blog ... actually i can't even find the time to comment ... and when we speak about being honest, i can't even find time to answer my mails and i am not happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for everyone who is interested in my little live, here is a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last days in the old job were very sweet. everyone was sad and said he will miss me like crazy ... that's nearly four weeks past and i am not sure they still know my name ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtEqTT-eFxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6_JN6tfz7no/s1600-h/rockin%27+the+shade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtEqTT-eFxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6_JN6tfz7no/s200/rockin%27+the+shade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102906364055656210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i made a huge jump over the big puddle of water and visited a dear kelkian ... the incredible uta =D, i would say we had a great time, what wasn't only because we were at lollapalooza and saw the amazing juliette lewis and the tiny little miss winehouse. and after my first trip to the us i have to say: wow, it is almost like home but HUGE =D oh, and a kind advice for flights to europe ... bring a woolhat, better a furcap for the airplane, they are trying to freeze your brains ... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtEwaj-eFyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9l2ZQ26L0a0/s1600-h/Aldi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtEwaj-eFyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9l2ZQ26L0a0/s200/Aldi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102913085679474466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a whole week, where i tried to get over the jetlag (you wouldn't believe how much crap they show on tv at 4 am) i started my new job. and actually i feel like i've been there for a whole month now (no it is still just a week) as far i like it very much. coworkers are nice and patient (i still know only half of the names) obviously my new boss announced me as the wonderwoman of advertisement, everyone said something like oh you're nico, i've heard of you ... well they smiled when they said it, so i assume he was talking about my job-skills and not about my biting-heads-off-skills ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of being mean ... i only missed three weeks of kickboxing, but it felt like i lost my whole shape. on tuesday i had first training and i was puffing like a  very old steamtrain ... but the coach says i should not stress myself. so i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because they track your online activities in the new job, and you are not allowed to check your private mails (they forgot to block my computer, i sent two mails, and i was blocked an hour later - they are serious!!!) i am afraid my blogging habbits will change ... i am thinking about switching to a podcast on the weekend to explain the whole week ... but probably i can just go back to regular blogs during the week as soon as i got a grip on the new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i count on your patience sweeties, and be sure that i miss you all like crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST GAYEST HUGS YOU EVER GOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way ... don't forget to watch the track and field worldcup ... i support the sprinter tyson gay - i think the reason is obvious ;D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtExxD-eF0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/C1trZFqcH7o/s1600-h/BXMediaOne163186file.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtExxD-eF0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/C1trZFqcH7o/s200/BXMediaOne163186file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102914571738158914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2269565246922667535?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2269565246922667535/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2269565246922667535&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2269565246922667535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2269565246922667535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/08/alive-and-kicking-ok-my-little-possums.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RtExCD-eFzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AEVc_Bon7Sk/s72-c/Lolla+line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-421830957994146716</id><published>2007-08-16T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:30:04.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE KING IS DEAD&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE THE KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a tribute today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWWVwDL9wKs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWWVwDL9wKs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-421830957994146716?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/421830957994146716/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=421830957994146716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/421830957994146716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/421830957994146716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/08/king-is-dead-long-live-king-we-need.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7660320688516841796</id><published>2007-07-26T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:42:25.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new favourite band =D ... on monday i sent my coworkers the funny video i posted, and today i got this in return .... i wonder why ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/poBPu8quCkk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/poBPu8quCkk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as far as i listened to their album, it is great ... i HIGHLY recommend to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, they are called "gossip" by the way ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7660320688516841796?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7660320688516841796/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7660320688516841796&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7660320688516841796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7660320688516841796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-i-have-new-favourite-band-d.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-4062335402596165121</id><published>2007-07-23T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:48:05.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RqR37vfmLNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/N4lA6U7MFvw/s1600-h/200201406-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RqR37vfmLNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/N4lA6U7MFvw/s200/200201406-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090325347080482002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my harry potter copy arrived ... i could insert a yay here if i haven't watched a bit of austrian news on saturday around noon ... NOON!!! 11 hours after the selling of the book officially started!!! and they gave away the ending!!! i mean, what kind of journalism is that? i a m thinking about sueing them *pout ...but for the moment i try to hide this horrible information from the active part of my brain until i read it myself and try to think about happier things, like me going to lollapalooza =D and seeing (besides a fellow kelkian) juliette lewis, amy winehouse and IGGY POP!!!! that's something to light a day up hah? and if this is not enough, take this .... a very nice idea for a video i think, the music isn't this great but i am totally in love with the video =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day possums, big gay hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo_QVq2lGMs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo_QVq2lGMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-4062335402596165121?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/4062335402596165121/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=4062335402596165121&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4062335402596165121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4062335402596165121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RqR37vfmLNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/N4lA6U7MFvw/s72-c/200201406-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-719491507126636985</id><published>2007-07-19T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:51:46.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rp8hUTf3_GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rk5JdXF6O_w/s1600-h/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rp8hUTf3_GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rk5JdXF6O_w/s200/bruce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088822736667016290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #34 - STAY AWAY FROM OPEN WINDOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on constant request of one single person here it is: the madrid podcast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not, this horrible bruise i got on the very first morning - can you believe, that i waited three days for a bruise i got from kicking a punchingbag this hard that i thought my leg will fall off, and you saw it, it was ridiculous, and then i just had a look out the window to check the weather and got this??? ok, i drew a little line around it, but i had to do something about it, people are looking at me like they could hardly hold themselfs back from saving me from my abusive husband ... anyway, meeting the girls and celebrating pride with them was one of the best things that happened this year. (well... there is an upcoming event that might top it, but this will be discussed in a differet podcast ;D ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... anyway, fact is, i finally got my lazy ass up and did this podcast, that might explain why i had this much fun =D i might have nearly lost an arm. but meeting this fantabulous bunch of pink ninjas was absolutely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is NOT a proposal, this is just my silly little podcast of  &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/undpz6" target="_blank"&gt;europride&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists and participants in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina hagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kosheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrorpops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francesca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special guest: ainara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p!nk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i just don't want to spoil you, complete songlist will be send on request ;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-719491507126636985?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/719491507126636985/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=719491507126636985&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/719491507126636985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/719491507126636985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/07/talks-34-stay-away-from-open-windows-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rp8hUTf3_GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rk5JdXF6O_w/s72-c/bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6129746605019115757</id><published>2007-07-18T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:23:54.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, YES, YES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am a lazy ass, and i know i promissed a podcast and i will try and sat myself down and do it tonight ... ok? forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i found this REALLY silly video from bonde do role =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kgb6FxuaPQA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kgb6FxuaPQA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6129746605019115757?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6129746605019115757/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6129746605019115757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6129746605019115757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6129746605019115757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-3798785863653944073</id><published>2007-07-02T12:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:33:00.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MADRID EUROPRIDE 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RojQ53m14FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZYv23Pt271o/s1600-h/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RojQ53m14FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZYv23Pt271o/s400/DSCN0943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082541872085590098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a blast!!! it was such a blast!!! i am still high of all this gayetty ... 2 million people dancing in the streets. most of them half naked ... unfortunately most of them boys ;D ... we had gay weather, we had gay atmosphere, we had claras (who, if you believe the sayings fuck with heidi all the time) we had a great time. oh we had a hotelroom that we nearly not used except of showering every once in a while. we met wonderful kelkians, crazy italians, dutch duracell bunnies (energizer for our overseas friends) we danced in the streets until four in the morning (ok, some of us came home with coffee and croissants at seven - very brave, very brave!!) &lt;br /&gt;thank you madrid&lt;br /&gt;thank you kelkians&lt;br /&gt;i had a wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if someone could send me that song i will be the happiest little pink ninja on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is: bikinitime in stockholm 2008 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RojTjXm14GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DseQKZQFtcU/s1600-h/DSCN0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RojTjXm14GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DseQKZQFtcU/s200/DSCN0951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082544784073416802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-3798785863653944073?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/3798785863653944073/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=3798785863653944073&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3798785863653944073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3798785863653944073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/07/madrid-europride-2007-it-was-blast-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RojQ53m14FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZYv23Pt271o/s72-c/DSCN0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-667365546796782574</id><published>2007-06-22T11:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:02:02.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnucR-JLtYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yFbE357zSAM/s1600-h/200331315-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnucR-JLtYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yFbE357zSAM/s200/200331315-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078824837343589762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #33 - HOT &amp; WET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 21st - official start of summer and official recording day of this ultimate summerpodcast. and because it was - OF COURSE - raining yesterday this soundtrack for your summer is called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/9db2vd" target="_blank"&gt;under water&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer fun - the barracudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila l'ete - les negresse vertes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summertime - janis joplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer in the city - regina spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some like it hot - the power station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;san berdoo sunburn - eagles of death metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning - the whitest boy alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer nights - olivia newton-john &amp; john travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer holiday &amp; me - the jessica fletchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer wine - ville vallo &amp; natalia avelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ein sommer nur für mich - die ärzte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-667365546796782574?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/667365546796782574/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=667365546796782574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/667365546796782574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/667365546796782574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/talks-33-hot-wet-june-21st-official.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnucR-JLtYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yFbE357zSAM/s72-c/200331315-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8546260397777347731</id><published>2007-06-20T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:51:52.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnkeR-JLtWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8_uAbhIXprg/s1600-h/IMG266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnkeR-JLtWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8_uAbhIXprg/s200/IMG266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123348925068642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY WET T-SHIRT CONTESTANTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but i have to share this. this is how my shirt looked yesterday after training. i lost at least a liter of water. it was evil, first we were three people. what was good, because i had two turns to try and catch my breath. but then one of the guys had to go. and it became really funny. you know this point where you enter the "tunnel"? i was there three times. just wondering if i will faint now or throw up. i was glad that i had this in front of a punching bag, because years ago when i reached this spot during handball or football trainings i fell flat on my face out of topspeed running ... that's what i call fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't faint and i didn't threw up. i just saw some funny little stars and sweated my cute little ass of ... yes, ok, next time i'll post a pic of my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know who finally showed up? - right! - bruce ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnkeduJLtXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/23xj75btKs0/s1600-h/bruce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnkeduJLtXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/23xj75btKs0/s200/bruce.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123550788531570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: frank sinatra&lt;br /&gt;song: i get a kick out of you&lt;br /&gt;album: the very best of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my story is much too sad to be told,&lt;br /&gt;but practically everything leaves me totally cold.&lt;br /&gt;the exception i know is the case&lt;br /&gt;when i'm out on a quiet spree,&lt;br /&gt;fighting vainly the old ennui,&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get no kick from champagne.&lt;br /&gt;mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why should it be true&lt;br /&gt;that i get a kick out of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some, they may go for cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that if i took even one sniff&lt;br /&gt;it would bore me terrifically, too.&lt;br /&gt;yet i get a kick out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a kick every time i see&lt;br /&gt;you standing there before me.&lt;br /&gt;i get a kick though it's clear to see&lt;br /&gt;you obviously do not adore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get no kick in a plane.&lt;br /&gt;flying too high with some gal in the sky&lt;br /&gt;is my idea of nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;yet i get a kick - um you give me a boot - i get a kick out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8546260397777347731?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8546260397777347731/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8546260397777347731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8546260397777347731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8546260397777347731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/any-wet-t-shirt-contestants-sorry-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnkeR-JLtWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8_uAbhIXprg/s72-c/IMG266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2384053963145523973</id><published>2007-06-15T07:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:39:11.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnIn1OJLtVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wyxP4iZkS6c/s1600-h/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnIn1OJLtVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wyxP4iZkS6c/s200/brain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076163525283132754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #32 - TOOOOOOOO HOTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry, but my head is a giant fuzzball ... or a sifter ... or on vacation somewhere out of my head ... whatever it is, it causes forgetting things. for example: i told you all week about bruises, and a kickboxlesson on friday ... i should have told you about other 5-year-olds, cake and lemonade. well at least i hope, i can grab a beer somewhere ;D because i forgot i have to go to a birthdayparty. of a five-year-old, who was on my birthday and EXPLICITELY invited me ... so there will be no kickboxing tonight. but hey, maybe i'll get some bruises at playing football ;D (the european one)&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget that? the reason must be, because it is so freaking hot these days. subtropical temperatures, freaking humidity, in one word no wonder i forget everything under these circumstances ...&lt;br /&gt;and because my mic works again (another too hott story, that will be explained) i made a little podcast, so i hope you can forgive me and probably might understand how i feel over here ... in this damn sauna ... hmmmmmmmmmmmm, and you are luckyfunguses, because i forgot finland too. so what you get today is NOT the sound of the dark depressed country of pudgy men, that are afraid of sunlight ... no you will get hot chicks in ridiculous tiny swimsuits, wearing feathers and shake their delicious booties like they are lacking an essential bone in their spine ... you will get &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zrq6ku" target="_blank"&gt;braziu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rio - duran duran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brazilian sun - cocorosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segredo - katia b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samba de minha namoradinho - calin with fantastic plastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais que nada - segio mendes &amp; brasil '66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pussy - brazilian girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solta o frango - bode do role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alala - css&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ratamahatta - sepultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl from ipanema - astrud &amp; joao gilberto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2384053963145523973?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2384053963145523973/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2384053963145523973&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2384053963145523973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2384053963145523973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/talks-32-toooooooo-hott-i-am-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnIn1OJLtVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wyxP4iZkS6c/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-4638343584640793236</id><published>2007-06-14T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:03:17.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnE8k-JLtUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ofJFmRR-Y5c/s1600-h/DSCN0901a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RnE8k-JLtUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ofJFmRR-Y5c/s200/DSCN0901a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075904860877731138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you see, you can see nothing. this darn bruise just disappeared. i am really really disapointed. so i HAVE to get a real one tomorrow. and that one better gets really black *pout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that lights up my mood today is the birthday of our dear edilma. in honour of our hot latina - who turns 25 today, YAY!!!! i HAVE TO share my favourite shakira video with you ... damn i like dirty girls ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rm-8C-JLtTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/70k7lpCeKys/s1600-h/fauscht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rm-8C-JLtTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/70k7lpCeKys/s200/fauscht.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075482064297112882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BRUISEDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min asked for a kickbox update ... here it is ;D after being a musclecat-suffering pussy last friday i went again yesterday. it was great. i sweated this much that i had to put a towel under my knees for doing the sissy pushups, because i slid over the floor like nothing good. and i had fun. my kicks are getting better ... and harder ... and i switched from kicking with my instep to kicking with my shin, what hurts but is more effective. anyway, i will post the pic of my heroic bruise tomorrow, because then i think it will be perfectly blue. if it stays this red i will get a new one on friday ;D (bruise, not shin silly)&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the coach said i'll be a great puncher ... what leads to harder punches on my side and a slightly injured joint of my poor poor little finger. call me weird but i feel kind of proud about my bruises =D&lt;br /&gt;oh and we ropeskipped ... i need practice! and i need bandages, to protect my wrists and knuckles, my own gloves (because the public ones smell like feet) a decent skipping rope and a nice thaibox pant, those are cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because german black eyes are blue (and german bruises are called blue spots) the song of the day is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: eurythmics&lt;br /&gt;song: cool blue&lt;br /&gt;album: touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue - the colour suits you&lt;br /&gt;cool blue&lt;br /&gt;how will you stay this way for ever?&lt;br /&gt;blue again&lt;br /&gt;it's a lasting chill&lt;br /&gt;to keep you cold as winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i forget you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;how can i forget you baby?&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna give you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue - the colour fools you&lt;br /&gt;cool blue&lt;br /&gt;i'll never stay this way for ever&lt;br /&gt;blue again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how could she fall for a boy like that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-4577659806212265051?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/4577659806212265051/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=4577659806212265051&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4577659806212265051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4577659806212265051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-bruiseday-min-asked-for-kickbox.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rm-8C-JLtTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/70k7lpCeKys/s72-c/fauscht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2021275508990832375</id><published>2007-06-08T14:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:06:21.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmlKeuJLtSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k6qWL9Xm6a8/s1600-h/wuerfel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmlKeuJLtSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k6qWL9Xm6a8/s200/wuerfel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073668346852652322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARDIANS OF THE CUBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a very gay and very explicit comicbook and not what i want to talk about today. i wanna talk about ankle injuries. no not mine, my injuries are still sore muscles, what we call a musclecat over here. and i think i will skip todays kickbox lesson, to prevent to pull them. i am talking about the backsides of my thighs here, which hurt like nothing good. who invented stairs by the way??? today i would say that walking in general is completely overrated!! &lt;br /&gt;but i am drifting off again. ANKLE INJURIES is a song by fujiya &amp; miyagi, that was used on a nice jaguar commercial. and yesterday evening between two ridiculously annoying ringtone commercials mtv aired the video of this song. and i love it. i love it so much that i HAVE to share it. with you my dear friends. i hope you'll have an extraordinairie nice weekend. and here is the wonderful video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big gay hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5XVeENmLMk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5XVeENmLMk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2021275508990832375?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2021275508990832375/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2021275508990832375&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2021275508990832375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2021275508990832375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/guardians-of-cube-thats-very-gay-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmlKeuJLtSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k6qWL9Xm6a8/s72-c/wuerfel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5684632574834797762</id><published>2007-06-06T14:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:33:02.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmamjuJLtRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DHZCB4EPgkg/s1600-h/katze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmamjuJLtRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DHZCB4EPgkg/s200/katze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072925162891621650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTCH, OUTCH, OUTCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i haven't broken my hands. but i have a musclecat. it isn't as bad as i expected, but it is there. and it is wandering. but first to the cause of the handicap. my first kickboxlesson. it was fun. i think it is more fun than it's good for me. i'll have to watch out otherwise i'll hurt myself ;D so i learned to jab with my left hand. (yes i am a rightie) and punch with my right one. besides that i learned i have a coordination like a dead pig. i just cannot keep my fists up, my shoulders down, chin back, duck a bit, stand on the balls of my feet and all that at the same time ... i mean even the position of the thumbs is complicated. outside, or you'll break them. and not to far up, or you will poke someone in the eye ... if that would matter when you hit his face!!! anyway, we didn't fight. the only fight i fought was against my funny bones, that refuse to do the things i want them to do. but it was great. i sweated my little ass off ... the one that will become even nicer in no time because of this kicking. i mean you lift you leg, hold it there, and kick 50 times. after 35 it feels like someone is putting a knife into your cheek. have i mentioned i had to do it 3 times, with each leg? this christmas someone will need no nutcracker ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway ... i loved it. even though i am not satisfied with my performance and i have to learn really fast to twist my foot during kicking, otherwise i will break my knee. next lesson will be on friday. up to then i will do a bit shadowboxing to get myself better coordinated .... hmmmmmm, who would have expected it would have this much in common with dancing? oh, speaking of training in front of a mirror. you sweat like hell in that course. here is my advice. choose your trousers wisely. don't wear anything that darkens when it gets wet. light grey is evil, when you have to  concentrate on 7ooo different things and suddenly realise that you look like you have peed your pants. i think i have to get myself some equipement ... YAY! i LOVE equipement =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though it isn't this bad, the song of today is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: skunk anansie&lt;br /&gt;song: twisted (everyday hurts)&lt;br /&gt;album: stoosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried on my blood day  &lt;br /&gt;there was nothing that i could hold on to &lt;br /&gt;just a line could have helped &lt;br /&gt;remind me of you, of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screamed till the blood came &lt;br /&gt;i was living in a cloud of hope &lt;br /&gt;lover's kiss, &lt;br /&gt;then they mak a wish to the end,  &lt;br /&gt;they pretend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everyday hurts a little more, &lt;br /&gt;and everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;and i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;yes i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;to belong, to be strong &lt;br /&gt;to say there's nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;'cos everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;and i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;yes i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;to belong, to be strong &lt;br /&gt;to say there's nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday hurts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried to the sunlight &lt;br /&gt;would i fake all the times i loved you &lt;br /&gt;just a play in game &lt;br /&gt;i twistedwith you, with you &lt;br /&gt;i need to believe you &lt;br /&gt;sacrificed all the lies we made up &lt;br /&gt;how we kissed &lt;br /&gt;then we made our wish to the end &lt;br /&gt;to the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everyday hurts a little more, &lt;br /&gt;and everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;and i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;yes i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;to belong, to be strong &lt;br /&gt;to say there's nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;'cos everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;and i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;yes i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;to belong, to be strong &lt;br /&gt;to say there's nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday hurts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time made me confide in you &lt;br /&gt;so contrived were the words you sold me &lt;br /&gt;now nothing can swallow &lt;br /&gt;the feeling so shallow inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everyday hurts a little more, &lt;br /&gt;and everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;and i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;yes i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;to belong, to be strong &lt;br /&gt;to say there's nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;'cos everyday hurts a little more &lt;br /&gt;and i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;yes i'll do anything &lt;br /&gt;to belong, to be strong &lt;br /&gt;to say there's nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5684632574834797762?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5684632574834797762/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5684632574834797762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5684632574834797762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5684632574834797762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/outch-outch-outch-ok-i-havent-broken-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmamjuJLtRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DHZCB4EPgkg/s72-c/katze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-4048761417678394057</id><published>2007-06-05T11:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:21:20.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmUzYeJLtQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aHNzgY_E6C4/s1600-h/boxen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RmUzYeJLtQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aHNzgY_E6C4/s200/boxen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072517050804188418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on my desk all day isn't good for me. it feels like i have lots of energy, that is completely useless. so it feels like it stores up in there. and now i feel like i am going to burst. i tried a lot of things to get rid of it. but honestly, this working thing eats up a big part of my day. and this little bit of running doesn't help. neither does the funny bike riding. so i decided that i should try something new. and this new thing will be boxing ... well accidently it's kickboxing because my dear coworker tricked me into  this. talking about boxing all the time, making me interested and then AFTER i said i will go with him, he mentioned the kicks. we'll see what happens ... and i really don't want to think about HOW long it is ago, that i last ropeskipped ... we'll see what will happen. tonight is my first lesson and i am excited. i'll report tomorrow if i don't break my hands ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day all of you, and take care ... i'm getting more dangerous every day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: the distillers&lt;br /&gt;song: beat your heart out&lt;br /&gt;album: coral fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let alone to rest alone,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you’re making me.&lt;br /&gt;i had to run the damage is done,&lt;br /&gt;i give it up, i give it up.&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left so take the rest,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you’re draining me.&lt;br /&gt;i set it alight it burns so bright,&lt;br /&gt;stab it out, stab it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster. i know.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to run the damage is done, &lt;br /&gt;i give it up, i give it up.&lt;br /&gt;i had to go it got control,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you’re breaking me.&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left so take the rest,&lt;br /&gt;stab it out, stab it out.&lt;br /&gt;i set it alight it burns so bright,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you’re draining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster. i know.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know that it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let alone to rest alone.&lt;br /&gt;let alone to rest alone.&lt;br /&gt;let alone to rest alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left so take the rest.&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left so take the rest.&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left so take the rest.&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left so take the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;baby, you make my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let alone…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-4048761417678394057?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/4048761417678394057/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=4048761417678394057&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4048761417678394057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4048761417678394057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-it-out-sitting-on-my-desk-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHAIN OF PORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think it is a downward spiral of sex, drugs and depression. but it's not. you just need two freaky brains and you end up in sesamestreet. &lt;br /&gt;so, this happened last weekend:&lt;br /&gt;on my usual trip through the internet i of course visited slogreenx' blog, where missy green was so kind to post a link to another blog that linked to a video on youporn.com. i was surprised that youporn exists. well the little movie was nice, but not THIS pornographic as i am used to - you remember? i live in europe. and i work in the redlight district. and i own the golden dr. müller membercart. - ok the last one was a lie, but anyway. i wasn't this impressed. but then someone made me scroll down and i saw that there were 98 more movies about this kind of content ... well girl on girl action. (oh, if you are looking for that, don't watch "lesbian fisting" i have no idea how THAT fits in there. i highly recommend to DON'T watch that!) anyway. after spreading the news of this movie, i received a song in exchange, from a musical called avenue q, titled: the internet is for porn. and the actors are puppets. you can find that on youTUBE if you like ... don't try youPORN it isn't there. and talking about the monsters, we of course ended up in sesamestreet.&lt;br /&gt;so here we are, from porn via music to sesamestreet ... and that leads to some really important questions ... so, what's your favourite sesamestreet character? who was your favourite muppet? and did you like the fraggles? my favourite fraggle was BOOBer ... and *schwupps* we are back at porn ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day &lt;br /&gt;artist: avenue q cast&lt;br /&gt;song: the internet is for porn&lt;br /&gt;album: avenue q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE &lt;br /&gt; The internet is really really great &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE MONSTER&lt;br /&gt; For porn&lt;br /&gt; KATE &lt;br /&gt; I’ve got a fast connection so i don’t have to wait &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE &lt;br /&gt; For porn&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Huh? &lt;br /&gt; There's always some new site, &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; For porn!&lt;br /&gt; I browse all day and night &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; For porn!&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; It's like i’m surfing at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; For porn!&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Trekkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn &lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Trekkie!&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn, &lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; What are you doing!?&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Why you think the net was born?&lt;br /&gt; Porn porn porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Treee—kkie!&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Oh hello kate monster&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; You are ruining my song&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Oh me sorry, me no mean to&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Well if you wouldnt mind please being quiet for a minute so i can finish?&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Me no talkie&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m glad we have this new technology&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; For porn&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Which gives us untold opportunity&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; For por—oops, sorry&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Right from you own desktop&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; For ---&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; You can research browse and shop&lt;br /&gt; Until you’ve had enough and your ready to stop&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; FOR PORN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trekkie!&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn!&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Noooo&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; The internet if for porn!&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Trekkie&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Me up all night honking me horn to porn, porn, porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; That’s gross you’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Ah, sticks and stones Kate monster&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; NO really, you're a pervert&lt;br /&gt; Normal people don’t sit at home and look &lt;br /&gt; At porn on the internet&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Ohhhh?&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; What?!&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; You have no idea&lt;br /&gt; Ready normal people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NORMAL PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt; Ready--- ready ----ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Let me hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS&lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn!&lt;br /&gt; PRINCETON &lt;br /&gt; Sorry kate&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn!&lt;br /&gt; PRINCETON&lt;br /&gt; I masturbate!&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS&lt;br /&gt; All these guys unzip their flies &lt;br /&gt; For porn, porn, porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; The internet is not for porn!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS&lt;br /&gt; PORN!, PORN, P---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; HOLD ON A SECOND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now i know for a fact that you, Rob, check your portfolio and trade stocks online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ROB&lt;br /&gt; That’s correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; And Brian, you buy things on Amazon.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BRIAN&lt;br /&gt; Sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; And Gary, you keep selling your possesions on Ebay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GARY&lt;br /&gt; Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; And Princeton, you sent me that sweet online birthday card &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PRINCETON&lt;br /&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; Oh, but Kate- &lt;br /&gt; What you think he do . . .after? hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PRINCETON &lt;br /&gt; . .yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KATE &lt;br /&gt; EEEWWWWW! &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn! &lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; Gross!&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; The internet is for porn!&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; I hate porn&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; Grab your dick and double click&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; I hate you men! &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; For porn, porn, porn!&lt;br /&gt; (harmonizing) porn, porn, porn, porn&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; I’m leaving! &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; Porn, porn, porn, porn&lt;br /&gt; porn, porn, porn, porn&lt;br /&gt; KATE&lt;br /&gt; I hate the internet! &lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND GUYS &lt;br /&gt; Porn, porn, porn, porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE&lt;br /&gt; The internet is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND SOME &lt;br /&gt; The internet is for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE AND ALL&lt;br /&gt; The internet is for PORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TREKKIE &lt;br /&gt; YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-9097668364875245129?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/9097668364875245129/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=9097668364875245129&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/9097668364875245129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/9097668364875245129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/06/chain-of-porn-you-might-think-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069939433382320402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM WITH GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i am reaching an age now where it get's harder and harder to bend down and pick up the mess after the party. not to speak of the pounding in my head. and my weak stomach. and you know what ... finally, two months after the breakup i finally had a girl in my bed ;D mmmmmmmmm she was sooooooooooooooooooo cute ... ok nothing really happened ... besides she puked on me ... and fell asleep instantly ... and i think i saw her sucking some other girls nipples ... but i can't help it, i am totally in love with her ... *sigh, must be because she is just six months old ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a great time and a really nice party ... sad you couldn't be there too ... maybe next year????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: richard cheese&lt;br /&gt;song: fight for your right&lt;br /&gt;album: lounge against the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go &lt;br /&gt;you ask you mom, "please?" - but she still says, "no!"&lt;br /&gt;man, living at home is such a drag &lt;br /&gt;now your mom threw away your best porno mag (bust it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to fight for that right to party &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you have to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear &lt;br /&gt;i'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair &lt;br /&gt;your mom busted in and said, "what's that noise?" &lt;br /&gt;oh, mom you're just jealous - it's the beastie boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to fight for that right to party &lt;br /&gt;you have to fight for that right to party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8848997556449248026?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8848997556449248026/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8848997556449248026&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8848997556449248026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8848997556449248026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/05/problem-with-getting-older-actually-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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comicbooks since i was a kid. a funny desease i shared with my uncle who was neither the brother of my mother nore the brother of my dad. i wonder if these things are in your genes or if you just pick them up ... anyway, this uncle, a grown up man, loved comic books. and he shared them with me. i was fascinated by these books you could understand even though you weren't really able to read. they were so much fun. and i was totally aware of the different qualities of these books. i always had a faible for the french ones. i loved - and still love - goscinny and franquin (even though i still do not know hoe to pronounce that correctly) but while i am mostly fascinated of the story here, hergé totally got me with his style of drawing. the so called "ligne claire" and of course my favourite character is not smartypants tintin, i prefer the always grumpy, and very colourful cursing captain haddock. and i think he has a tiny little alcohol problem but who could invent something like "billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles" when he is sober???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays question is, did you read comic books when you were little? do you still read them? what was your favourite? what is? and if you do not read them anymore, what made you stop and do you miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was more than one question, but who cares =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all time favourite episode is number 17 explorers on the moon &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RlMKjY9_mPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z_TFdG4MUJY/s1600-h/200px-Tintin_cover_-_Explorers_on_the_Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RlMKjY9_mPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z_TFdG4MUJY/s200/200px-Tintin_cover_-_Explorers_on_the_Moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067405608836110578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course the song of today strikes twice. ligne claire and spacetravel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: the b-52's&lt;br /&gt;song: planet claire&lt;br /&gt;album: the b-52's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhahhahhahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came from planet claire&lt;br /&gt;i knew she came from there&lt;br /&gt;she drove a Plymouth Satellite&lt;br /&gt;faster than the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planet claire has pink air&lt;br /&gt;all the trees are red&lt;br /&gt;noone ever dies there&lt;br /&gt;noone has a head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhahhhahhahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say she's from mars&lt;br /&gt;or one of the seven stars&lt;br /&gt;that shine after 3:30 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;WELL SHE ISN'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8891143045707359256?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8891143045707359256/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8891143045707359256&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8891143045707359256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8891143045707359256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-herg-if-he-didnt-died-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RlMB5o9_mOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JDmGd2nG4wo/s72-c/herge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-592476059139930504</id><published>2007-05-15T11:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:18:32.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkmCb7hLtrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TGgjbHg1yZM/s1600-h/razor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkmCb7hLtrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TGgjbHg1yZM/s200/razor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064722672299783858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS SUICIDE THE NEW HOMOSEXUALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've learned that this year white is the new black. but more important is another question. the one above. what happened to my dear coworker last weekend was this. he met a girl in a club and after they talked for a while she suddenly said she will kill herself the next day.&lt;br /&gt;weird as we are, we of course started to ask ourselfes, if she wasn't interested in him, couldn't she simply say she is a lesbian? why did she say she is going to kill herself. he said it was definitely no attention seeking, it was more like "i have to clean the litterbox" now we ask ourselfes, was it just an attempt to get rid of him? in that case the mentioning of a full litterbox would have done too, but she couldn't know. anyway, he left, and as far as we followed the newspapers, there was no suicide this weekend. so obviously she lied, like most of the girls that tell guys they are lesbians to get rid of them. and i always wondered if guys fall for that? i mean they are trained by their porn, that "lesbians" always haven't met the right guy yet. so probably some girls found out, that this whole lesbian excuse gets often mistaken as an encouragement to proove the special skills the y-chromosome-owner has to offer. and keeping that in mind, it makes sense to switch from "i'm a lesbian" to "i'll kill myself tomorrow". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think ... or better what do you say, when a y-ie is flirting with you?&lt;br /&gt;and don't go for the two answers we already have, i want something new, something creative ... *sigh ... yes, if you have to you can be honest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day, here is the song for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: kosheen&lt;br /&gt;song: suicide&lt;br /&gt;album: resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slip 'n' slide&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are wide&lt;br /&gt;tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;you slip 'n' slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut tight&lt;br /&gt;slip 'n' slide&lt;br /&gt;read the line&lt;br /&gt;the underlined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down&lt;br /&gt;ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;time to find&lt;br /&gt;another ride&lt;br /&gt;another ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look right&lt;br /&gt;slip 'n' slide&lt;br /&gt;time flies&lt;br /&gt;you slip 'n' slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave now&lt;br /&gt;be left behind&lt;br /&gt;time to find&lt;br /&gt;another ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down&lt;br /&gt;ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;time to find&lt;br /&gt;another ride&lt;br /&gt;another ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop that rhythm and you unwind&lt;br /&gt;keep that feeling and you step in time&lt;br /&gt;all too pretty for a real life&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;br /&gt;suicide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-592476059139930504?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/592476059139930504/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=592476059139930504&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/592476059139930504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/592476059139930504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-suicide-new-homosexuality-ok-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkmCb7hLtrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TGgjbHg1yZM/s72-c/razor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5839603629791503405</id><published>2007-05-14T13:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:18:56.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkhO27hLtqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FsKG3-l18Ho/s1600-h/the+morning+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkhO27hLtqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FsKG3-l18Ho/s200/the+morning+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064384486574896802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN RULE THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was our title on saturday and as i told you we had no chance with this song. it is nice, it swings. this might be a bit extravagant in germany but it still is mediocre. the guy is mediocre looking, even though he tries by constantly wearing 50ies stuff. and this ridiculous hat!!!! anyway, it was nothing new, nothing innovative, nothing that entertained in any way. and now everyone howls about the big fat easter conspiracy. to me this sounds a bit like bad loosers. we didn't get enough points because we were mediocre. but how does our eurovision music industrie dares to say what is right and what is wrong music? what makes them the experts? 40 years of ralph siegel doctrine? it sucks. and now they are trying to change the rules, so that probably andorras vote who has only a few thousand citizens is not counting as much as the vote of france ... they discuss a lot about the eastern countries sharing their points. but i have to declare officially that it was right, that we lost. it wasn't correct, that serbia won, because their song was boring ... but they won. and it is sad that the western countries build up this east west conflict again. now with music. and the press is awful too. they write about betrayel, and all this nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the serbian song is a classical eurovision song, they participated for the first time , and they sang about a prayer. it had everything a songcontest song needs. slime, cornyness, sad eyes, and some beautiful backgroundsingers. so what? it won. and yes, serbia got twelve points from the countries bosnia-herzegovina, slovenia, montenegro and macedonia ... al countrie that belong to the former republic of jugoslavia before the war. and instead of being happy, that finally these countries find back together again through music, they lament. as if our little swinger would have got points from them!!!! ... this is silly. i wish these morons could take a defeat with dignity. i am deeply ashamed about my country and all the western countries that blow into this conspiracy horn because they were too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... ireland! someone should have told them it is not good to take novocaine before performing. england was simply hilarious. the correct reward for an act like that is corporal punishment, not points. and i don't know what we are whincing about we got zero points 29 times. and our highest scroe was 7 what we gained from austria and switzerland! isn't that neighbours help too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am happy to have found out that the ranking wouldn't be any different, even if the eastern countries hadn't voted at all ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wished that the ukraine had won ... that was something that you can call a lot of things but really not mediocre ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/awVHDMDAu0A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/awVHDMDAu0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE that song =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is silly listening!!! no sense just fun - YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5839603629791503405?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5839603629791503405/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5839603629791503405&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5839603629791503405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5839603629791503405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/05/women-rule-world-that-was-our-title-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkhO27hLtqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FsKG3-l18Ho/s72-c/the+morning+after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-1886757656057077400</id><published>2007-05-11T11:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:20:52.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkQyrbhLtpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/L4ewJO2ylTA/s1600-h/salzstange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkQyrbhLtpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/L4ewJO2ylTA/s200/salzstange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063227602773980818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS # 31 - THE GAYEST HOURS OF EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a week of absence i am back with a new podcast for my lovelies ... and we have a good reason: the eurovision songcontest that will be held on saturday. it is such a gay thing that it must be introduced to our dear overseas listeners =D &lt;br /&gt;this event has a huge reputation, it is -at least in germany- the connection between the world of the mothers and the world of the rainbow. so lets celebrate it as it should be, watching the show with all the other people all around europe, vote for turkye and don't forget your &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/g58xnl" target="_blank"&gt;pretzel sticks and bathrobes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grand prix eurovision - stereo total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mercie cherie - udo jürgens (austria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding-a-dong - teach-in (netherlands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waterloo - abba (sweden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diva - dana international (israel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ein bisschen frieden - nicole (germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dschinghis khan - dschinghis khan (germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait until tonight - max mutzke (germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild dances - ruslana (ukraine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardrock halleluja - lordi (finland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadde hadde dude da - stefan raab (germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++ NEWSFLASH+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dj bobo who was mentioned in this podcast, has failed at the qualification yesterday evening ... so there will be no undead in helsinki tomorrow ... you see, as dark as it may look, there's always hope ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-1886757656057077400?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/1886757656057077400/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=1886757656057077400&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1886757656057077400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1886757656057077400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/05/talks-31-gayest-hours-of-europe-after.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RkQyrbhLtpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/L4ewJO2ylTA/s72-c/salzstange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5905143164435357738</id><published>2007-05-04T10:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:54:29.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rjrs17hLtoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s1Jf9bzYNCo/s1600-h/grenze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rjrs17hLtoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s1Jf9bzYNCo/s200/grenze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060617542558267010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDESTRIANS ARE DANGEROUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides a tendency to make fun of the other tribemates the german tends to be accurate. which sometimes leads to almost-accidents ... what? yes, i know, you are expecting a podcast, but i am a lazy ass this week so don't bother me and let me go on ranting about the tribemates ... where was i? right, almost accident. i told you before about the sandals and socks disease ... there's another one called walking the line. i think it's because of all this accuracy we are forced to follow. so you cannot walk in the middle of the sidewalk, smiling and happy when you are a german. you have to search for a line which you can follow. which should be no problem, if not the bikeways are on the sidewalk seperated from the pedestrian ways by what? - correct, a line! i mean which evil masterbrain filed that plot? must have been a cardriver in hope we kill each other in no time. so what happened this morning was this: you remember the tour de france in 2003? when lance armstrongs handle bar got caught by a supporters plastic bag? and this whimp ullrich waited for him and armstrong slipped out of the clickpedals and nearly fell again and still beat ullrich? hilarious ... anyway, well what happened today was nearly the same, except i was going downhill instead of uphill, and there where no supporters just this one old lady, and the plastic bag was green not orange, and i didn't wore a yellow shirt and i only NEARLY got cought in the bag ... i am so glad i watched all these colt seavers series when i was little ;D ... but the thing is, this lovely granny tiptoed exactly ON the line that devides the grey bikeway from the pink pedestrianway ... tsk germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the song of the day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;song: south of the border&lt;br /&gt;album: life thru a lense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a freaky young lady&lt;br /&gt;name of cocaine katie&lt;br /&gt;she makes my temperature freeze&lt;br /&gt;she's got a blood red powder&lt;br /&gt;when she gives a shout&lt;br /&gt;she'll bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we were being clever &lt;br /&gt;playing god games forever&lt;br /&gt;she said she only meants to please&lt;br /&gt;but i'm someone's brother, &lt;br /&gt;got a father and a mother&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm going to have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;south of the border&lt;br /&gt;i think you oughta&lt;br /&gt;south of the border&lt;br /&gt;i think you oughta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos you know you're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;to a place where you can breathe&lt;br /&gt;and you know there's no reprieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be tears on leaving&lt;br /&gt;but there won't be no grieving&lt;br /&gt;'cos a city soon forgets&lt;br /&gt;to me it's magic &lt;br /&gt;to the landlord it's tragic&lt;br /&gt;he's got another room to let&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be the same old faces &lt;br /&gt;in the same old places&lt;br /&gt;where my youth was well misspent&lt;br /&gt;but i tow the line &lt;br /&gt;and move in time&lt;br /&gt;to a town called 'no regrets'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;south of the border&lt;br /&gt;i think you oughta&lt;br /&gt;south of the border&lt;br /&gt;i think you oughta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos you know you're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;to a place where you can breathe&lt;br /&gt;and you know there's no reprieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos you know you're gonna have to leave&lt;br /&gt;to a place where you can breathe&lt;br /&gt;and you know there's no reprieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5905143164435357738?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5905143164435357738/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5905143164435357738&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5905143164435357738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5905143164435357738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/05/pedestrians-are-dangerous-besides.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rjrs17hLtoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s1Jf9bzYNCo/s72-c/grenze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7841033330914861440</id><published>2007-04-27T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:06:13.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RjHvf7hLtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Tswbse5valc/s1600-h/allergisch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RjHvf7hLtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Tswbse5valc/s200/allergisch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058087188345632370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLERGIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok officially it's spring ... even though it feels like summer ... actually we have the same temperatures as in caracas here, funny isn't it ... but anyway, in springtime it's usually time for every sort of allergies. i am in the lucky position to have none ... except the pantomimic herpes i get from bad singing, conversation, political speeches and so ... you know what i mean ... but yesterday i fell over an article that was really interesting. dr. david resnik from new york announced that 80 women worldwide suffer from sperm allergy. the doctor recommends desensibilisation ... that might be ok, but me would recommend something different.&lt;br /&gt;what did alice say during speeddating in season 3? i'm a bit low on sperm? i think that was it ... so i would recommend alice =D sounds like an excellent medicine to me. - but i'm nosey, what about you? any allergies? starting to shudder at the view of snails? freaked out by spiders? something similar to pantomimic herpes???? tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: mando diao&lt;br /&gt;song: all my senses&lt;br /&gt;album: hurricane bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull the trigger, break down in a love affair&lt;br /&gt;when i said i didn’t care, you started searching for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;pull the trigger, my girl you’re running all alone&lt;br /&gt;i said i was back home, but i’m far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there ain’t no point in the words i write&lt;br /&gt;there ain’t no way to know me&lt;br /&gt;but it sure felt right when i saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but now they feel like, oh yeah they feel like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my senses seem to shine through the day&lt;br /&gt;seem to shine through the day, honey that’s okay&lt;br /&gt;yes all my senses seem to shine in the night&lt;br /&gt;seem to shine in the night, honey that’s alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your heart girl, i see a jealous butterfly&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me high, love, but i’m sober still&lt;br /&gt;in your heart girl, there’s nothing left but misery&lt;br /&gt;come dance while i’m getting free i’m gonna lie again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause there ain’t no point in the words i write&lt;br /&gt;there ain’t no way to get me&lt;br /&gt;but i sure was high when i saw your smile&lt;br /&gt;but now your always, oh yes you’re always gone girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my senses seem to shine through the day&lt;br /&gt;seem to shine through the day, honey that’s okay&lt;br /&gt;yes all my senses seem to shine in the night&lt;br /&gt;seem to shine in the night, honey that’s alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my senses seem to shine in the night&lt;br /&gt;seem to shine in the night, honey that’s alright&lt;br /&gt;and all my senses seem to be in this song&lt;br /&gt;thinking all day long, honey what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;tell me what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;tell me what went wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7841033330914861440?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7841033330914861440/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7841033330914861440&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7841033330914861440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7841033330914861440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/allergies-ok-officially-its-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RjHvf7hLtnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Tswbse5valc/s72-c/allergisch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8040669969725649644</id><published>2007-04-26T11:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:50:14.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RjBuKbhLtmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FelCQYGe01c/s1600-h/schauerlich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RjBuKbhLtmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FelCQYGe01c/s200/schauerlich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057663507001751138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GERMAN DISEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok we have an early summer this year ... we completely jumped over spring directly into summer ... two days with fantastic smelling plants, fresh green leafs and grinning people ... now we arrived in the deep dark hell of german summer. ok, it's not really dark, it's light what in my opinion makes it worse. one reason why i choose riding a bike to work is - yes of course my butt - but more important it's the oportunity to stay out of the public transport system. where you are trapped with all kinds of horrible creatures you thought only exists in horrormovies or legends. but they exist. and they take the subway. so today i had to use the subway again and immediately encountered the germanicus buerocratus holidayiansis. a creature that causes eyecancer and other serious allergic reactions on first sight. remarkable features of this species are short trousers - the legs have to be of the colour of cottage cheese - in screaming colours (mine wore red ones), a socalled funshirt (balloonsilk with ridicoulous pattern) and the absolute necessary white socks in sandals. it's mediocrity on feet. even though it's somehow extreme. to me it's mediocrity, and that is the worst curse i know ... so after you noticed how horrible my morning was, and i was tortured by terrible headache yesterday - would you please stop grinning? i am talking about migrane not hangover - i deserve something nice to entertain me ... you have the whole commentbox. and if it has to be something mediocre it better is good ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song of today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;song: mediocre bad guys&lt;br /&gt;album: on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well don't give me no comic book sad looks no more&lt;br /&gt;please don't use those same excuses you've used before&lt;br /&gt;mmm hmmm mmm hmmm&lt;br /&gt;you told yourself so many times it's okay&lt;br /&gt;so be good to try&lt;br /&gt;but you just don't know how to come back down&lt;br /&gt;and now you beat me up, you break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around,&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;beat me up, break me down,&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around,&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well how about those people i know that you know the ones i mean&lt;br /&gt;not so good, not so bad&lt;br /&gt;only know what they have&lt;br /&gt;and they have only what they've seen&lt;br /&gt;them mediocre bad guys can really bring you down&lt;br /&gt;they can't be defeated, and you know&lt;br /&gt;they're never going to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just beat me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;beat me up, and break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;They just beat me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;beat me up, and break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;beat me up, and break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;beat me up, and break me down&lt;br /&gt;hoping i don't come around&lt;br /&gt;kick me when i'm on the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8040669969725649644?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8040669969725649644/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8040669969725649644&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8040669969725649644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8040669969725649644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/german-disease-ok-we-have-early-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RjBuKbhLtmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FelCQYGe01c/s72-c/schauerlich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2191372357580532676</id><published>2007-04-24T11:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:53:28.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ri3RBCk87YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/93gCN61R5pA/s1600-h/Barbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ri3RBCk87YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/93gCN61R5pA/s200/Barbra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056927772408868226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever mentioned how much i adore women with big noses? anyway, today is the birthday of one of them ... miss barbra streisand ... hmmmmm, and while i was thinking about it, i have to realize that i share my weak spot for bignosed women with mr. agassi ... yes, the tennisplayer, who was together with miss streisand for a while and is now married to? correct, steffi - big nose - graf. isn't it funny when completely useless synapses connect in your brain just for entertainment??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's miss streisands birthday today. and my favourite movie with her was "what's up, doc?" i think i'll watch it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm... does anyone knows if mr. agassi has a weak spot for crossdressers too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, song of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: barbra streisand&lt;br /&gt;song: don't rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me not to fly&lt;br /&gt;i've simply got to&lt;br /&gt;if someone takes a spill&lt;br /&gt;it's me and not you&lt;br /&gt;don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me not to leave&lt;br /&gt;just sit and putter&lt;br /&gt;life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter&lt;br /&gt;who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll march my band out&lt;br /&gt;i'll beat my drum&lt;br /&gt;and if I'm fanned out&lt;br /&gt;your turn at bat, sir&lt;br /&gt;at least i didn't fake it, hat, sir&lt;br /&gt;i guess i didn't make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whether i'm the rose of sheer perfection&lt;br /&gt;a freckle on the nose of life's complexion&lt;br /&gt;a Cinderella or a shine apple of an eye&lt;br /&gt;i gotta fly once&lt;br /&gt;i gotta try once&lt;br /&gt;only can die once, right, sir?&lt;br /&gt;ooh, life is juicy&lt;br /&gt;juicy and you see&lt;br /&gt;i gotta have my bite, sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get ready for me love&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm a "comer"&lt;br /&gt;i simply gotta march&lt;br /&gt;my heart's a drummer&lt;br /&gt;don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, sir&lt;br /&gt;no, sir&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna live and live now&lt;br /&gt;get what i want, i know how&lt;br /&gt;all that the law will allow&lt;br /&gt;one roll for the whole shebang&lt;br /&gt;one throw that bell will go clang&lt;br /&gt;though i'm alone i'm a gang&lt;br /&gt;eye on the target and wham&lt;br /&gt;one shot, one gun shot and bam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, world, here i am...&lt;br /&gt;get ready for me life, 'cause i'm a "comer"&lt;br /&gt;i simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer&lt;br /&gt;nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2191372357580532676?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2191372357580532676/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2191372357580532676&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2191372357580532676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2191372357580532676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-have-i-ever-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ri3RBCk87YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/93gCN61R5pA/s72-c/Barbra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-4487035993732299121</id><published>2007-04-20T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:50:02.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RihuYyk87XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HtqdbrrFB-Q/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RihuYyk87XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HtqdbrrFB-Q/s200/jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055411953896058226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #30 - EXORCISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is an attempt to finally get over this whole moving thing, because i don't want to bore you to death ... i have to thank everybody who followed me through these last  weeks and supported me, and cared about me and gave me smiles ... even though it was frightening unnecessary because i was feeling good most of the time ... but anyway, we close this case now with the ultimate "how's nicos condition"-podcast, which is quite &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/0unqd2" target="_blank"&gt;selfexplaining&lt;/a&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got you - james brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo be doo - macy gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new life - depeche mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen again - eurythmics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenagers - my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alles neu - mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interpretation - mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slung-lo - erin mckeown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a high - the boss hoss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling good - muse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-4487035993732299121?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/4487035993732299121/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=4487035993732299121&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4487035993732299121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4487035993732299121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/talks-30-exorcism-ok-this-is-attempt-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RihuYyk87XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HtqdbrrFB-Q/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7749104607749111088</id><published>2007-04-19T10:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:19:36.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ricvpyk87WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ltA8zNx25rc/s1600-h/trainbirds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ricvpyk87WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ltA8zNx25rc/s200/trainbirds.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055061501744573794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 MINUTES OF FAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally this things are hanging around at the trainstation announcing arriving and departing trains. but now, for a few days they are art. they are still hanging around in the main train station, but this time not at the tracks. and they got a nice name too. they are called "trainbirds" what explains their spreaded wings ... oh, i might have to mention that migratory birds are called "trainbirds" in german so you get the twinkle of the eye maybe ... i think this piece is beatiful and it fits to the whole moving thing that's the theme for quite a boring while on this blog now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you enjoy this slightly educational post and because i can't let go of this moving theme the fitting song for the trainbirds is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: norah jones&lt;br /&gt;song: come away with me&lt;br /&gt;album: come away with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;come away with me&lt;br /&gt;and i will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come away with me on a bus&lt;br /&gt;come away where they can't tempt us&lt;br /&gt;with their lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;on a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high&lt;br /&gt;so won't you try to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;br /&gt;on a mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;come away with me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to wake up with the rain&lt;br /&gt;falling on a tin roof&lt;br /&gt;while i'm safe there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;so all i ask is for you&lt;br /&gt;to come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;come away with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn, i think i need a podcast to exorcise myself ;D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7749104607749111088?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7749104607749111088/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7749104607749111088&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7749104607749111088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7749104607749111088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/15-minutes-of-fame-normally-this-things.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Ricvpyk87WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ltA8zNx25rc/s72-c/trainbirds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2673521363512566803</id><published>2007-04-18T14:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:39:54.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RiYNla_257I/AAAAAAAAAGY/UuAyzPuMGA8/s1600-h/genderbender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RiYNla_257I/AAAAAAAAAGY/UuAyzPuMGA8/s200/genderbender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054742568323442610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENDERBENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, yesterday this question came up ... what's the thing about wearing boy panties? that's no big question if you are a boy i think, i also don't think it's a big thing if you are a girl ... but that's my opinion. so, just to make sure, what do you think about girls wearing boys underwear? did you ever wore boys undies? did you like it? why did you like it? why did you not? do you want to make some boy-panties-experiences in the future? why not? and why do you think these very cool superhero-boyspanties should be reserved for boys? i mean at the beginning of the last century, women faught for the right to be in men reserved places, men reserved jobs, women started to kiss men reserved women, in public ... so why stop at underwear? HAH? and when will there be finally a bra that matches my hulk boy-shorties????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions over questions!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the song of today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: seeed&lt;br /&gt;song: tight pants&lt;br /&gt;album: next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minus 10 grad, doch wir müssen raus&lt;br /&gt;wie ne katze die auslauf brauch&lt;br /&gt;im haus ist es schon warm is es auch&lt;br /&gt;aber partykatze jagt die partymaus&lt;br /&gt;unter fünf mützen schwitzt man auch&lt;br /&gt;mein thermo-outfit wiegt ne tonne&lt;br /&gt;ich kann kaum gehn&lt;br /&gt;doch ich komme durch die clubtür&lt;br /&gt;drin scheint die sonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ratlos guckt sie in kleiderschrank&lt;br /&gt;"was zieh ich'n bloß für teile an?"&lt;br /&gt;leider fand sie wie immer geiler&lt;br /&gt;was der schrank der anderen weiber kann&lt;br /&gt;nur mit hotpants is sie einverstanden&lt;br /&gt;die sind zwar drei nummern eingegangen&lt;br /&gt;dafür sitzen sie tighter&lt;br /&gt;damit kommst du in jeden club rein, madame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warum tanzt du denn nicht mit mir&lt;br /&gt;bin ich zu blöd, stink ich nach bier?&lt;br /&gt;why don't you dance to say no task&lt;br /&gt;and answer please to my request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;so come on shake it (nooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say what my pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;and i can let myself know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;so come on shake it (nooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha your pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;so you can say let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeder kleine step ist der reine stress&lt;br /&gt;is zwar'n geiler dress&lt;br /&gt;aber reingeprtesst das is schon'n krasses handycap&lt;br /&gt;denn dein geiles heck steckt leider fest&lt;br /&gt;die frauen im laden bepissen sich&lt;br /&gt;weil du für die pants die quittung kriegst&lt;br /&gt;gib dir einen tipp zeig mir deinen slip&lt;br /&gt;zieh die pants aus ich strippe mit dir mit&lt;br /&gt;komm ins licht zier dich nicht&lt;br /&gt;da gibs keine debatten nich lange fackeln&lt;br /&gt;lass backen wackeln und die andren schabracken im schatten zappeln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warum tanzt du denn nicht mit mir&lt;br /&gt;bin ich zu blöd, stink ich nach bier?&lt;br /&gt;why don't you dance to say no task&lt;br /&gt;and answer please to my request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;so come on shake it (nooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha your pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;so you can say let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say what my pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;and i can let myself know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;so come on shake it (nooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha your pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;so you can say let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-t-take your tight pants off&lt;br /&gt;t-t-take your tight pants off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is shakin down the spot,&lt;br /&gt;everybody rock and i want to you do it&lt;br /&gt;girl why did you come here,&lt;br /&gt;you just stand on the floor&lt;br /&gt;like puppets in the store,&lt;br /&gt;that's not how we're doin.&lt;br /&gt;get into it and loosen up a bit,&lt;br /&gt;all you need is to&lt;br /&gt;get rid of that shit and move it.&lt;br /&gt;as if you can't breath&lt;br /&gt;i guess you better release&lt;br /&gt;now come on do it please,&lt;br /&gt;you ain't got the clue.&lt;br /&gt;gonna show you if you want to,&lt;br /&gt;if you're ready to make a go&lt;br /&gt;let me know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't do it yourself just call me for help,&lt;br /&gt;gonna use your belt,&lt;br /&gt;whip your numb ass.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna feel good, gonna look good,&lt;br /&gt;gonna heal you.&lt;br /&gt;so come on and drop it.&lt;br /&gt;girl what's going on you know what is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;what can't move can't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;so come on shake it (nooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha your pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;so you can say let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say what my pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;and i can let myself know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna shake it (yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;so come on shake it (nooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha your pants are too tight&lt;br /&gt;so you can say let yourself go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2673521363512566803?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2673521363512566803/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2673521363512566803&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2673521363512566803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2673521363512566803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/genderbender-ok-yesterday-this-question.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RiYNla_257I/AAAAAAAAAGY/UuAyzPuMGA8/s72-c/genderbender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7839696487681408120</id><published>2007-04-17T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:21:37.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RiR7fa_256I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h5kJxTMBLGE/s1600-h/IMG227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RiR7fa_256I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h5kJxTMBLGE/s200/IMG227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054300461569861538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEZ STEREOTYPEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i am back ... it wasn't as evil as expected ... to be honest we had some fun too ... me nearly got out the chainsaw to kill the stubborn rack that drove us mad ... i was this close to throw it out of the window ... the only problem was, the window was too small ... anyway, there were a lot of things that were really nice too ... the silly pride you feel when you've moved your whole stuff, the pizza revelry with your friends where everyone is sweaty and dirty and grinning widely because of the good feeling of having earned the pizza, of course the shower where you get all the sweat and dust off of you but most of all i like driving the truck =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i am usually no truckdriver lezzie, but i love driving these trucks ... so that's why i posted my hat ... yes, this thing is mine and i wore it all saturday, together with a wide grin, some sunglasses and a flanell-shirt - ok, after half an hour i changed to a wifebeater, because it was hot on saturday - and yes, when i was driving that thing a fag hung down from my lip ... *sigh, i had a really great time ... a tiny little musclecat on sunday and a lot of bruises but driving the truck in full drag was so worth it!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anybody is moving and needs a driver ... call me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because we are talking about lesbian stereotypes, here's another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: melissa etheridge&lt;br /&gt;song: you can sleep while i drive&lt;br /&gt;album: brave and crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on baby let's get out of this town&lt;br /&gt;i got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down&lt;br /&gt;there's a chill in my bones&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;so you can sleep while i drive&lt;br /&gt;i'll pack my bag and load up my guitar&lt;br /&gt;in my pocket i'll carry my harp&lt;br /&gt;i got some money i saved&lt;br /&gt;enough to get underway&lt;br /&gt;and baby you can sleep while i drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll go thorough tucson up to santa fe&lt;br /&gt;and barbara in nashville says we're welcome to stay&lt;br /&gt;i'll buy you glasses in texas a hat from new orleans&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning you can tell me your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i've seen it before&lt;br /&gt;this mist that covers your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you've been looking for something&lt;br /&gt;that's not in your life&lt;br /&gt;my intentions are true&lt;br /&gt;won't you take me with you&lt;br /&gt;and baby you can sleep while i drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh is it other arms you want to&lt;br /&gt;hold you the stranger&lt;br /&gt;the lover you're free&lt;br /&gt;can't you get that with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on baby let's get out of this town&lt;br /&gt;i got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down&lt;br /&gt;if you won't take me with you&lt;br /&gt;i'll go before night is through&lt;br /&gt;and baby you can sleep while i drive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7839696487681408120?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7839696487681408120/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7839696487681408120&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7839696487681408120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7839696487681408120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/lez-stereotypez-hello-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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officially the renter of my new flat, instead of the evil intruder i was the past two weeks. i slept much better tonight ;D even though the edges of these darn videotapes, poked hurtfully into some sensitive parts of my precious body ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed the office car to see my new landlord and of course i had to buy some gas. question: where are the days, when you could open a flap at the side of the car and screw open the gas tank? it all started with me driving to the wrong side of the station of course ... if there are two ways of doing something you can bet your little ass i will choose the wrong one ... i take it with humour, it helps ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after i spent 10 minutes trying to find out how to open that damn flip on the side of the devilish car, even my humour started to fade ... i sat the milecounter back to zero, i think i unfixed all the fix radiostations on the entertainment system, turned on the warning lights seven times, cursed like a drayman and finally i found a tiny little nearly invisible lever under the floormat ... ok it was in the door, but it was really well hidden!!! you see, when i went in to pay i had to get myself something nice to calm me down ... i got me a penthouse magazine ... dita von teese is on the cover =D i had to buy it ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do you think is better? penthouse or playboy? penthouse has no centerfold but i think the pictures of the featured girls are better, the pics of the vip chicks are always excellent but in playboy the playmates look mostly cheap ... i have no experience with hustler yet and only one encounter with lui, but that's long ago and i didn't like it. so what would you recommend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because it's moving week, and i am talking about nothing else, here's the song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: curtis mayfield&lt;br /&gt;song: move on up&lt;br /&gt;album: greatest hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hush now child,&lt;br /&gt;and don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;your folks might understand you &lt;br /&gt;by and by&lt;br /&gt;move on up &lt;br /&gt;towards your destination&lt;br /&gt;you may find &lt;br /&gt;from time to time&lt;br /&gt;complications &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bight your lip &lt;br /&gt;and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;though there may be &lt;br /&gt;wet road ahead&lt;br /&gt;you cannot slip&lt;br /&gt;so move on up &lt;br /&gt;and peace you will find&lt;br /&gt;into the steeple &lt;br /&gt;of beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;where there's only one kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hush now child &lt;br /&gt;and don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;your folks might understand you &lt;br /&gt;by and by&lt;br /&gt;just move on up &lt;br /&gt;and keep on wishing&lt;br /&gt;remember your dreams &lt;br /&gt;are your only schemes&lt;br /&gt;so keep on pushing&lt;br /&gt;take nothing less - &lt;br /&gt;not even second best&lt;br /&gt;and do not obey - &lt;br /&gt;you must have your say&lt;br /&gt;you can past the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-719255460615144734?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/719255460615144734/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=719255460615144734&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/719255460615144734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/719255460615144734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-its-official-yesterday-i-signed.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rh39Uq_255I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6deVDf121vQ/s72-c/stempel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5211273845245200845</id><published>2007-04-11T14:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:26:06.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhzaLK_254I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HV-Ry0WpMYY/s1600-h/73582537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhzaLK_254I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HV-Ry0WpMYY/s200/73582537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052152767468464002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOXES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to pack. it is funny how much a shelf can hold. i definitely own too much stuff. and what's worse ... i own too much heavy stuff. did you know that the complete asterix collection alone weighs over seven kilo? what's 14 pounds if you are not willing to calculate ... and it's the paperback version. and not my only collection ... *sigh only thinking of saturday makes my back hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are good sides too ... i mean besides getting your own space, where you can do whatever you want, whenever you want ... as loud as the neighbours allow ;D while i was sorting out things that i don't need anymore i found some treasures. two to be explicit. in the farest back of the topshelf of my entertainement-rack i found two dusty tapes ... the two long missed, often searched and never found precious cora frost movies you cannot bye anywere. i am talking about "l'amour fou - the incredible world of cora frost" and TA DAAAAAH "tigerstripebaby meets tarzan" a movie that is as extraordinairie as it's title, it's about alien invasion, love, death, and woman kissing woman ... and i will have to wait another two weeks for my tv *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares, i found a treasure =D, i think i'll take it to bed with me tonight ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i will fill some more boxes tonight (books are nearly stored, i think we can pack the dvd's now) the song of today is obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: simon and garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;song: the boxer&lt;br /&gt;album: old friends. live on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just a poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;though my story's seldom told,&lt;br /&gt;i have squandered my resistance&lt;br /&gt;for a pocketful of mumbles,&lt;br /&gt;such are promises&lt;br /&gt;all lies and jest&lt;br /&gt;still, a man hears what he wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;and disregards the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i left my home&lt;br /&gt;and my family,&lt;br /&gt;i was no more than a boy&lt;br /&gt;in the company of strangers&lt;br /&gt;in the quiet of the railway station,&lt;br /&gt;running scared,&lt;br /&gt;laying low,&lt;br /&gt;seeking out the poorer quarters&lt;br /&gt;where the ragged people go,&lt;br /&gt;looking for the places&lt;br /&gt;only they would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie-la-lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking only workman's wages&lt;br /&gt;i come looking for a job,&lt;br /&gt;but i get no offers,&lt;br /&gt;just a come-on from the whores&lt;br /&gt;on Seventh Avenue&lt;br /&gt;i do declare,&lt;br /&gt;there were times when i was so&lt;br /&gt;lonesome&lt;br /&gt;i took some comfort there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie-la-lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm laying out my winter clothes&lt;br /&gt;and wishing i was gone,&lt;br /&gt;going home&lt;br /&gt;where the New York City winters&lt;br /&gt;aren't bleeding me,&lt;br /&gt;leading me,&lt;br /&gt;going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the clearing stands a boxer,&lt;br /&gt;and a fighter by his trade&lt;br /&gt;and he carries the reminders&lt;br /&gt;of ev'ry glove that laid him down&lt;br /&gt;and cut him till he cried out&lt;br /&gt;in his anger and his shame,&lt;br /&gt;"i am leaving, i am leaving."&lt;br /&gt;but the fighter still remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie-la-lie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5211273845245200845?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5211273845245200845/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5211273845245200845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5211273845245200845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5211273845245200845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/boxes-i-started-to-pack.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhzaLK_254I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HV-Ry0WpMYY/s72-c/73582537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6576678626139392755</id><published>2007-04-10T12:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:46:25.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhtrCa_253I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xMCXftG9bBc/s1600-h/streichholz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhtrCa_253I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xMCXftG9bBc/s200/streichholz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051749096377214834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINISHING MOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i am no guy and therefor not able to grow a beard (don't be silly, i know it and i don't even want to THINK about it) i had to cut my hair ... so i did. i tortured my sister into cutting my hair on match length which makes her whimper during the whole process because she had a very hard time cutting the stubborn wire populating my head into a decent do during my halfhearted approach of letting it grow. but she understood, that it had to be done to close this case ... plus i will not sweat this much in the neck when i will move my furniture on saturday =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems i'm done with the whole relationship emotionally now =D and after two days i even get kind of used to my new pic in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fantastic easter with my little nephew who is a genius like his aunt ... just to inform you, he invented his own way of moving around, funny mix of crawling and sliding ... and he is fast!!! he can stand up. everytime he falls he manages to land on his cushioned backside. he is still a great entertainer and makes everyone smile and believe it or not he can throw!! with aiming!! i was really impressed. (no it was no accident! he did it five times in a row, and he is not this bad in catching too. seems he will be a great handballer like his proud auntie) by the way, he bit his first head of. it was an evil fight, because he still has no teeth (not a single one) so the poor easterbunny was drowned in saliva first, but then the head was off ... hip hip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the ingeniousness of her child was the only thing that could sooth the pain of my sister seeing 10 month of work floating to the ground. but i told her the same i tell you: the song of the day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: eurythmics&lt;br /&gt;song: the first cut&lt;br /&gt;album: touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first cut - is a criminal thing&lt;br /&gt;the first cut - goes deeper in&lt;br /&gt;each impression&lt;br /&gt;makes a chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;each impression&lt;br /&gt;will never be never be never be&lt;br /&gt;broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a white girl - you can see my skin&lt;br /&gt;look at this picture - that i 'm living in&lt;br /&gt;and old scores&lt;br /&gt;never settle down&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;till i'm burried in the cold ground&lt;br /&gt;cold ground&lt;br /&gt;cold cold ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6576678626139392755?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6576678626139392755/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6576678626139392755&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6576678626139392755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6576678626139392755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/finishing-move-after-i-am-no-guy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhtrCa_253I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xMCXftG9bBc/s72-c/streichholz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-1430528521046211141</id><published>2007-04-05T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:57:48.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhTE0EnH8SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zb0MDcs_XAE/s1600-h/nagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhTE0EnH8SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zb0MDcs_XAE/s200/nagel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049877481059250466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes everything just fits together ... is it destiny? i don't believe in this so i would call it coincedence and grin widely because i like things like that =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you might ask yourself which book i might choose to marry ... it would be my favourite one, the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy ... i don't know if you read it but to me it's the most important book ever written ... and i can say this, because i am the ministress of silly ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you are a douglas adams virgin, here's a good reason why you have to love his books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"and then, one thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. this time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell about it, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occured, and the idea was gone forever. ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't this fit excellently to easter? just as the song of the next four days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: hedwig and the angry inch&lt;br /&gt;song: nailed&lt;br /&gt;album: hedwig and the angry inch soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the gold light of your halo i wanna nail ya&lt;br /&gt;give you lovin' and devotion that won't ever fail ya&lt;br /&gt;wanna run my mouth over your wounds&lt;br /&gt;and fall on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and the holes in your hands and your feet they help to nail you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail ya down&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made you christ to get ya nailed&lt;br /&gt;when you hover in the night like a holy vision&lt;br /&gt;with the crimson and the purple of your incision&lt;br /&gt;wanna run my fingers through your hair and over your pale skin&lt;br /&gt;on the fringe, shit, jesus christ man, you sure wanna nail him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get ya nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;they made you christ to get ya nailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he died for me&lt;br /&gt;died for no one else&lt;br /&gt;he died for no one&lt;br /&gt;and he'd see and complain&lt;br /&gt;oh the sweet and the sigh, to pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your heart is left out naked and exposed&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you had left more to the eye&lt;br /&gt;and i can't find the words to say i love you&lt;br /&gt;and why and why and why and why and why ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;nailed&lt;br /&gt;it's just a fight to get ya nailed&lt;br /&gt;they sent you christ to get ya nailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow, two of my favourites on one day ... i really deserve little break =D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-1430528521046211141?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/1430528521046211141/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=1430528521046211141&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1430528521046211141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/1430528521046211141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter-sometimes-everything-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhTE0EnH8SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zb0MDcs_XAE/s72-c/nagel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8603797095754567105</id><published>2007-04-03T11:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:49:45.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhIfGPyKNlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55x2P9fO-Is/s1600-h/buch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhIfGPyKNlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55x2P9fO-Is/s200/buch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049132324412339794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE A BIT TOO RADICAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it seems this breakup thing is somehow epidemic ... but whatever happens, there is always hope. see what reached me this morning. my dear friend frank sent me piece of newspaper ... and i have to share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are single and sick of it, go to india and marry a book. i don't know what's wrong with the indians, last year i think a woman married a tree ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, the reason why this 60 year old woman married the holy book of hinduism was, she didn't want to marry a guy ... completely understandable =D ... and  she was sick of being called an old maid by her whole village ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am interested, if you are desperate enough to think of marrying a book, which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is the perfect song for today? - right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: ultra naté&lt;br /&gt;song: if you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;album: i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could read my mind love &lt;br /&gt;what a tale my thoughts would tell &lt;br /&gt;just like an old time movie &lt;br /&gt;bout a ghost from a wishingwell &lt;br /&gt;in a castle dark or a fortress strong &lt;br /&gt;with chains upon my feet &lt;br /&gt;you know that ghost is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where we went wrong &lt;br /&gt;but the feeling's gone &lt;br /&gt;and I just can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;if you could read my mind, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could read your mind love &lt;br /&gt;what a tale my thoughts would tell&lt;br /&gt;just like a paperback novel &lt;br /&gt;the kind that drugstores sell &lt;br /&gt;when you reach the part where the heartache comes &lt;br /&gt;the hero would be you &lt;br /&gt;heroes often fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought I could feel this way &lt;br /&gt;and I've got to say &lt;br /&gt;that I just don't get it &lt;br /&gt;i don't know where we went wrong &lt;br /&gt;but the feeling's gone &lt;br /&gt;and I just can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;if you could if you could if you could read my mind &lt;br /&gt;if you could if you could if you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could read my mind love &lt;br /&gt;what a tale my thoughts would tell &lt;br /&gt;just like an old time movie &lt;br /&gt;bout a ghost from a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could read my mind love&lt;br /&gt;what a tale my thoughts would tell&lt;br /&gt;just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;the kind that drugstores sell&lt;br /&gt;and when you reach the part &lt;br /&gt;where the heartache comes&lt;br /&gt;the hero would be you &lt;br /&gt;heroes often fail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8603797095754567105?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8603797095754567105/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8603797095754567105&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8603797095754567105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8603797095754567105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/maybe-bit-too-radical-ok-it-seems-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhIfGPyKNlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55x2P9fO-Is/s72-c/buch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-207727918417331510</id><published>2007-04-02T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:01:41.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhDCDvyKNkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZnV7o2vmEcY/s1600-h/kaputt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhDCDvyKNkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZnV7o2vmEcY/s200/kaputt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048748551904572994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #29 - THE BONES ARE ACHING BUT THE LUNGS ARE NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a bit late with this one but i have a good excuse ... i had to move this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;so this explains why the bones are aching, why i'm late with the podcast and why the podcast is about breakup songs ... and if i read any "i feel so sorry for you"-crap in the comment box i will not talk to you ever again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you are not afraid to get involved in my bullshit listen to this nice collection of wonderful angry breakup songs called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/i3jlh4" target="_blank"&gt;no family pack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone - the frank popp ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakin' up - gwen stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the way i do - melissa eteheridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will survive - cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in my room - skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet names - shmashmouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dream is over - mando diao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't need this - melanie c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eisbär - the dresden dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laisse tomber les filles - elke brauweiler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ode to divorce - regina spektor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-207727918417331510?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/207727918417331510/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=207727918417331510&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/207727918417331510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/207727918417331510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/04/talks-29-bones-are-aching-but-lungs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RhDCDvyKNkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZnV7o2vmEcY/s72-c/kaputt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6893001350743107148</id><published>2007-03-29T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:52:33.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgvZCfyKNjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6q4gerWB-j4/s1600-h/taschenlampe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgvZCfyKNjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6q4gerWB-j4/s200/taschenlampe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047366444313622066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL NEW AND SHINY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it spring? everything's new around me ... for example: i work in the redlight district ... well actually i don't work in the horizontal business ... i like to sleep in my bed, and all the activities happening there would better never been called "work" by anyone who wants to keep their head ... anyway, i work there - in an office - and at lunchbreak today i noticed something "new" ... one of the sexshops has a new concept, they feature the "new man", what means they have a gay area at the first floor now, including darkroom and everything ... well, so is written on the window ... i mean ... hello? ... we are talking about a place where giggling boys and sad old men sneak in to watch weird videos in a cabin ... can you imagine tom of finland stepping in there? anyway ... me thinks that's a really weird combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as the other new thing in my life: schöfferhofer grapefruit. it's a beer, a hefe to be explicit. and i have to admit i am a beer snob, i mean i am german, we invented the stuff, i was pissed when they started to mix beer with other things. usually they put different flavoured soda in beer, but they up to now they spared the poor hefe. a few years ago they ruined it with bananajuice ... börks ... so i was a bit sceptic to see this hefe with grapefruit now. but nosey as i am i tried it ... and surprise!!! it's good =D well after you knocked the first few bottles down ;D &lt;br /&gt;i recommend to drink it right out of the bottle, using a glas will mean it will seem that someone with a serious kidney problem peed in it. oh, and make sure it is cold ... the colder the better. i am still in testing phase and will report as soon as i found out how it tastes frozen =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh, i love science experiments =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the song of the day is not new but i like it, so here is what i think you will definitely get when you mix the hip new man with the hip new drink ... in a hip new darkroom ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: frank pop ensemble&lt;br /&gt;song: hip teens (don't wear blue jeans) &lt;br /&gt;album: ride on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows us &lt;br /&gt;we’re always - where it’s at &lt;br /&gt;everyone meets us - and wants to join our gang &lt;br /&gt;we know how - to swing our thing &lt;br /&gt;we know where - the in-crowd is &lt;br /&gt;we’re the guys - to see you right &lt;br /&gt;if you wanna set - the night alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey - everybody, 1 – 2, 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 aaaahhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re cool cats, - we got soooouuuuul &lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re the in-crowd - on the sceeeeene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone join us, &lt;br /&gt;there’s a few simple rules &lt;br /&gt;you need the right look babe, - ‘cause we don’t - suffer the fools &lt;br /&gt;eternal yak - that really goes &lt;br /&gt;high heel sneakers - with pointed toes &lt;br /&gt;mini shirts - and chelsea boots &lt;br /&gt;the smartest boys - in velvet suits &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey - everybody, 1 – 2, 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 aaaaahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re cool cats, - we got sooooouuuuul &lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re the in-crowd - on the sceeeeene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo (git) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey - everybody, 1 – 2, 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 aaaaahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re cool cats, - we got sooooouuuuul &lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re the in-crowd &lt;br /&gt;on the sceeeeeene - ohhh nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re cool cats, - we got soooouuuuul &lt;br /&gt;hip teens, - don’t wear blue jeans &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we’re the in-crowd &lt;br /&gt;on the sceeeeeene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6893001350743107148?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6893001350743107148/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6893001350743107148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6893001350743107148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6893001350743107148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-new-and-shiny-is-it-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgvZCfyKNjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6q4gerWB-j4/s72-c/taschenlampe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7096323165974548220</id><published>2007-03-28T14:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:01:39.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgpfHvyKNiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qwJa7ecjv5Q/s1600-h/istanbul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgpfHvyKNiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qwJa7ecjv5Q/s200/istanbul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046950919112635938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURKS AND PORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the education of today is: istanbul not constantinopel ... was a song by they might be giants .... and the city of constantinople, half european half asien, devided by the bosporus was named istanbul on the 28th of march in 1930. on the same day, just 47 years later ... shall i wait while you do the math? ... a young woman was born in new jersey ... or maybe in pennsylvania ... called devin. and she seemed to know jenny because when she became a stripper, we all know that you have to change names for that, she choose devon ... i don't get it ... anyway, she participated in a lot of movies - i think about watching one of them just for the research ... has anyone seen a film with her? i learned she is famous for interactive porn movies ... i mean besides the common thing, how "interactive" can a porn movie get??? so if anyone can tell me ... you know where the comment box is. and while you are there, can you leave your porn name? over here it's the name of your first pet and the english translation of your mothers maiden name ... i don't know what's your usual procedre, but i am excited to read them ... and you can call me "hansi stonecreek" now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the song ... what? ... what this has to do with istanbul? well, besides the same date ... nothing i guess, well maybe the minarettes are a bit phallic ... not to speak of the big boob =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: truck&lt;br /&gt;song: it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;album: i think that's the only song they ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday after dinner &lt;br /&gt;situation is the same over again&lt;br /&gt;mum she wants to watch the news&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to watch the film at ten&lt;br /&gt;so i get my way again&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the movie &lt;br /&gt;naked bodies getting groovy on the screen &lt;br /&gt;mum she changes channels, turns away&lt;br /&gt;she can't believe what i just seen&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed she starts to clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;you're running away&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe&lt;br /&gt;what the kids see today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;and it wont go away&lt;br /&gt;wherever you turn&lt;br /&gt;you find porn everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just...&lt;br /&gt;billboards on the way to school&lt;br /&gt;use porn to make their shit look really cool&lt;br /&gt;so cool&lt;br /&gt;girls i see on MTV &lt;br /&gt;cover the fact their bands all look like fools&lt;br /&gt;but their videos make me drool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;you're running away&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe &lt;br /&gt;what the kids see today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;and it wont go away&lt;br /&gt;wherever you turn&lt;br /&gt;you find porn everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;it's just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum i know that you're embarrased&lt;br /&gt;but just face it&lt;br /&gt;we can leave the movie on&lt;br /&gt;don't think that i am so naive&lt;br /&gt;that i don't have a clue where i came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;you're running away&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe &lt;br /&gt;what the kids see today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;and it wont go away&lt;br /&gt;wherever you turn &lt;br /&gt;you find porn everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;you're running away&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe &lt;br /&gt;what the kids see today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;and it wont go away&lt;br /&gt;wherever you turn &lt;br /&gt;you find porn everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum,&lt;br /&gt;just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;porn mum,&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;just porn mum&lt;br /&gt;it's just porn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7096323165974548220?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7096323165974548220/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7096323165974548220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7096323165974548220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7096323165974548220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/turks-and-porn-education-of-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgpfHvyKNiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qwJa7ecjv5Q/s72-c/istanbul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7122584408958945508</id><published>2007-03-27T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:01:42.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgjX46x76QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A6lQ92KOaWE/s1600-h/tarantino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgjX46x76QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A6lQ92KOaWE/s200/tarantino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046520755319990530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that quentin tarantino was named after a character burt reynolds played in smokin guns? ... me didn't so i'm again a bit smarter today ... on the other hand i forgot what i said to my coworker yesterday, what makes me think i start to get senile, what's only a problem for a while, i count on getting senile enough to forget what's talking at all ... &lt;br /&gt;but i didn't forget that i love tarantino movies ... i mean not only the movies are extraordinairie, also is the music ... perfect mix for me right? and they are strange, and bloody and strange and jawdropping and bloody and great stories oh, did i mention they are bloody?? anyway, besides the fact about his name i learned he has a foot fetish, because of all the close-ups of naked feet in his movies (i didn't even noticed that as something strange...) &lt;br /&gt;and because the lword had it's season finally on sunday i'll post a song of jackie brown today ... i thought about the pam grier song, but these lyrics weren't talking to me today ... or i just forgot what they said - but damn she looked hot in that movie =D ... i cannot remember a shot of her naked feet ... hmmmmmmmmm, maybe size ten is too big for him? it was ten the sneaker offered her right? ... anyway, i think i'll watch it tonight, just to celebrate mr. tarantinos birthday ... and maybe i watch kill bill too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the song i picked today, hey pam grier is the leading character ... i think that counts too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: delfonics&lt;br /&gt;song: didn't i (blow your mind girl)&lt;br /&gt;album: jackie brown ost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my heart and soul to you, girl&lt;br /&gt;didn't I do it baby.... didn't i do it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave you the love you never knew, girl&lt;br /&gt;didn't i do it baby... didn't i do it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so many times and that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;it seems to make you laugh each time i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i, oh&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that heart of yours was true, girl&lt;br /&gt;now didn't i think it baby, babe... didn't i think it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time i'm really leavin' you, girl&lt;br /&gt;hope you know it baby... hope you know it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten times or more, yes, i've walked out that door&lt;br /&gt;get this into your head, there'll be no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i, oh&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't i do it baby... didn't i do it baby&lt;br /&gt;didn't i do it baby... didn't i do it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten times or more, yes, i've walked out that door&lt;br /&gt;get this into your head, there'll be no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i, oh&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i&lt;br /&gt;i got to live baby&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i, oh&lt;br /&gt;didn't i blow your mind this time, didn't i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7122584408958945508?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7122584408958945508/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7122584408958945508&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7122584408958945508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7122584408958945508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-happy-birthday-did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgjX46x76QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A6lQ92KOaWE/s72-c/tarantino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6632679298076327228</id><published>2007-03-26T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:55:54.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgeHDi3VAeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dLh9P-O3GAg/s1600-h/73347867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgeHDi3VAeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dLh9P-O3GAg/s200/73347867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046150402460156386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SEASON IS OPENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after showing a pump on thursday it's high time to inform you, that the bicycle season is open again =D what means - dear pedestrians - you better move your bloddy asses OFF my bikeway, otherwise i'll run you over. PLUS it means we have to be prepared for another comeback of winter. actually i started bikeseason last week ... well i managed to go to office by bike on tuesday, what causes a temperature drop and sleet on wednesday ... but now, and after switching to cest again, i think we can count on spring ... i still think we'll have snow on easter, but then it will be over =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go, with THE bicycle song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: queen&lt;br /&gt;song: bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;album: greatest hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride it where i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say black i say white&lt;br /&gt;you say bark i say bite&lt;br /&gt;you say shark i say hey man&lt;br /&gt;jaws was never my scene&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like star wars&lt;br /&gt;you say rolls i say royce&lt;br /&gt;you say god give me a choice&lt;br /&gt;you say lord i say christ&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in peter pan&lt;br /&gt;frankenstein or superman&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride it where i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bicycle races are coming your way&lt;br /&gt;so forget all your duties oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today&lt;br /&gt;so look out for those beauties oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;on your marks get set go&lt;br /&gt;bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;bicycle bicycle bicy i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say coke i say caine&lt;br /&gt;you say john i say wayne&lt;br /&gt;hot dog i say cool it man&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be the president of america&lt;br /&gt;you say smile i say cheese&lt;br /&gt;cartier i say please&lt;br /&gt;income tax i say jesus&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be a candidate&lt;br /&gt;for vietnam or watergate&lt;br /&gt;cos all i want to do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride it where i like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6632679298076327228?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6632679298076327228/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6632679298076327228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6632679298076327228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6632679298076327228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-is-opened-after-showing-pump-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgeHDi3VAeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dLh9P-O3GAg/s72-c/73347867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-9090412423728610155</id><published>2007-03-22T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:19:55.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgKFAC3VAdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NlSKNrWbRIU/s1600-h/71917334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgKFAC3VAdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NlSKNrWbRIU/s200/71917334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740768423805394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS # 28 - ANATOMY OR PRECISION MECHANICS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry, no tOni again. but a whole day earlier than usual =D and such a nice theme .... THE HEART ... let's talk about all the sentimental stuff around a simple pump. oh, i haven't talked about deseases ... how could i forget that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope you'll enjoy this little piece of entertainement and follow all the recommendations =D oh, and when you are in the mood for commenting ... i would love to read your rhymes ... i am espeacially interested in rhymes with lobster tart ... but you are encouraged to be creative as hell ... after listening to this crap i disrespectfully named &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/4brvem" target="_blank"&gt;the overrated pump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ode to the lonely heart - sugar ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there must be an angel - eurythmics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this old heart of mine - the isley brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart of glass - nouvelle vague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece of my heart - janis joplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday sweetheart - caterina valente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good heart - feargal sharkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungriges herz - mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the machine - chalets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strict machine - goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barracuda - heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartbeats - jose gonzales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-9090412423728610155?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/9090412423728610155/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=9090412423728610155&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/9090412423728610155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/9090412423728610155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/talks-28-anatomy-or-precision-mechanics.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgKFAC3VAdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NlSKNrWbRIU/s72-c/71917334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-5197500300107646773</id><published>2007-03-21T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:34:12.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgDznC3VAcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xdt5w9qY6K4/s1600-h/73434560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgDznC3VAcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xdt5w9qY6K4/s200/73434560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044299434764337602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUFFERING OF THE YOUNG MINISTRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all well again, and i don't know if that's good. i mean, i didn't know how sick i really was until my body was pumped with antibiotics and every single germ in my system died a tragic death. plus, when you have a throat infection you don't like to smoke anymore ... well me doesn't like to smoke anymore ... not that i would call myself a chimney ... but i definitely smoke enough to desentisize my nose a bit ... so imagine the surprise when me got out in public again ... not only noticing i am able to breathe, but also able to smell ... what is very nice when you are in the park passing the first blooming bushes (i saw that sparkle in your eye, nasty ... stop grinning i'm talking about plants!!!) anyway ... it's no fun anymore when you enter the public transport system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean all the caverns in my head are suddenly unoccupied and trying to fill themselves with air ... unfortunately i am surrounded by stinking people ... and i can't even blame them because i think my nose is just oversensitive ... i mean i met a friend this morning and i still can smell his perfume on my shirt ... kind advice: be careful with hugging gay guys ;D ... it's weird, my smelling abilities are on 150% minimum ... and i don't like it ... but i think i know how to cure that =D plus i will get my coughing back too =D ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand me a fag please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: nana mouskuri&lt;br /&gt;song: smoke gets in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;album: nana in new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked me how i knew&lt;br /&gt;my true love was true&lt;br /&gt;oh, i of course replied&lt;br /&gt;something here inside cannot be denied &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said someday you'll find&lt;br /&gt;all who love are blind&lt;br /&gt;oh, when your heart's on fire&lt;br /&gt;you must realize&lt;br /&gt;smoke gets in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chaffed them and i gaily laughed&lt;br /&gt;to think they could doubt my love&lt;br /&gt;yet today my love has flown away&lt;br /&gt;i am without my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now laughing friends deride&lt;br /&gt;tears i can not hide&lt;br /&gt;oh, so i smile and say&lt;br /&gt;when a lovely flame dies&lt;br /&gt;smoke gets in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;smoke gets in your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-5197500300107646773?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/5197500300107646773/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=5197500300107646773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5197500300107646773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/5197500300107646773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/suffering-of-young-ministress-i-am-all.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RgDznC3VAcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xdt5w9qY6K4/s72-c/73434560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2971823220408202400</id><published>2007-03-19T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:22:19.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rf6Y3JQG47I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vgQcy2HFziI/s1600-h/200375862-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rf6Y3JQG47I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vgQcy2HFziI/s200/200375862-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043636705845240754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNS AND WONDERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, i am still alive =D&lt;br /&gt;short update ... i was on vacation, i told you i will see my nephew ... and this shortnecked monster infected me with the most evil germs that ever entered my poor little body ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spear you the details ... just know that it was evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i survived =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to business as usual ... what means crawling around on my knees begging tOni to do another podcast with me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i can celebrate my succeding in sweettalking tOni into a podcast i have to pick the song of today ... it's a very easy choice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: cake&lt;br /&gt;song: i will survive&lt;br /&gt;album: fashion nugget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;i was petrified.&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking i could never live&lt;br /&gt;without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;but then i spent so many nights&lt;br /&gt;just thinking how you'd done me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i grew strong.&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to get along. &lt;br /&gt;and so you're back from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;i just walked in to find you here&lt;br /&gt;without that look upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;i should have changed my fucking lock.&lt;br /&gt;i would have made you leave your key&lt;br /&gt;if i'd have known for just one second&lt;br /&gt;you'd be back to bother me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh now go.&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;you're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;did you think i'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;did you think i'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;oh not i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will survive.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;i've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;i've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;i will survive.&lt;br /&gt;i will survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took all the strength i had&lt;br /&gt;just not to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying hard to mend&lt;br /&gt;the pieces of my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;and i spent oh so many nights&lt;br /&gt;just feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i used to cry.&lt;br /&gt;but now i hold my head up high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see me with somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that stupid little person&lt;br /&gt;still in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;and so you thought you'd just drop by,&lt;br /&gt;and you expect me to be free.&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm saving all my lovin'&lt;br /&gt;for someone who's lovin' me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh now go.&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;you're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;did you think i'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;did you think i'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;oh not i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will survive.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;i've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;i've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;i will survive.&lt;br /&gt;i will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2971823220408202400?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2971823220408202400/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2971823220408202400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2971823220408202400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2971823220408202400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/signs-and-wonders-believe-it-or-not-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rf6Y3JQG47I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vgQcy2HFziI/s72-c/200375862-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-4390143435277476912</id><published>2007-03-02T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:08:39.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Regb2-fBLGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nWhmSLELTSI/s1600-h/tissue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Regb2-fBLGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nWhmSLELTSI/s200/tissue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037306814513884258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #27 – TISSUE ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear little sick listeners ... i feel a bit guilty reading about everyone coughing and sneezing. i know you know how allergic i am against having a cold, so you might like to hear that me managed to fight my cold down in 36 hours with staying in bed and sweating ... no, don’t look this way, i was wearing a pj ... nasty bunch, i thought you were ill!!! ... tsk, anyway, nice as i am i tried to make you feel a bit better with some nice music. i hope you get better really soon and have a little bit fun with this audiopathic medicine especially invented just for you which is called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/va4odc" target="_blank"&gt;the cougher-mix&lt;/a&gt; we do not take charge for any upcoming sideeffects!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i hope the two people that were lucky enough to stay healthy, take it as prevention =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatschi-waldera – nina hagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever – elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vitamin pills – toni collette &amp; the finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down by the water – pj harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to bed – the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimmy olson’s blues – spin doctors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the doctor – alanis morisette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nurse – the white stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medication – queens of the stone age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trouble sleeping – corinne bailey rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be better - gabrielle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-4390143435277476912?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/4390143435277476912/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=4390143435277476912&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4390143435277476912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4390143435277476912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/03/talks-27-tissue-anyone-my-dear-little.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Regb2-fBLGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nWhmSLELTSI/s72-c/tissue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8872817137658603051</id><published>2007-02-23T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T10:18:55.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rd6wulW_JVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LuTxYDOjwUo/s1600-h/blasphemian+rapsody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rd6wulW_JVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LuTxYDOjwUo/s200/blasphemian+rapsody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034655747795789138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #26 – A LIGHT SMELL OF SULPHUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are rules in life ... some are useful some are not and most of them go back to the big old book of rules, the bible. yes we are talking about religion today ... a dangerous area, but i’m not afraid ... i am a dangerseeker =D plus i think i’m getting sick. another big rule of life, going back to murphy’s laws i think ... if you are going to have two weeks of holiday you’ll get a cold instantly. and maybe this isn’t only a cold ... it feels like the flu! my nose is dripping, my throat feels rough, my back hurts ... oh, and my right elbow hurts, what’s usually THE sign for me getting a cold. so once again i have to ask for your kindness, because of all the coughing at the end of this atheistic podcast about religious icons. it’s all a product of an early feverrush but the title is nice, it’s called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/rq3nue" target="_blank"&gt;blasphemian rhapsody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curch of the poison mind – culture club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god gave rock’n’roll to you – kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is a real estate developer – michelle shocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon dieu – edith piaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god – p!nk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it with madonna – the androids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madonna – cocorosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human nature – madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal jesus – depeche mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confessions – violent femmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salvation – the cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith – george michael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8872817137658603051?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8872817137658603051/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8872817137658603051&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8872817137658603051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8872817137658603051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/02/talks-26-light-smell-of-sulphur-there.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rd6wulW_JVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LuTxYDOjwUo/s72-c/blasphemian+rapsody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-7604968841995495020</id><published>2007-02-16T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:16:47.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RdV1rL09ljI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lifqJagAGvU/s1600-h/73170582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RdV1rL09ljI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lifqJagAGvU/s200/73170582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032057543426151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS # 25 – THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what you’ve done? – turning me into a weak little buch of german meat, all oochiegoochie, overwhelmed with feelings and all this crap ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think you deserve this. &lt;br /&gt;because it’s all your fault. you - and only you - are responsible for this piece of sentimantal rubbish called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/k1jhyd" target="_blank"&gt;all is full of love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be love – madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you go to my lovely – peter sarstedt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millionaires of love – jan &amp; ilse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s too much love – belle &amp; sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love is – holly golightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a many splendoured thing – henry mancini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ole devil called love – alison moyet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das liebeslied – annett louisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je dis aime ich sag liebe – mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l’amour – carla bruni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon amour tokio – pizzicato five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye my love – demis roussos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-7604968841995495020?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/7604968841995495020/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=7604968841995495020&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7604968841995495020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/7604968841995495020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/02/talks-25-thank-you-very-much-see-what.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RdV1rL09ljI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lifqJagAGvU/s72-c/73170582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6539372028727726217</id><published>2007-02-14T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:22:25.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RdLWUL09liI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L_SBZr9PeEI/s1600-h/Karl_Valentin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RdLWUL09liI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L_SBZr9PeEI/s200/Karl_Valentin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031319375986923042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A COLD HEARTED BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why to me this valentines thing is just a day that flower and chocolat sellers all over the world invented to sell more stuff. but when we already have a valentines day, let's celebrate a valentin ... karl valentin, extraordinairie german comedian, dada-artist, friend of bert brecht, tragic figure, a total genius at using and reinventing the german language ...  what do i say ... a god of words ... and one of my heroes. to me THAT'S valentin's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes ... and because i'm not only coldhearted but being blessed with a fatal backbonelack too i should mention that i love you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the someone that said these nice three little words to me this morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of you visiting this silly blog frequently and be nice to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dear slogan.x who's birthday is today (sad thing, that means she'll get less presents ... i always feel with people who's birthday is on usual present-days)&lt;br /&gt;such as karin, who noone of you know, but who is a spacecadett i really adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i just found out it's ale's nameday ... shoutout to the vespa-girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big gay hugs to everyone and here's just for you some sentimental crap also known as: the song of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: wet wet wet&lt;br /&gt;song: love is all around&lt;br /&gt;album: end of part one: greatest hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in my fingers&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in my toes&lt;br /&gt;love is all around me&lt;br /&gt;and so the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;it's written on the wind&lt;br /&gt;it's everywhere i go, oh yes it is&lt;br /&gt;so if you really love me&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you, i always will&lt;br /&gt;my mind's made up by the&lt;br /&gt;way that i feel&lt;br /&gt;there's no beginning,&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no end&lt;br /&gt;'cause on my love you can depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see your face before me&lt;br /&gt;as i lay on my bed&lt;br /&gt;i kinda get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;of all the things you said, oh yes i did&lt;br /&gt;you gave your promise to me and i&lt;br /&gt;gave mine to you&lt;br /&gt;i need someone beside me&lt;br /&gt;in everything i do, oh yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you, i always will,&lt;br /&gt;my mind's made up by the&lt;br /&gt;way that i feel&lt;br /&gt;there's no beginning,&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no end&lt;br /&gt;'cause on my love you can depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to keep it moving&lt;br /&gt;oh it's written in the wind&lt;br /&gt;oh everywhere i go, yeah, oh well&lt;br /&gt;so if you really love me, love me, love me&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it show&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it show&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it (come and let it show, baby)&lt;br /&gt;come on, come on, come on let it show baby&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it show&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it show, baby&lt;br /&gt;come on and let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by bit (bit by bit, bit by bit)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6539372028727726217?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6539372028727726217/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6539372028727726217&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6539372028727726217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6539372028727726217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-cold-hearted-bitch-thats-why-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RdLWUL09liI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L_SBZr9PeEI/s72-c/Karl_Valentin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-3432582116093546274</id><published>2007-02-09T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:15:10.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcxAXL09lhI/AAAAAAAAADo/8dhOZVQYRUA/s1600-h/200360664-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcxAXL09lhI/AAAAAAAAADo/8dhOZVQYRUA/s200/200360664-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029465650922100242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS # 24 - LEARNING SWEDISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, don't be afraid ... it will not be IN swedish ... actually just one song is not in english, but anyway, it's more ABOUT sweden ... well, honestly it's more about my affinition to sweden =D so maybe i should call it learning nico ... =D anyway, sweden has a great influence on me. i was surprised that a lot of the songs i actually listen to are from swedish bands. but the swedish infiltration of my innocent brain started back in my childhood days - maybe sweden can be blamed for me being this weird ;D &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i loved astrid lindgrens books ... pippi longstocking of course, karlson!!!, the kids of bullerbü, michel, ronja, the kids from summer in saltkrokan ... those were the kids i really would have loved to grow up with, not this bunch of boring brickheads i had to deal with ;D ... i always liked that the swedes are the liberal and openminded people they are, it's a funny folk and the girls are beautiful ... hey, and they brought porn to germany, in the early sixties, they are so openminded ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but speaking of beautiful girls ... of course i forgot something again: i didn't mention the swedish football team ... very good players AND absolute eyecandy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have a saying over here (time to do one of my famous translations again). so when you want to say that you just had a jawdropping moment, we say "alter schwede" i don't know why, but we do it. so because of the beautiful swedish football-ladies and because i think i did a really nice job with this one it is called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/alh128" target="_blank"&gt;old suede&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs in order of appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crucified - army of lovers &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vYT2aWavXlc" target="_blank"&gt;the video!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super trouper - abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young folks - peter, bjorn and john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite game - the cardigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the fall that hurts - caesars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make history  - the (international) noise conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxette - the look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comeback - shout out louds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the light by which i travel - jens lekman (thanx 2 mag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't steal my heart - mando diao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pippi langstrumpf theme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-3432582116093546274?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/3432582116093546274/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=3432582116093546274&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3432582116093546274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/3432582116093546274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/02/talks-24-learning-swedish-ok-dont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcxAXL09lhI/AAAAAAAAADo/8dhOZVQYRUA/s72-c/200360664-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-4375106534005581496</id><published>2007-02-08T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:10:37.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcrsVL09lgI/AAAAAAAAADc/tNKKWIj8_3Q/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcrsVL09lgI/AAAAAAAAADc/tNKKWIj8_3Q/s200/green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029091782608918018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;IT'S SOMEONES BIRTHDAY TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so a really really REALLY!!! big hug goes out to a fellow kelkian we all love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MISS GREEN MACHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and what's the perfect song for the day? - yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;artist: michelle shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;song: on the greener side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;album: captain swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;send me a dozen long stem roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i tell you what i will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'll bend them into a crown of thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and send it right back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;your love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;don't keep me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and though i've never been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know it's always greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;on the greener side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;say you wanna give me a run for my money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;here's something i'm gonna admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it may sound funny, but Romeo, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i don't want none of your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;love, love, love, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;don't keep me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and though I've never been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know it's always greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;on the greener side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my love is like a wishing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;your love is like a clear blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sometimes it takes a thunderstorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to fill me when i'm dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;your love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;don't keep me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and though i've never been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know it's always greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;on the greener side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-4375106534005581496?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/4375106534005581496/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=4375106534005581496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4375106534005581496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/4375106534005581496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-someones-birthday-today-so-really.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcrsVL09lgI/AAAAAAAAADc/tNKKWIj8_3Q/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6325258420437046494</id><published>2007-02-02T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:12:45.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcL7AszmynI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Pa9F1uLWufg/s1600-h/flashdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcL7AszmynI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Pa9F1uLWufg/s200/flashdance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026856123545078386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS #23 - THOSE WERE THE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to a timetrip back to the 80ies ... when everything was better, well except of our taste in colour combinations and haircuts ... don't you think the guy who invented this palmtree-do should be trapped forever in the deepest dungeons of hell? het-hell. i bet the haircuts of the 80ies where the cause why hairdressers have to prove their gayness before getting their license nowadays ... anyway, those were the days. we all ran around in sneakers, funny t-shirts, listened to wild music, tried to shock our parents with piercing our faces and colour our skins ... wait ... i get the feeling that the only thing that really changed is that my back starts hurting when i bend down to pick my socks up ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something else changed. MY tv statin ... i mean the one they especially invented JUST FOR ME ... i am talking about music television ... changed into a constant ringtone commercial programm... i am to old for this ... i think i can understand what my parents thought, when i was glued to the screen in these days, watching flashing lights, streaming fabric, clothes and hair dancing in windmachine storms and very very weird people doing very very weird moves ... when you think about it it's ridiculous, but we thought it's wild ... anyway, i think they might felt like i feel now, when i am confronted with 7000 numbers per second ... 14 informations on screen and everything is so tiny ... *sigh ... but let's not think about that, let's think about the good old days when mtv was brandnew and wild and crazy and packed with wonderful clips. let's enjoy the songs that will always remind us on excellent but &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/md4srg" target="_blank"&gt;very very short movies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracks in order of appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video killed the radio star - the presidents of the united states of america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babooshka - kate bush &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=VPXiCZHmo9U" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams - eurythmics &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HnWihtoDnnc" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word up - cameo &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=u_7Kp_TapA4" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safety dance - men without hats &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QZ6buZy6L4" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a battlefield - pat benatar &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HuOhUa5GxA0" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take on me - a-ha &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WayYcrx4Gv0" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanny - falco &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ySH3WvVCFIk" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls on film - duran duran &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=I2mgD-6Nwh0" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the power of love - frankie goes to hollywood &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6xaWOOb0imQ" target="_blank"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6325258420437046494?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6325258420437046494/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6325258420437046494&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6325258420437046494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6325258420437046494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/02/talks-23-those-were-days-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RcL7AszmynI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Pa9F1uLWufg/s72-c/flashdance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2896628777859177975</id><published>2007-01-30T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:59:15.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rb81_vLgERI/AAAAAAAAADE/oWLst21Da-s/s1600-h/vanessa_redgrave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rb81_vLgERI/AAAAAAAAADE/oWLst21Da-s/s200/vanessa_redgrave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025795078281498898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we'll honour a great actress, who is going to be - do you sit? - 70 today. vanessa redgrave. i totally adore her. and even though she is completely different from signora loren who is nearly the same age, she is extraordinairy beautiful ... i do not encourage her to take (nearly) nude pictures for a wheel calender, but i also wouldn't tell her she shouldn't =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to honour miss redgrave i'll recomend to watch "if this walls could talk 2" tonight or for all the aj addicts in this freaky little community, girl interrupted ... or you might watch smilla's sense of snow??? blow up? howards end? damn she did a lot of movies, watch one tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song of the day is the only vanessa in my librairie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: vanessa paradis&lt;br /&gt;song: one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it getting better&lt;br /&gt;or do you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;will it make it easier on you now&lt;br /&gt;you got someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;you say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;one life&lt;br /&gt;when it's one need&lt;br /&gt;in the night&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;we get to share it&lt;br /&gt;leaves you baby if you&lt;br /&gt;don't care for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;or leave a bad taste in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;you act like you never had love&lt;br /&gt;and you want me to go without&lt;br /&gt;well it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;to drag the past out into the light&lt;br /&gt;we're one, but we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;we get to&lt;br /&gt;carry each other&lt;br /&gt;carry each other&lt;br /&gt;one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you come here for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;have you come to raise the dead&lt;br /&gt;have you come here to play Jesus&lt;br /&gt;to the lepers in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i ask too much&lt;br /&gt;more than a lot&lt;br /&gt;you gave me nothing&lt;br /&gt;now it's all i got&lt;br /&gt;we're one&lt;br /&gt;but we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;well we&lt;br /&gt;hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;then we do it again&lt;br /&gt;you say&lt;br /&gt;love is a temple&lt;br /&gt;love a higher law&lt;br /&gt;love is a temple&lt;br /&gt;love the higher law&lt;br /&gt;you ask me to enter&lt;br /&gt;but then you make me crawl&lt;br /&gt;and i can't be holding on&lt;br /&gt;to what you got&lt;br /&gt;when all you got is hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one love&lt;br /&gt;one blood&lt;br /&gt;one life&lt;br /&gt;you got to do what you should&lt;br /&gt;one life&lt;br /&gt;with each other&lt;br /&gt;sisters&lt;br /&gt;brothers&lt;br /&gt;one life&lt;br /&gt;but we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;we get to&lt;br /&gt;carry each other&lt;br /&gt;carry each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one...life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2896628777859177975?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/2896628777859177975/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=2896628777859177975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2896628777859177975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/2896628777859177975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-birthday-today-well-honour.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/Rb81_vLgERI/AAAAAAAAADE/oWLst21Da-s/s72-c/vanessa_redgrave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8655959648786973077</id><published>2007-01-26T10:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:56:49.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbnL2PLgEQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3tkgRrtT-E8/s1600-h/71667446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbnL2PLgEQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3tkgRrtT-E8/s200/71667446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024270991956644098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS # 22 - A HEART FOR TONI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was evil! but it made me understand the trouble tOni goes through each time i force her to kick out songs she loves, because we have only an hour. my heart nearly broke when i was forced to reduce myself to 10 movies i love. and it doesn't took a whole night to sink in that i forgot to mention at least 20 great movies i should have mentioned. i think i failed supreme on this one... another podcast on request ... a mean theme ... movies ... i mean i wasn't quite sure if i should better talk about the movie or the songs ... i am afraid i have to do some more movie podcasts ... maybe one just about musicals, what will probably lead to another series of ten ... and what about a podcast just about my favourite gay movies? or my favourite classix ... i can do at least three shows about johnny depp and tim burton, not to mention jim jarmusch ... what i did, not mentioning him (slamming flat hand against forehead)! ... anyway, i think this podcast will have a snowball effect ... i mean i haven't spoken about marilyn monroe, katherin hepburn, audrey hepburn, brigitte bardot, catherine deneuve, fuck i forgot to mention 8 femmes ... aaaaaaaaah, i need more structure, i need more time ... i need your kindness again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this as the first attempt to TRY to name the ministries favourite movies. but the problem is, i saw too many, and i love too many and i feel bad because not mentioning so many others i love, they have not deserved such a treatment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i hope you find it a bit interesting, i hope you saw the movies i mention, that's nicer because of the "yesyes, that scene was great"-thing and if not, i can tell you where you can get them ... and i have to do another one just about gay movies!!! so take this one as a teaser, just a tiny little glimpse into &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/y17fc6" target="_blank"&gt;the ministries celulloid closet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if anyone know a word i can use instead of great, mail me, i need it ... i think i overused great a bit in this one ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracks in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space patrol - peter thomas sound orcheter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin city - robert rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super freak - rick james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all star - smash mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish (komm zu mir) - franka potente &amp; thomas d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear me down - hedwig and the angry inch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain on my parade - bobby darin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty - the cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brazil - pink martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go together - olivia newton-john &amp; john travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed me - audrey 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelin' through - dolly parton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8655959648786973077?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8655959648786973077/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8655959648786973077&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8655959648786973077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/8655959648786973077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/01/talks-22-heart-for-toni-this-one-was.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbnL2PLgEQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3tkgRrtT-E8/s72-c/71667446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-6624554525569094508</id><published>2007-01-23T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:37:00.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbYFBfLgEPI/AAAAAAAAACs/5BGiY4H83jg/s1600-h/1151230018.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbYFBfLgEPI/AAAAAAAAACs/5BGiY4H83jg/s200/1151230018.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023207957486113010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSTERIOUS MUSTARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell is dijon mustard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is dijon mustard ... it comes from the city of dijon in france, me preferes this on by maille, a company that produces mustard and vinegar since the 17th century. their mustard was famous at courts in whole europe that time ... unfortunately the last member of the family maille died away in the late years of 18th century. then monsieur de rothschild bought the company. after that it was sold a lot and now it belongs to unilever ... what is the european twin of procter&amp;gamble i think ... but who cares, the mustard is still delicious! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??? - i told you, this year we'll be more educational - ok, smartassing - as usual ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to be kind, i will give you NO celine dijon as treat of the day =D i will give you something else that worships this fine fine mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: donna summer&lt;br /&gt;song: hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;album: black party grooves vol. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin' here eatin' my heart out waitin'&lt;br /&gt;waitin' for some lover to call&lt;br /&gt;dialed about a thousand numbers lately&lt;br /&gt;almost rang the phone off the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;i need some hot stuff baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;i want some hot stuff baby this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;gotta have some hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;gotta have some love tonight&lt;br /&gt;i need hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;i want some hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;i need some hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin' for a lover who needs another&lt;br /&gt;don't want another night on my own&lt;br /&gt;wanna share my love with a warm blooded lover&lt;br /&gt;wanna bring a wild man back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta have some hot love baby this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;i need some hot stuff baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;i want some hot stuff baby this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;gotta have some lovin'&lt;br /&gt;gotta have love tonight&lt;br /&gt;i need hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;hot love&lt;br /&gt;lookin' for hot love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[instrumental interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's about some hot stuff baby this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;i need some hot stuff baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;lookin' for my hot stuff baby this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;i need some hot stuff baby tonight, yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;i want some hot stuff this evenin'&lt;br /&gt;i want some hot stuff baby tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-6624554525569094508?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/6624554525569094508/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=6624554525569094508&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6624554525569094508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22145794/posts/default/6624554525569094508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/2007/01/mysterious-mustard-what-hell-is-dijon.html' title=''/><author><name>nico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10367305906270526560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/eltankula/aalterego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbYFBfLgEPI/AAAAAAAAACs/5BGiY4H83jg/s72-c/1151230018.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-2555880425596674759</id><published>2007-01-22T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:21:29.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbSWClKiPhI/AAAAAAAAACg/ei6XOHnPDfo/s1600-h/200464592-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbSWClKiPhI/AAAAAAAAACg/ei6XOHnPDfo/s200/200464592-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022804455505149458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT CHICK - THE RECIPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the most difficult thing with this recipe is to squeeze it out of tOni ... so from here on it is easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get as much chickenbreast as you want to eat, normally one (or two small ones) per person you want to feed. then you need some chicory ... again one or two per person, (we had three for two, that was perfect) and cocktail tomatoes ... you know, these nice small ones ... take five or six per person, then you need salt, pepper, a cup of cream and of course the divine dijon mustard ... it HAS TO BE dijon mustard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you put some salt and pepper on the chickenbreasts, then you butter the chicken with the mustard and let it marinate for a few hours (two will be enough but the longer the better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then roast the breasts carefully in olive oil - watch out, they should not get brown ... when the chick is nearly done, get it out of the pan, put it on a plate and cover them. then cut the chicory in half and put it into the pan, roast it a bit and add the cream, let it boil a bit and wait until the chicory is nearly done. while you wait, cut the tomatoes in half and add them. try it, and add some more salt and pepper if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TA-DAH you are done ... put it on a plate and serve it ... anddon't blame us when the neighbours bang against the wall in dislike of your moans of delight ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song of today is just about the title: TO CHINA (the plate) WITH LOVE *roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist: mando dia&lt;br /&gt;song: to china with love&lt;br /&gt;album: bring 'em in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get on the train cause i'm tired of you, boy &lt;br /&gt;you can come back when you're dressed in blue &lt;br /&gt;you won't get a penny of using me &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna send you home and hit you on sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look so small, i'm not bigger than you &lt;br /&gt;but i've got blues enough to smash your bones&lt;br /&gt;i've lit up my life with those matches i've got &lt;br /&gt;from those who stood by me when i was in pain, boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too near me nasty boy-girl&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty bad that you're still around &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna laugh when you're down and out, boy &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna laugh when you're on that lonesome ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back all the way to china in a police car from japan, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;sitting in the backseat crying &lt;br /&gt;where's your pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting my feet all drained in mud, &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna clean them when i'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn if your filthy too &lt;br /&gt;i've got enough soup for my whole generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your too near me nasty boy-girl. &lt;br /&gt;it's pretty bad that you're round my hood &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna laugh when you're down and out boy &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna laugh when you're on that lonesome ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all the way to china &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop your blood in china, &lt;br /&gt;you will get rid of that mighty stone, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;people told me you were a rich man now &lt;br /&gt;where's your pride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-2555880425596674759?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbSWClKiPhI/AAAAAAAAACg/ei6XOHnPDfo/s72-c/200464592-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22145794.post-8378987445280054544</id><published>2007-01-19T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:02:38.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbCM5lKiPgI/AAAAAAAAACU/cghB8F1_8EY/s1600-h/200476813-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8OiX-j1z2Y/RbCM5lKiPgI/AAAAAAAAACU/cghB8F1_8EY/s200/200476813-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021668505374834178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKS # 20 - WHAT YOU USE TO KNOW ABOUT EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you know about europe yet, but i know that the assumptions about europeans are wrong ... in most of the cases. not every german wears a lederhose, not every french has a baguette under his arm (only 80%) and last week they found a swedish guy without blond hair ... not everyone over here is well behaved, as your parents might try to make you believe ... i mean ... do you know why europe is called europe? - here's the story: europe (or as we call her europa) was a princess and zeus, tarned as a bull, kidnapped her to ... well, do what zeus always did with young ladies ... the thing is, europe was laid on the back of bull-zeus, and slept during the whole voyage to kreta!!! - and you know why? because that chick danced her ass off the whole night before he catched her! - and you want to know what exactly made her jump through the night? folkmusic of course ... and now, there's the next big missunderstanding ... folkmusic! some people might have told you, that european folkmusic is nice and full of harmony, praising the landscapes, the history the whatever ... forget it! there are wild folks living in europe, crazy folks, silly folks ... and you have the chance to listen to their music =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you have enough space around you, when you start listen to it, because you might feel the urge to jump ... oh, and drinking will be also very helpfull to get through this ridicilous piece of audible molesting, that was produced to introduce you to our dark and dangerous side and is called &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/58w1b3" target="_blank"&gt;the wild folks of europe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all of you, that make it through the whole podcast ... there's a hidden track just to reward you for your efforts ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracks in order of appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u samowara - cora frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calen bite - vuco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poika - hubert von goisern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gypsy beat - poems for laila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think locally, fuck globally - gogol bordello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadagora hot dub - amsterdam klezmer band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for real - athena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voto latino - molotov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la curiera - desfroos (thanx to ale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young ned of the hill - the pogues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kürbis - apparatschik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22145794-8378987445280054544?l=eltankula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltankula.blogspot.com/feeds/8378987445280054544/comments/default' title='Kommentarer til indlægget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22145794&amp;postID=8378987445280054544&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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