Sunday, July 30, 2017

First Potatoes

Yesterday: first look.
Then: peeling the potatoes.
Mhmm ... so delicious.

Today 32 Years Ago

Interesting. July 22nd this year was a Saturday as it was in 2006, when something happened in my life.
And right now I got aware of that July 30th this year is a Sunday as it was a Sunday in 1985 when I climbed Croagh Patrick on my bare feet, one week after this agnostic had "made" Station Island.
At the time I am writing this, I was trying to get some sleep on the carpark at the foot of Croagh Patrick when I got awaken by both monotone and hysteric a voice, again and again shouting "Get out of it! Get out of it!"
Carefully I opened the car door, got out and – became witness of an exorcism.

Why would people do this?

He, for example kept a promise.
An agnostic's pilgrimage.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Friday is Skyday

Oh, and by the way.
Scaramucci can't be wrong.
He knows his own kind.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Laughing Lhursday*



George Carlin

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Flying Visit

The other day
in our bathroom:
a flying visitor.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Laughing Lhursday*



George Carlin

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Degenerated

No doubt they are laughable, Xi the Pooh and Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, a President with a voice like Daisy Mouse and even less brain than Xi the Pooh, but probably more than the current US-President whose name is not even worth being mentioned.
Unfortunately, such laughable dimwits are evil, dangerous and erratic bastards in power.

In power like those who today 80 years ago in Munich declared a so-called Degenerated Art Exhibition opened.

Degenerated brains.