I was on the brink of starting an odyssey of harry potter movie viewing as i saw a new entry in skype. I always want to give an opportunity to people to tell me how annoying i am talking to them as they sign in, so when Karen did so there was no hesitation whatsoever. It is true that she never speaks to me first so i add that to my annoying factor and having received my fix i proceed into asking what happened with her fixed to break down laptop. She kindly as always explained to me that it had to be send out to the embassy of acer which provoked my curiosity since she is residing in a very central part of Germany which was supposed to have everything, from cameras and pc's to overgrowing Turkish population and exquisite kebab stands as a result. The reply i got was that it had to be send out to the acer company which was stationed in a northern German city. I immediately pictured the secluded dark location and went on to discover the code and purpose of this heretical company. The actual anagram of acer is cera which means deer and horned in ancient latin and although the bearing of horns is misjudged as a symbol of infidelity and scorn these days in the old pantheon days to bear horns meant you were blessed and fertile. Satyrs where the bearers of horn and we all know what they did. So i pondered in what seemed like forever in these two seconds time till i realized that there was a plan in repopulating the earth through broken down laptops. And there i stumbled upon the truth as to why the acer service was really awful:
they wanted to be able to monitor their subjects through a constant relation through computer crashes!
I had to tell Karen about this plot that would jeopardize her life, her laptop and her ability to call distant remote Arabian countries!But would she believe me...
midday tuesday's dim
There is this distinctive smell of a thunderstorm right before it hits you as you stand hopelessly in love starring those cute little ducklings at the park. And before it crashes on you it will hit your nostrils as this sure and unquestioned sign of impending moisture on the air. Then you are drown in a tsunami of mixed sentiments.
"Moisture?Oh my God! Did I forget the heater on?
"Do i look ok, kind of like Gene Kelly when he was singing in the rain,or should i go for the Clooney look in the perfect storm?"
"Is it maybe time to take this long thoughts like in the movies when someone faces his own end?"
Then the first drop hits you and all is gone and you find yourself in a baptism of water.
So i sat there in the midst of the pouring rain and went for my umbrella. With horror i realized i had none, so i punched a passing nun[action i performed only for rhyming reasons]and i was ready to hit the singing scene when suddenly i was facing a band of ruthless benedictan monks[they are vicious, mean and bloodofchrist thirsty]. I took to my ancient king fool lessons and adopted the old Chinese method of"idontknowwhodiditijustgothere", which is always more easy to do than to write. Unfortunately they counteracted that with the old "dontgiveusthatshit"technique and prepared to ascend on my bottom, ergo kick my ass.
The scene was set, the pawns were set, the rain was falling heavy and my umbrella was purple. it was truly a time for actions that speak louder than words, but since i am writing that down that means that words are actually more important for description's sake and that destroys my whole quest for action so i will skip some lines as i am not in the mood for action and adventure and buttkicking drama which usually sells out.
The end of this boring Tuesday morning found me holding on to my yellow umbrella, starring as the sun was slowly piercing the black clouds and proceeding to reign the sky as a true monarch. I yelled to hell with kings of the old and found the nearest cave where i presume to wait till the end of his days come happily ever after, amen...
"Moisture?Oh my God! Did I forget the heater on?
"Do i look ok, kind of like Gene Kelly when he was singing in the rain,or should i go for the Clooney look in the perfect storm?"
"Is it maybe time to take this long thoughts like in the movies when someone faces his own end?"
Then the first drop hits you and all is gone and you find yourself in a baptism of water.
So i sat there in the midst of the pouring rain and went for my umbrella. With horror i realized i had none, so i punched a passing nun[action i performed only for rhyming reasons]and i was ready to hit the singing scene when suddenly i was facing a band of ruthless benedictan monks[they are vicious, mean and bloodofchrist thirsty]. I took to my ancient king fool lessons and adopted the old Chinese method of"idontknowwhodiditijustgothere", which is always more easy to do than to write. Unfortunately they counteracted that with the old "dontgiveusthatshit"technique and prepared to ascend on my bottom, ergo kick my ass.
The scene was set, the pawns were set, the rain was falling heavy and my umbrella was purple. it was truly a time for actions that speak louder than words, but since i am writing that down that means that words are actually more important for description's sake and that destroys my whole quest for action so i will skip some lines as i am not in the mood for action and adventure and buttkicking drama which usually sells out.
The end of this boring Tuesday morning found me holding on to my yellow umbrella, starring as the sun was slowly piercing the black clouds and proceeding to reign the sky as a true monarch. I yelled to hell with kings of the old and found the nearest cave where i presume to wait till the end of his days come happily ever after, amen...
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