Archive for September, 2007

STOP

Sunday, September 30th, 2007

Das Wort

Friday, September 28th, 2007

Marketing Sex Toys is all about finding a Niche and filling it.
- R Stevens

What is a hero?

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

Hey there!
After reading this post on the unsurpassable relic forums, I started to ask myself.
What is a hero?
The russians obviously have mixed feelings about Petrov, to say the least. After all he violated protocol out of a hunch that turned out to be correct. However, it is clear that hunches can lead you […]

Coolness overload

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

HALT!

HAMMERZEIT!

Intermission

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

Watch em dance (after standing around for a lot of time without moving, but its well worth the wait).

Das Wort

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

When Life is so noisy that you can’t hear your own thoughts, try turning up your volume

More Media frenzy

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

Yeah uh, remember how I wanted to buy a bed? Well, I bought 3 Andy McNab books and 2 OK Go CD’s instead. I shall hang my head in shame (and into a book while rocking out to some new music).
In case you’re not aware of who Andy McNab is, he’s a former SAS man […]

Monstered

Saturday, September 15th, 2007

So in case you’re not aware of this, here be a movie I’m certainly looking forward to seeing. It doesn’t actuallly have a title yet, because the creator is apparently dumping all his juice into making the movie itself be… well, thrilling is the word I’m looking for I suspect.
All we know is that it […]

So…

Friday, September 14th, 2007

So!
Summer seems to be over, fall approaching with big strides. Today and yesterday were both rather beautiful and relatively warm, so I’m hoping for the best. A few days ago the temperatures went into rather uncomfortable lows. So low infact it reminded me why I dislike winter.
IT IS DANGEROUS TO THE MAX!
srsly
What else […]

Der Stich

Saturday, September 8th, 2007

Wellen peitschen gegen Wände
Druck bricht Glas
Scherbengeschmetter
Gebrochene Äste ohne Blätter
Und der Duft von verbranntem Gras
Du weißt es naht das Ende
Der Sturm senkt seine Klauen
Kein Fels mehr in der Brandung
Zermahlen zu Sand
liegt er am Strand
Wasser zerrt an seiner Umrandung
Dunkle Zeiten ohne Vertrauen
Glut siedet deine Essenz
Eis überzieht was warm mal war
Rauch bricht aus dunklem Wrack
Blasen schlagen aus dem […]