who'd want to be a millionaire?

you know, that quiz show. last summer, in the french edition of it (Qui veut gagner des millions?), showmaster Jean-Pierre Foucault asked a candidate:

"What revolves around Earth?

A: the moon
B: the sun
C: Mars
D: Venus"

the candidate (beyond middle age, not looking like he grew up in a pigshed) was clueless, which would be bad enough, but the real desaster followed when he asked the audience. check the video. where is this world, uh, revolving to?

challenge

so you think you are more drunk than i am? seriously? raise your hand if you really think so. not two hands, just one. not two left hands, damn you!
anyone who raised their hands, i will have just one more tequila with you. just one last tequila.

*dropping into bed*

waitin' for the hurricane

the weather guys have been promising us a hurricane for this night. his name, they say, is Kyrill, and he is supposed to be approaching central europe at 130 km/h or more.

he should have been there hours ago. people went home early from work, university classes have been canceled, something very close to mass hysteria very nearly broke out, so that everyone could get home before the storm. well, Kyrill hasn't come yet. so far he is just a lame excuse, more original than most. "why didn't you show up? we were having a date!" "oh, awfully sorry, i had to stay home because of the hurricane."

still, he isn't totally harmless. he has killed six people in germany. will he get here, or won't he? he's slowly killing me by means of suspense.

chain smoker

i smoked a cigarette today, to prove that i am not a militant non-smoker.

having made my point, i will not smoke any more cigarettes for - probably - two years or so.

an intelligent girlfriend (who lived her life rather close to mine for more than two years) once told me i am a nicotine addict - i just don't need a big dose. yet.

guest comment by: the turtle

I am a little turtle and I don't think I have a name. I have to run a race against a greek guy named Achilles, and I don't know why. I think it is some joke, made up by some philosoffers (I don't realy know what they are either). Some people in Vienna have made a magazine named Der Bagger, and they have put in a weird article about me. If you can understand German, and if you are good at math, you can read it. If you can't, and if you are not, you can still look at the cartoon. The guy whu drew it is rather nice, and i thin it is very like me.

yewberries

just for the beauty of them. (did you know you can eat them? only the red part, not the kernels, they are damn poisonous. so is all the rest of the tree.)