Universitätswahl

Ich wusste es doch schon längst - ich bin eindeutig auf der falschen Uni gewesen. Es wurde mir nur nie so deutlich vor Augen geführt.
Allerdings nach einigen Jahren hier in UK muss ich gestehen, daß der männliche Auge hier auch nicht allzu kurz kommt. Vielleicht nicht so stark auf dem Campus aber mal ehrlich - das wahre Leben fängt doch siewieso erst ab 11 Uhr Nachts und nicht auf dem öden Campus sondern in den Clubs ;-)

Welcome to peaceful Manchester

I know that the title is a bit ironic but this somewhat macabre title just underlines the horrible reality with people leaving in this city have to deal with on everyday basis. Actually, whether you lived long enough in Manchester or not can be detected very easily - if you didn't find the tile of this post sarcastic than you are still a greenhorn in the rough North.
A car of a good friend of mine got broken into. She is giving the footage on her forum. The link to her post can be found here.
After living for nearly more than 3 years in UK I still can't understand why is small crime like this proliferating. It is really strange that people who commit these crimes don't really care about consequences. Either the punishment measures of them seem to be to soft or they are just sick in their heads and this seem to be genetic.
This story is just a parade example of what seems to be more or less normal in this city. If I tell somebody that my car got broken into I will be confronted with other people exposing same experience. I mean a more severe punishment is might be not a solution as it assumes that these people has to be caught first but at least giving more power to victims would be appreciated. This reminds me of the next story which happened nearly a year ago to another friend of mine. He caught the people who were about to break into his car (check this out - in his garage) and got down one of them with a baseball bet. Now guess what... he had a choice between being sentenced to 3 weeks of jail or being fined for inappropriate use of force as the stupid *** whom he got down was under 18... such a pity that you can't ask them for their age fist before they are about to knife you.

How to discover that the guy watched too much of porn?

Well this is not that difficult actually... just check out the following snippet from an MSN conversation that took place today.
... bla bla bla ...
[15:59] female: how is the food she ordered compared with what I ordered before?
[16:01] male: hmmm....
[16:01] male: it is different in a way
[16:02] male: well actually not very different
[16:02] male: she ordered more of the things we used to...
[16:02] male: prones in any possible form
[16:02] female: prawns?
[16:02] male: yes
... bla bla bla ...
[16:09] female: she ordered your favourite 'sweet and sour something'?
[16:11] male: no she didn't
[16:11] male: that was something with nudels
[16:11] female: noodle?
[16:11] male: yes
... bla bla bla ...

So now it is just a simple method of deduction with will lead us to the clue. Consider following similarities prawn =porn, noodle=nude... isn't it more than obvious. Damn, this terminology gave away too easy.

Mac vs. PC

Yet another runner of our department. Every real computer geek should check out that video. I'd probably would elect this video to the best parody I've seen since a really log time. So geek in...

What is the best on womans' tennis

Just had a discussion with one of my female colleagues and was promptly inspired to share my thought with the world outside my room. The argument was that my colleague complained that women’s tennis was so brutal – all the yelling, screaming and what ever else will fall into this category of sound accompaniment.
I myself, personally, enjoy all the screaming and other sounds some female tennis player make which you would normally associate with your bedroom.

Some of the players do really make it easy - check the picture on the right side :-) I mean honestly… the only reason for us (real men) to watch this game is because of all the short skirts and hot looking bodies jumping around on the court in the dimmed light of the sun. These athletic statues shining from the sweat… man who can ever resist… and not add the screaming and yelling… gosh, this is just gorgeous ;-)

Sex, Drugs and Rock'n'Roll

Aaaa.... getting overwhelmed with spam messages. Why do people care about my sexual life/problems, why do they think that my girlfriend is unsatisfied with the size/performance I'm offering, why do they think that I do have inadequate behaviour only because I think I've got something infinitesimal down under. I mean, they even don't know whether I do have a girlfriend at all!
Jest check out this parade example of what I have to deal with every day in my mailbox:

"Girls lie when they say "size doesn't matter" that's just to make us feel better,
The truth is they want their partner to have a huge one, and they will keep searching until they find it!
Now you can be that big man with the new improved and doctor recommended enlargement pills."

Ridiculous stuff! I'm an average Joe exhibiting studish behaviour patterns. That doesn't necessarily mean I am overcompensating for something or gone mental due to the size of some certain things ;-)

Home vs. Office

What is it all about working from home. It has been pouring with rain like mad over the last week and I got the glorious idea of working home (rephrased that would mean that I as a way too lazy to get my umbrella and catch the bus to the office). Rain or severe weather warnings are always a welcome reason to suspend oneself for a chilled out work in the comfy home environment. The only thing which disturbs me in this bold venture is that I am not getting any work done!

Most of my freaky academic friends do swear by all the orders of knighthood that they are much more productive from home rather than in the office. On the contrary, I am not. I end up cleaning my table, watching some highly spiritual contents on the internet (this comment was made in one of my sarcastic friend's honour ), chatting with people and winding myself up that I am not doing anything. Oh... and I forgot to mention another avocation I am pursuing - blogging ;-)