What a shocker...

Picture taken from here.

Persoanlly, I think Rowling wants to shake up people more. It could be for more money or more fuss about her person, which would be completely believable... She could be doing this for all the reasons...

Also, this proves that she has been reading too many fanfictions. I mean when I got my hands on book 5 I knew she was into them. She started to sound like them. I bet she's a total "slash/yaoi fangirl".

Still... All those clothes, the "my dear boy" comments and... come on, he took Snape in without a big fuss. Yeah, Dumbledore was so gay. We all knew it. (Or many of us.)

Not like it matters that he is...

Well, actually it does for me. I like him a bit better now. Reason being he made mistakes thanks to being infatuated with an asshole. At least he wasn't just a power-hungry, blind idiot (for all the good he intended to do and fucked up royally).

I quite disliked him from book 3 and up. He was just someone who sat behind his chess board and pushed people to and fro - and felt satisfied about it. I hate people like that. Men who think they are gods are the most dangerous ones all around. Dumbledore steered Harry like some cattle and treated him like some sacrificial lamb.

Now I'm not saying it was altogether wrong. It was the best way to get the job done. But never caring about the feelings of people is not something a "nice old grandpa" image fits. So... he got away with much, and I am sure it was better off for him to die. I actually feel satisfied he did. (Yup, still know it is a book and my life certainly does not revolve around it. Still, I kinda liked the story until the famous interview and the last book when I knew for certain that Rowling was a less-than-adequate writer. But oh well. At least the old bastard bit the dust.)

Oh and... I really think Black should have been outed too. I mean leather pants and camping out with his male friend? Now I never once saw Brokeback mountain (Intending to, but alas I was a poor student up till now and it'll be on tv soon enough...), just heard the reviews and... well, I don't wanna give anybody any more ideas but that sounds a tad bit suspicious. Black, besides being in Azkaban should have had a few girlfriends here and there, but all he had was his other three friends and a very serious friendship with Potter Sr. Makes you wonder, eh?

The 23rd...

Well, I won't talk about what happened to me on the 23rd of October for various reasons...

Let's just say I'm really getting bored of this.

In 1956 it was a freedom fight (That ended horribly and quite bloodily. Thanks to the Russians, may those trigger happy bastards rot in hell. I meant the actual ones who pulled the triggers and gave the orders, not the ones who are alive and have nothing to do with all those horrible things in the past.) This year it is not a sodding freedom fight but a weekend activity for idiots who know only how to cause a riot and damage public property. Which will be rebuilt by taxing our wages. They don't work so they don't have to pay. The bastards.

And about the government and politicians... they deserve to be target practice. Arrows, bullets, daggers, you name it, they deserve it. What they do to the country is worth a few years in prison. They are worthless megalomaniac, money-hungry assholes... well, after all they are politicians. And as we all know, politician is the synonym of money-hungry asshole.

I wish we could get one party that's just a bit less corrupt than the others. No such luck so far. I'd even welcome terrorist activity that'd blow up all our practicing politicians. We might choose better ones the second time around. (Ha! I wish!)

So... that's about my musings. I might tell the story later.

The Concert

It was awesome. (Of course it was, it was Dimmu!)

I skipped the first group, arrived on Amon Amarth playing, fought my way into the room and listened in. At the last song I messaged my friend that I actually arrived, and then we met up.
Her male friend I haven't seen for a while now, I believe I saw him last on the last Dimmu concert, when he was with that horrible friend of his.

(Long story short: I couldn't ditch that guy. I said I was going to the little girls' room, and he came with me and stood in front of the bloody door so he won't loose me. I was quite distraught, because I wanted to catch a nice, long haired guy at the concert, and the loser always clambered around me... and fought off the guys who as much as touched me during the concert. And you know how it is in a death metal concert... Still, it was kinda funny seeing the other people look at him funny when he wanted to fight back.)

So, Kriszta's friend did not bring his horrible little friend, thank the heavens. (Any heaven, your pick. I do have my own ideas too, so don't worry.) Still, we all powdered our noses, drank some stuff: beer and cola. (I had the cola, thanks to the usual medication I take. I can't drink much alcohol.) And then we went back into the concert room.

It wasn't too empty. We had to fight our way in, and as soon as it started we fought further along still. Seen as I'm 160 cm tall with high heels or a stool to stand on, it was quite difficult for me to see. Luckily people were fairly short and we were close enough to the stage so I could see most of the time. And it was awesome.

And they played Spellbound too. I was so happy.

Anyway, we were fairly close to the stage, so sometimes a push came and took me nearly off my feet - which isn't so easy. However, people seemed more grown up and shouted down the idiot who started the whole thing - most of the time.
We weren't so lucky tho, there was a total idiot behind us who screamed every word they sang and seemed like he had his own little kung-fu show going on. I put out my elbow, because I was bored of him pushing up against me a few times. (I'm allergic to idiots, they make my skin crawl.) I was lucky for a while, because the people and lines moved, so Kriszta got this blazing idiot behind her, and I got my personal ventilating system in the body of a huge guy with a leather jacket, long brown hair and a red beard. (He was hot too.) I bet his neck hurts more than mine does. I was hot anyway, so the cool air was very welcome. Just not the hair whipping in my face a few times, but he was hot, so he's much pardoned.

I wonder if he's up for takeout in the summer. ^^

Anyway, a few songs before the end came another blazing idiot, who stood behind me, and while Kriszta did her own personal kick-and-hurt thing to drive the other idiot away, this one was making me want to pull his backbone out and whip him with it. Sadly, the elbow trick does not work so much anymore. He is still alive, and prolly had a few blue and purple spots on his body. He did not budge, tho. (By the way, the bloody idiot grabbed my ass! The only thing that saved his life was that I was dragged away by Kriszta, and I wanted to get my coat before the rush. Otherwise he'd be singing in soprano.)

Still, I enjoyed the concert very much. However, I had reason to mourn too. Mustis (synth) turned into some goth-pimp by the looks of him. He looked like Lurch with long hair and in some medieval-pimp clothes. I bet all the goth girls fell for him. He made me retch. And I liked him best.

He still has that pretty hand of his, tho. I mean you've never seen a big hand if you've never met him. He has a huge hand. And I really mean huge. Long fingers, long and big hand. It's not apparent until he starts hitting some keys absent-mindedly, and his hands show. It made me think of Lasher the first time I saw it.

Still, now he looks like some poster boy for a goth girl magazine. Eeeks. I thought they were a death (ok, melodic) metal band. I hope he hits his head again, because this is just... disgusting.

And still, the concert was great. Great sound, lotsa pretty guys, fun to listen, horrible coke, too much smoke. I had to use my inhaler when I came home. I also used up my quota of the day before the concert, because I didn't want to faint in the middle. Wish they would ban smoking inside the building. Come to think of it, they should have. (Maybe I should write a nice letter...)

Oh, and my neck hurts less today. Course it's not much better, but It will. Slowly. Ouch.

Oh, totally forgot. At the end when I got my coat back some guys started pushing me... I pushed back. At least two guys flew backwards. Hehe. I am sooooo strong. ^^

Ain't he hot?

I must admit, I always had a soft spot for the Mad Hatter. (Male, female or undecided. For further details see for example Angel Sanctuary.)

(Picture drawn by Bri-chan.)

Oh and by the way... Headbanging is a bad idea. My neck hurts like a female dog.

Getting ready for Dimmu

For anybody who does not know (if I have never mentioned it before) I'm gonna go to the Dimmu concert today.
Been trying on clothes for a while now, since black feels boring now. I mean I'm not the little 16 year old rabid goth who loses herself in black nail polish, lace and silk.

...I actually planned to go in blue jeans, my Docs and a Dimmu T-shirt.

But thought better of it because of peer pressure. So now here I sit in a black-bluish corset (a lacey blouse underneath), and a frilly (black, frilly on bottom) skirt. And half my chest area and my neck is freezing.
Wish I could just go in a jeans-T-shirt getup, because now I have to hunt for a piece of silk to cover it all. (I don't think I own anything big in silk that would cover my cleavage too.)

Still, the cleavage is modest, don't you think so?

Torture of the century: Job Searching

Well, still no news from the dream jobs I found and applied for. I'm starting to worry. Some of them really sounded like a good catch. Too good to be true, I guess.

And I seriously don't wanna teach. It gives me the creeps. I didn't learn English from a teacher, I have no knowledge about tenses and whatever other grammar thingies English has. I just know how to speak, translate and that's it.
Not to mention that I *hate* to teach. It's like you are forcefully pushed in front of many people watching your every move. It's creepy.
What I want is A: marrying some old billionaire; B: getting a nice quiet job translating; or C: getting an IT help desk job.
I never felt comfortable being observed by people. No, if you need someone who loves to be watched, I can offer my friend. She loves to be seen and looked at. Me, I just wanna meld into the background and enjoy my life.

That reminds me... I need a job before I even think about dating. I'm not going to date a guy before I get myself a nice job. I'm too stressed out as I am, waiting for people to call me back. I'd be spitting back and throwing up body parts if someone tried to date me. (Wait, I do that in normal circumstances too... Oops. Oh well.)
You know... this is the best torture ever, invented by the 21st century. Yay for job searching.

Bogeyman

I turned the TV on.

Saw Michael Jackson on HBO.

I turned the TV off.

Recycled hairbands... ever wonder what they're made of?

Was browsing the net today and found this. It makes me queasy, to tell you the truth.

America, Country of Freedom

Watch this and get as morally outraged as I am.

I hope those policemen and women will be sentenced to some downtime in prison.
Thing is, it won't solve anything. Sadly.
America is as rotten as an overripe apple fallen off a tree to humid soil. Always makes me wish I were in power, but then many Americans would be sentenced to prison, put to charity work and some killed off. (Sometimes I just wish I had a button to push to launch an atomic bomb. Nothing much would be lost. Course I would have to mail Mr Gaiman to get out of there first, asap.)
Come to think of it, not just Americans, but most of them would be.
They are full of shit and proud of it.
Just look at what they did to that guy.