
Snake! Call me Snake! Snake Plissken. If everyone were like him, there would be only Snake Plisskens in the world. The wonder of which would be the abstence of women, and normal citizens of anywhere.
Yesterday i watched Hotel Rwanda. A depiction of the ethnic wars in Rwanda in 1994. A million people were slaughtered by their neighbours. If there is a hell, it must be far larger and vastly more populated than heaven. War can be cruel, mass murder can be cruel, but ethnic cleansing is perhaps the most dispicable. It shames the human race. Especially those who can, but do not interviene.
Snake would have done something.
During the weekend nothing amazing happend. It was calm and nice. My new sleeping pattern is getting tired early, around 23:00 and go to bed right after midnight. Sometimes later, but still. I also wake up much earlier. Today i woke up at 5:30. Dead thirsty and freaked out by something. I woke up again at 8. I dont know if it was because of the alarm or not. My clock is set at 8, but i dont recall hearing it.
I saw a black man on the bus. Typical baseball cap, football jersy hip hop style guy. Or rap. I still dont know how to define the diffrence between rap and hip hop. Anyhow, i just realised his lips were exactly like Angelina Jolies. I dont know if that worse for him or her, or maybe better. Oh well, Jolie is the hax.
Ive told this story to some people already, but for those who know what the word "gash" means, this story will be funny.
In my local supermarket, there was some unused and closed off space which seemed to be filled with empty boxes. It was right in front of the check-out registers. It was shut with a metal fence so it was almost invisible. However, not long ago, some people thought of a better use for it, and subsequently rented or bought it to open their own business in. So far so good. At first i thought they would relocate the post office from one of the registers to this space. Nope, that wasnt it. They opened a haircut/styling business. I guess its an ok establishment - apart from that its face to face with the check out registers. Still, could be acceptable. I didnt pay it much attention at first, but the other day i finally did take a good look at the windows. From outside you see those large windows with a logo on them. I looked twice. The logo spells "Gash". Now what sort of a fucked up name is that for a hairdresser?! Its like that scene with Eric Idle which later turns into the lumberjack song. Anyhow, i think ill stop at groceries in that place, no gashes for me.
(note for the njewbs: Gash = Deep and bleeding cut, such as
this)
My new favourite song is Maria Magdalena by Sandra.

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