Lilli Marleen

Lillis place for rants and musing about life, universe and the whole rest. Mostly left, mostly sarcastic, sometimes in german, sometimes in Lilli-english.

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As you might see soon, english is not my mothertongue. And since english speaking people are used to others stumble around in their language, I hope I don't make too much of an idiot of myself here. So - my deepest apologies adressed to the English Language for not worshipping her better.

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Blogs I like:
Arons Israel Peace Weblog
Daddy, Papa & Me
The Lefty Directory
view from the back window of my pickup truck
Hi, I'm black!
Papa Scott
A Fistful Of Euros
The Russian Dilettante
Little Yellow Different

German Blogs I read:

Lyssas Lounge
London Leben
industrial-technology and witchcraft
Anke Groener
Almost a Diary
Beruf Terrorist

Other links:
Social Democrats in Germany
Die Zeit
(a german newspaper)
(the german magazine)
Internet Ancient History Sourcebook
Roots of English Dictionary
Rautavistische Universitaet



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Samstag, April 24, 2004
I have no idea, why, but everytime, I go to G├╝lay and have my hair made, she comes to me and instead of the yellowish press stuff, I get something special to read. It's the English(?) magazine Bizarre.
And I must admit, even when Dwarves in love or the sex life of disabled people (called "cripple sex" in the text) and a museum for mummies in Mexico and some other strange more of less sexy habits of some people don't belong to my daily reads, I read through it, because there are some really interesting writings in there (Believe me Darling, I read the Playboy just for the brilliant journalists who write the articles in it).
And in there I found something really interesting about how people try to not become a target by a suicide bomber.
They hand a bag of pig-meat in the place (the bus or the room or so), because the terrorist usually is a muslim and he won't go straight to paradise with te 100 virgins (or whatever) when the pieces of his exploding body will muggle up with pieces of a dead pig.
What a great idea! I mean - seriously, that's a wonderful idea! And how about a little amount of menstruation blood? Isn't that considered "dirty", too? Wouldn't contact with that send the bomber straight to hell or so?
If so, just let me know where to send my tampons, I'll pay the stamps.

But that all leaves one question for me. Was it my offer to help her with the Bondage Barbies dangling from her ceiling, or what was it that made her think, I'd prefer Bizarre to Gala or any other yellow stuff?