Maybe I am not the right person to complain about it, as I am also quite convinced about my opinions, wrong as they may be. But some of my collegues annoy me by being right, no matter what's the subject and how off they are (or by completely missing my point)...

At least I do not answer the question "Why should it?" with "Because I say it does!". Usually I try to make up an explanation or at least try to confuse people with weird stories...

Doing my tax declaration is as fun as last year. I have some stocks, so I got from my bank lots of paperwork, including also 5 pages of "Fill in this value in this field in the tax-form". I have to copy that stuff into my tax declaration. Why don't they just send it directly (preferrably electronically) to the Tax office? You don't have more privacy the way they do it now, as the tax office can check with the bank (without noticing anybody, without needing a permission from anybody) about all your data the bank has (even shoe size...). The data for taxes already subtractad from my salary are also sent electronically to the tax office by my employer. I still have to fill all that stuff into that stupid form.

I do my tax declaration electronically, using software provided by the tax office. The data are sent electronically to the tax office. Then I have to print the stuff out and mail it to the tax office. Digital signature still years away.

The Tax program also provides helpful tips: for the field labeled Summe der für 2004 festzusetzenden (anteiligen) Gewerbesteuer-Messbeträge i.S.d. §35 EStG der Betriebe lt. Zeilen 3 bis 8 u. 26 (ohne Gewerbesteuer-Messbeträge, die auf nach §5a ermittelte Gewinne oder Gewinne i.S.d. §18 Abs 4 UmwStG entfallen) - Berechnung auf einem Gesonderten Blatt - (Don't ask for a translation, I have not yet found out what that means, and I always thought I can speak german...), OK, so for that field it provides the help: "Fill in if you can apply for stuff from §35 EStG!" Thanks. Helped immensely.

Lower Deck Hawaiian Lounge!

Humanity keeps on being interesting. There is people closing in to their 30-ies being as naïve as a 14 year old, there is people in their early twenties being as old as close to their 40-ies. And sometimes the latter behave like the further and vice versa. But, in general, it's amazing how simple they are...

Most of my wrong understanding of people seems to be overestimating them...

A wonderful Photo-Essay about farmers in Kazakhstan on whose lands the debris of Russian rockets is falling down...

In other news: my blog is getting close to 5000 visits. Thanks to all :-) Send me a screenshot of the counter if you are number 5000 and win a free guest post (or a beer, whatever you prefer).

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me


Working Class Hero --- John Lennon

Nasty little buggers...

l'éléphant barrit

l'éléphant barrit
Originally uploaded by eleric.

I think I want to live in france...

This is one of the classical situations where you can only loose...

You're walking home from the bar, having had some beer, so you are already walking more relaxed than you should. At the far end of the street you see the siluette of a really hot girl, walking towards you. She get's closer, a really hot blonde, wow, is she hot. You start to realize it feels a bit windy down there. Damn, the zipper is open. You are confused. What do I do, do I close it, showing her that it was open? Do I hope she does not realize it and just walk past her? Whoaaaa. HELP! OK, just pretend everything is fine, hope that she does not see that you are wearing the most ugly shorts beneath, smile, do not be emberassed, behave normal. Damned. She has a big grin on her face. She saw it. Even after you tried to pull your shirt over it. Sinking into the ground. AAARGHHHHH. YOU LOOSE.

The dangers of blogging...

Ouch. (found on surfmania)

Yesterday was the meeting of our bosses with the project reviewers. Seems that the reviewers were stating that it is a really interesting project, in a good state and making progress fast. For sure they confused something or were at a different meeting.

In other news: Congrats Scousers!

I would like to say: I do not know what I did wrong the last eight years... But unfortunately I kow. Tonight I danced away with a hot hungarian engineer and with a hot sports student, tomorrow I hopefully will meet a hot biologist. Something is different this Bergkirchweih. Maybe I'm turning human...

Found on the Website of O Publico

It's mine. Hands, lots of hands, are trying to get the first Stein of beer distributed at the opening of the Bergkirchweih in Erlangen (Germany). Inhabitants and tourists celebrate the 250th anniversary of tihs traditional festival.

(Very loose translation by me...)

[Edit] Sorry for the spelling errors...

I just like bars where they play songs like Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin
(More info about the album here, more about the bar on Cogumelos Aporcalhados).

Dear people who are not yet born,

if you read this post somewhere in the google archive after google has taken over the world organisation, or if you read this in a handritten note somebody made just shortly before the internet broke down: please ask your friendly neighbourhood mad scientist to borrow you his/her time machine and set the coordinates to here...