Happy New Year!

As its last official act of 2004, my computer decided to stop working. It's either the mainboard or the processor, either way, this sucks.
Luckily, Jörg's computer is still working, so it's from here that I wish you all the best for 2005. May the best of the last year be the worst of this new year!

We celebrated New Year's eve in Cologne with the WG and lots of friends and friends of friends. Come midnight, we went up on the roof to watch the fireworks above the city. It was quite spectacular, albeit smaller than last year (I guess some people have donated their fireworks budget to help organisations for South Asia.) We had quite some fun, though I was terribly tired before we even started and a spark from the fireworks landed right behind my ear, which was rather painful, but it seems to be healed over by now so it can't have been much.

In our street, some boys are still setting off fireworks.

Again, have a good New Year!

Oh, and this nice thingy I snatched from fileg:

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Get no less then 4 speeding tickets. Get your resolution here

Finally, something I might manage to keep! *g*

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( Frohes Neues Jahr! )

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IT'S ALIIIIVE!

'Twas only the mainboard battery, which my love has exchanged and now it's working again.

I gave him an "I will NOT fix your computer" t-shirt for Christmas, but I'm really, really glad he hasn't taken that literally.

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( Es leeeebt! )

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Um, what?

Somehow the fact that our upstairs neighbours just brought us a Christian bible quote calendar as a New Year's gift makes me very, very nervous. Along with the calendar came the offer to discuss it with us, though, of course, they do not mean to convert us.
Do we look like we need our daily dose of the bible? *twitch*

If I were just a bit more disputatious, I'd make a calendar of my own to bring them, with 365 random Silmarillion quotes. That, or I'd walk through the house carrying an incense burner, dispersing smokes to bless the house in the name of god and goddess.

A Christian calendar. Eru gracious. It's not enough that they chose to think of me as Jörg's wife, now they try to get us converted. To a religion we belong to anyways, if only nominally. *headshake*

In other news, burnt punch! *glee*

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( Hat man Worte? )

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