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Random Ranting XXIV
Sep. 25th, 2005 09:52 pmWe have a new printer. Our old one died sometime after my Japanese exams. We still had Jörg's laser printer, but that only does black-and-white. Well, now we have a new colour printer, too. Which is, apparently, moste excellente.
After the wild creative shopping spree at Boesner on Friday, I decided that it was finally time to clean up the battlefield that I call my desk. This meant buying some add-ons to my bookshelf at Ikea, and lo and behold! I finally managed to find a space for all the books I've got in our flat now. Which is still only the third part of my collection, alas, but the rest will have to wait at my parents' until I finally have the space for them.
Among the things I bought was invisible ink. Precious, isn't it? I came home and showed Jörg. Comment: "Ah, yes, cobalt-II-chloride. I have some of that in the cellar, too."
... meep.
Boesner, at any rate, is my new favourite store.
The tidying up will take some more time, though.
I threw out all the stupid ADAC (the German automobile association) magazines. Finally. I get one each month and NEVER read them, so using them to fill up my shelf is really rather pointless. Eru, was that ever satisfying.
One of Jörg's beloved documentaries brought up a dog who 'works' as a bat search dog. As in, the bats who fly through the air. The dog's name was Bruce Wayne. Here's me being amused. Also, now I finally know where the weird names of the tracks on the Batman Begins score come from. D'uh. Feel slightly foolish now.
I'll officially be going to London in November. For three days. In the middle of the week.
The way my university schedule currently looks, I'll only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday. Hoh, joy.
Did I mention how much I hate the online registering system? With cultural anthropology, they have the brains to only open registrations from end-September on, which means that EVERYONE has a chance to get into classes. In English, they don't. You have to register a year ahead by now or you'll only get waitlisted. Also, uk-online keeps fucking up on me. Modern times be damned, on this occasion I'd really rather just go and sign my name on some list on some professor's door, which worked perfectly well, thanks very much.
*le sigh*
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( Zusammenhangloses, XXIV )
After the wild creative shopping spree at Boesner on Friday, I decided that it was finally time to clean up the battlefield that I call my desk. This meant buying some add-ons to my bookshelf at Ikea, and lo and behold! I finally managed to find a space for all the books I've got in our flat now. Which is still only the third part of my collection, alas, but the rest will have to wait at my parents' until I finally have the space for them.
Among the things I bought was invisible ink. Precious, isn't it? I came home and showed Jörg. Comment: "Ah, yes, cobalt-II-chloride. I have some of that in the cellar, too."
... meep.
Boesner, at any rate, is my new favourite store.
The tidying up will take some more time, though.
I threw out all the stupid ADAC (the German automobile association) magazines. Finally. I get one each month and NEVER read them, so using them to fill up my shelf is really rather pointless. Eru, was that ever satisfying.
One of Jörg's beloved documentaries brought up a dog who 'works' as a bat search dog. As in, the bats who fly through the air. The dog's name was Bruce Wayne. Here's me being amused. Also, now I finally know where the weird names of the tracks on the Batman Begins score come from. D'uh. Feel slightly foolish now.
I'll officially be going to London in November. For three days. In the middle of the week.
The way my university schedule currently looks, I'll only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday. Hoh, joy.
Did I mention how much I hate the online registering system? With cultural anthropology, they have the brains to only open registrations from end-September on, which means that EVERYONE has a chance to get into classes. In English, they don't. You have to register a year ahead by now or you'll only get waitlisted. Also, uk-online keeps fucking up on me. Modern times be damned, on this occasion I'd really rather just go and sign my name on some list on some professor's door, which worked perfectly well, thanks very much.
*le sigh*
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( Zusammenhangloses, XXIV )
