Mythbusting

*sighs*

Ok. Let me bust this particular one just now. aervir will know why. ;)

Ich bin ein Berliner -

Now there was this smart-ass American (this isn't against Americans in general. Generally, I like Americans.* She or he was from the USA, that's all) pointing out that what Kennedy said was actually, "I am a doughnut".
Because, supposedly, "Ich bin Berliner" means "I am a person from Berlin", whereas "Ich bin ein Berliner" means "I am a Berliner", which is a sort of doughnut filled with jam.

No.
Both these sentences can mean "I am a person from Berlin." The connotations are minimally different, but more in the "I am from Berlin" vs. "Well, what can you do, I'm a person from Berlin after all" kind of sense, not in the doughnut sense.

Even though "Ich bin ein Berliner" can also mean "I am a jam-filled doughnut" in parts of Germany, in Berlin itself, it wouldn't. Because in Eastern Germany - which includes Berlin - the "Berliner" kind of doughnut isn't called Berliner (much as the kind of sausage known as "Wiener" and "Frankfurter" isn't called "Wiener" in Vienna, nor "Frankfurter" in Frankfurt). In Eastern Germany, the "Berliner" kind of doughnut is known as "Pfannkuchen" (yes, the word the rest of the republic would use for pancakes. Pancakes, on the other hand, are "Eierkuchen". Correct me if I got this wrong, eliathanis.). The sentence "Ich bin ein Berliner", therefore, would in Berlin itself be understood just as Kennedy meant it, without any doughnut implications. - It wouldn't have these implications in the South, either. In the South, "Berliner" doughnuts are "Kräppel" or "Krapfen". Confused? Yes, Germany may be a small country, but we have a lot of language variety nonetheless.

I still don't know what that has to do with the Glorious 25th, but of course, I shouldn't expect logical thinking from self-righteous people who can't see a celebration of humour for what it is.

Also, I know how silly it is to get hung up on this. But if there's one thing that annoys me it's people who picked up something semi-true somewhere at some time spouting said semi-truths as some sort of big revelation.

*Of course I could now crack jokes about how "Amerikaner", American, is also a name for a sort of doughnut-dough flat bread glazed with sugar in Germany, but - nah.

A, sir Launcelot, if ye woll do so and holde thy promise! But I may never beleve you.

Today was the very last Medieval Literature class.
Very sad.
Additionally, we were reading the bit about King Arthur's death, and Gwenhyver's and Lancelot's parting, which made things even sadder.
*sniffles*

Afterwards, we went to boesner, which is an arts supply store. Due to a schedule mix-up *cough* we missed the lottery... but we found loads of lovely stuff, as always. I decided to start an experiment and bought some pastel pens and a sketchbook with dark paper.

The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent experimenting with said lovely new stuff. I tried drawing faces. When I had finished two, I noticed that they were practically two thirds of the C-unit, so I decided to finish that.

See? Totally the C-unit.

And after that, I thought I could as well do all the brothers. - Draw all the brothers, I mean.
So there are the twins - even looking vaguely similar (and vaguely confused. Or are they feigning innocence?)!

And, of course, the big brothers, too.

Huzzah!

fuchs? Please tell your dad a big thank you for me. I was so embarassed and confuddled I forgot to say that when I left.
Also, I forgot my paintbrushs and other sketchbook and the boesner book, which just goes to show that it's good the head is sewn stuck on so I at least don't forget that...
*verpeilt*