The lyf so short

Also, ich hab ja so meine Theorien zum Fushimi-Inari-Schrein.

Ich denke ja, das ist eine Springer-Basis. Jedes Torii steht für ein anderes Universum, und wenn man nur weiß wie, kann man vom "Schrein" aus zu jedem beliebigen Punkt springen.
Verrottete Torii stehen für tote Universen und die kleinen auf den Schreinen für weitgehend unerforschte.

Schließlich kann das doch kein Zufall sein, dass da überall Spielleiterstatuen sind, oder?

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I rest my case.

I'm so mad that I don't know what to do.

Ok, now that I'm done quoting, I'm still furious.

My brother's birthday party was - ok. Dreadfully boring as most meetings with my dad's side of the family - they're nice people, but we're living in totally different worlds, and we don't have anything to say to each other. And why my mother thought she had to invite Kene along today I won't understand. Poor guy was just sitting around politely being bored. As was I. Why do we need two massive family get-togethers - one month before Christmas? Certainly not for my brother's sake, because his idea of a nice birthday is inviting some friends over for an RPGing session, not sitting around bored with relatives who haven't got anything interesting to tell him.

Jörg is again driven with the idea of buying a house. This time, it's even more of a dream house than last time: Part of a former farm; house - without basement, but with 300 m² shed instead, huge property, a satisfying distance from the neighbours, on a hill surrounded on three sides by meadows, forests and a creek. That's the good bit. The bad bit is that the shed is very run-down, the house isn't exactly in ship-shape either (though it looks as though the damage on the house can be dealt with), and we can't really afford it.
We'll anyway take a closer look.

Now this time, we told my parents about our potential plans. Their reaction was - mostly indifference. "Farm house" made my mother go into "Don't do that" mode without explanation and without further question. All in all, they just weren't interested. I found that pretty disappointing. I mean, I don't expect them to cheer and offer to help or anything, but they could at least show some curiosity, no? I mean, if you had a daughter and said daughter and her boyfriend professed to be interested in buying a house, wouldn't you at least ask some questions about where, how much, what for, and whether we were sure we'd stay together forever then. Something of the sort? Or not?

Whatever.

( And this is pure bitching about DF, so anyone not interested in that can just ignore this. Contains colourful language. )

Aaaaaaah, that was cathartic. I mean it, though.

GRARGH.

[Isn't it such a coincidence that ONE of the people I'm addressing in this is bearing the same name as the RENT character singing the song I'm just listening to?]

And, while I'm at it, I'll write my belated DF birthday post, too. Hah.

So, happy anniversary, desperatefans. All in all, it's been a lovely year (or not-quite-year for me, as it is). We've had fun, angst, the good and the bad kind of insanity.

Somehow, the community is a lot like a huge family, my kind of family. There are the people you just can't stand, like my aunt Beate. There are people who think their Issues must be the measure for how all things are run, like my grandfather. There are people who insist on their own opinion being the only true one and whom I'd really like to slap around sometimes, like my mom and grandmom. There are people to whom all of the aforementioned applies.
There's the people who are probably nice deep down, but they're also immature annoying whiny brats at times, like my cousins Sandra and Stefan. There are people who're probably really nice, but with whom you have almost no dealings, like the Canadian part of my family. There are people you'd really love to deal with more, but somehow, it never works out, like my aunt Emmy. There are people who left too early, like my uncle Christoph. There are the people who have, maybe a bit unexpectedly, become really good friends, like my brother. And then there are the best friends sort of people, who aren't part of the family, but with us by choice. It's all there. It's a metaphor for real life!

Ok, enough of the pseudo-profound babbling. Here's to the next year.

The hospital around the corner from my parents has been closed down. It's a horribly ugly building, and I never liked hospitals much, but it was where I had my chin sewn up after that accident in kindergarten, and my arm cast after I broke it in sports class in grade 2, and where my pediatrist was at, where my chickenpox were treated and, above all, where my parents first met, working as medical-technical assistants. If not for that ugly hospital, they might never have met, and you wouldn't have to read this here now. So, I suppose a moment of silence for the hospital is in order.

... right, that's enough.

In other news, Jörg is showing me photos from his childhood. I mistook him for a girl on his grade 4 school photo. Oops.

ETA: And now, pictures from Hiroshima. How fitting. How come everybody has been to Japan?

In yet other news, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? *kicks desperatefans* First Fingolfin, now Nerdanel. You want to break my pup, don't you? *glares*

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