Love Oracle Kasbohm.
As time goes by faster and faster and the birthdays of an approaching roar, like a kidnapped ICE of the third generation, it is believed at least sometimes with the toe on the road to greater wisdom. Just to find regularly in again that the world of a few facts, but there is a lot more questions. Kasbohm No, I'm starting now just not with such mundane puzzles like 'Why are women so as they are? " or "What is the meaning of life?". Make sure you have several answers ready, as you are studying. But there are actually far more significant. Elementary Questions. Hairy issues.
Why can not I explain, for example, how to go buy clothes now? Recently, I trudged my way through the ground floor of the local men's outfitters store XY, a light sweater with V-neckline and a chic, to acquire harmonious shirt. If you know their body measurements, which may actually not be as difficult as fractions or atomic physics (for me, is both equally incomprehensible, but only on the outside). The sweater of my choice already looked into the product display cut plenty of narrow, so I grabbed a copy of precaution a number of my usual dress size. That the attributes of a commodity "Slim-Fit" does not mean that a garment will fit even with generous oversized selected at some point, I had to accept the fitting of the third copy. A real shame that my color red is not as good, otherwise I would have now a second career as Teewurst's advertising at the company Rügenwalder can aspire. Another half hour passed, until I came across a similar sweater that was not an exception for leptosome Andalusians. Was missing only his shirt. Beautiful colors so as to have the XY. I wavered between a just iridescent purple and a dazzling Brombeerton when I unexpectedly from the off was discussed.
"Will you wear the shirt in the pants or that?" (Confused staring on my part)
"Och ... times, then another. On daytime. "
" You can not. Either, or. "
" I ... uh ... I did not know that I now have to decide so. "
" You have to. The Violet is a short shirt that slips you always get out of the pants, making it very casually over the pants worn. "(At this point, I registered a critical view of the XY-skilled saleswoman at my paunch, but maybe I'm just paranoid.)" The Blackberry colored here is practically a normal shirt, but you carry so not about the pants. "
Oh ... not? "
" No, that's what the extra shorts. "
" Great. "
" What would you like for now? "
I really just wanted to look again. Thank you. "
But fashion is not only recently subjected to unfathomable mysteries, but also the music! Look here the new album by Paul Weller, Kasbohm. Since only five pieces are already on it, which I do not understand. Tempo changes from the cold pants, hectic Gitarrengeschrammel, sawing synthesizer sounds, trötende flutes, tinkling funny. Rock'n'Roll but has nothing in common with artificial Gefräse or did it just now changed, such as shirt lengths? I'm always like to open to new things, but why does Paul Weller, the 52-invent my costs and start fresh? Why attack me specifically with another concept album, and many filler, rather than let go of mundane 10 razor-sharp songs on my eardrums, I know the pack in the heart and crotch? At least offers "Wake Up The Nation" for 5 famous songs for which you'd like to have him a pat on the shoulder solariumgerötete. Nevertheless, the results still no album. And the way the hair. I'm used to it by now, but let us at this haircut does not understand even Simon Le Bon still.
Worse Them Crooked Vultures. Since I highly value the individual members, I would like the band happy. But the guys make a simpleton like me anything but easy. In 12 of 13 tracks you will not find the one that makes even the most lamentable humming or synchronous rhythmic body control an impossibility. With the ax hewn song structures, but the sound pretty brutal, but reveal a Gordian tangle, the meaning to me will not open up easily. A plate like a sudoku the killer stage. I do not understand. Too bad, too.
Alas, these questions. Even in sports you have to wonder. Primoz Pikl, Jacob factors and Maciej Kot: Why have just a remarkable number of jumpers among international athletes such funny last names? Is not it enough that the need to rush down to this baggy quality rubber suits breakneck jumps? On skis are so long, like an articulated? One can not gain at least once since a nice stage name? Something like Evel Knievel? Thank God the snow is gone and the football World Cup is coming up. There is a prominent speech a prominent speech, offside when the linesman is white and when the ball in the opponents' flailing network, calling it "Goal!" And pours in front of plasma TVs a can of Holsten on the head. This is simply understood by everybody. Clear rules are a special treat, Kasbohm.
Perhaps that is all irrelevant. At some point, you stand anyway in a sweat suit on the Hamburg road, and directing traffic. Or work as a office worker from 60 in construction, while foremen trained to be retrained about to retire to the filing holes, like the aunt Ursula'd like. Who knows all this already? I for one am then sometimes clueless.
Bugs Bunny Show,
your VDL
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