Quarter Life Crisis

The world according to Sven-S. Porst

Weekend¶

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Not much going on around here in the past days. A lot of work, meaning mor quality time at my office.

Weather has been strange. It was quite warm and sunny at stages – but mixed with clouds and rain. A bit like April, just warmer.
Someone help me with this. I once more heard that song which seems to be a remix of Lust for Life and sounds a bit Beastie-Boys-esque (to my ears anyway). I still don't know whom it is by and can't get it out of my head. Investigations from Google to file sharing networks didn't help either. Hints will be appreciated.
Elections for the European parliament today. The school we voted in was slightly uphill from our house.
Inquisitor – searching Google as you type. I'm not sure I really want yet-another application on my computer, but it is incredibly slick and fast.
European football championship began yesterday. This means the countries are defunct between six and ten at night for the weeks to come (you may use this to your advantage if you're planning an invasion). People are crazy – and needless to say I disapprove.
Even across the Atlantic people aren't safe. Tonight France is playing England, which supposedly is a big thing. Of course I am in favour of France, as the English tend to be seriously pissed when their team loses. Losing against France will be particularly bad as it'll prove their inferiority not only in food and weather but also in football.
Cue Tocotronic's Ich wünschte, ich würde mich für Tennis interessieren
Actually I saw a report on telly how Portugal has been locked down for the tournament. They close schools early so the kids can get home before the hooligans get up, they reinstated border controls and have air defenses up against potential terrorist attacks. Ah, the civilised entertainment that are sports!