Hört Hört! Der CSU Ortsverband Nabburg fühlt sich schwer verunglimpft: Blogs und wohl auch andere zeigen höhnisch mit ausgestrecktem Zeigefinger auf eine Umfrage auf deren Webseite und deren recht eindeutiges Ergebnis:
Jaha, hier wird wirklich behauptet, dass es demokratisch gewählten Politiker erlaubt werden sollte Andersdenkende aus der Stadt zu jagen!
I’ve just ordered the Optimus min three v1.5.
Yes, I’ve got a veritable fetish when it comes to input devices. But how could I resist here? It’s cute, it can be programmed, it can show webcam pictures, it’s just overall neat and sexy and geeky. I NEED it. Desperately. Or something like that.
„Oh, ein Autobahntunnel. Da muss ich immer an Urlaub denken.“
„Ich an Lady Di.“
I’m by now well past thirty, still unmarried (not single though), still living in a rented flat, still childless. I got a job with steady income though, go me!
Still, I’m still a kid at heart. So I thought. Only that I’ve recently started to increasingly notice things involving father/child relationships. Movies, other folks around me, books… The theme simply comes popping up to me more and more.
It’s highly doubtful that there is simply more of this stuff happening around me. Instead, it’s much more probable that my unconsciousness wants to tell me something. So far, I’ve tried not to dwell on what exactly. Not without much success though.
Even more irritating is that I keep noticing the „father“-angle of these things. All in all, I better hope there’s no particular order one has to do the conceive-a-child, plant-a-tree, build-a-house thingie in. Otherwise I’ll surely get it wrong.