Life. Web. Work.
I can’t stop being fascinated by this hero of Internet fame. After the initial “where the Hell is Matt?†dancing video, he made a second, and now – he is back!
This wakes all my urges to go out, see the world, and have fun. I know you’ll like it too.
Almost everyone who saw the assortment of NERF guns which is loaded and ready right to the door of our apartment had a puzzled look on their face.
Almost everyone who has been to one of our parties knows that they are a lot of fun (and Michael knows that they even work in a pool – unfortunately, that pool is in the US and not next to our apartment in Hamburg).
What you can find here, however, is so much better a full fledged NERF-office-war! I need to go stock up on NERF guns immediately! I don’t feel safe anymore! 
Hey there,
I was lucky to get two days off last week, so I could join Tine and the Lawyer gang, who were on vacation in a lovely house on the danish cost for a week. And even if it was just two days, it sure felt like a long time – it was SO GOOD! We went to the beach, had BBQ, went Bowling, played games until late at night – even had fun like little children with balloons – and on the day when we returned, we found that huge trampoline-like thing which Mareike, Tine, Konz and Alex are enjoying in the picture.
You can find the whole set (including many more jumping happy people!) here on Flickr.
Hey there!
Today, Tine and I went on a little adventure. From my company, I had the invitation to go to the factory outlet of G-Star (a jeans/clothing brand), with the promise of good rebates. The outlet is about half an hour out of Hamburg, and given the sad selection of jeans left in my closet that are wearable, this was something to try.
So we drove there – really in the middle of nowhere – and entered something like a small warehouse, full of clothes. We were greeted by a shop assistant, who looked and acted more like a bouncer in a nightclub. He asked me where exactly I had gotten the invitation from, and what company I worked for. He wanted to see my passport and proof that I worked for the company (glad I had a business card in my wallet). Then, in a very serious tone, he continued like this:
“Alright, I will give you the hardcore introduction, because if we go into detail, it will take us ages. You are entering a contract with us. You may never, ever, re-sell the clothes you buy here, not in a store, not on ebay. If you do not comply, we will sue you. Whenever you come here, you can bring two persons with you. You are responsible for their actions as well. When you come, you need to present your store ID and your passport. If you cannot produce a passport, we will keep the store ID and you can get it back when you bring your passport to identify yourself. There are no refunds, so look at what you buy beforehand. No go over there to the other clerk and pay three Euros for the store ID.”Tine suggested that probably, we would need to do ten pushups whenever we did not put something back in the shelves correctly after looking at it. The shop assistant/bouncer guy was only mildly amused.
Today’s Dilbert made me feel like I got caught. No TV, fine, but no internet? I mean, I really DID buy that one hour for 3 bucks yesterday, just to get blog posts online. But unlike Dilbert, who did NOT built his canoe, I actually went to the gym for a good 45 minutes run… and before staring at the wall, I would most definitely read one of the three books I got in my suitcase. Or listen to a podcast. Or call someone. Really.
