It's been another busy worst-day, dear worst-reader. It started with early day chores having something to do with goodies for evening grub consumption. The joke is always on me, though. Reason? I'm the one that has to prepare the evening grub. And I'm no good at getting the grub. But at least I can cook … Continue reading To The Right Of The Noodles The Cute Left Rear Door Of The Mini (And That’s What She Said)
Tag: Germany
Storms & Tech In Germania
Struggling, dear worst-reader. Struggling. It is so wet here--here in worst-writer country--that one can feel it in the bone(s). In fact, one of the warnings from all the extreme weather has been to watch out for falling trees. Parks have been closed, don't you know. The ground is so wet from so much rain … Continue reading Storms & Tech In Germania
When Your Creek Finally Becomes A River Paint Your Car Ridiculous Or Dig It Out
The Rhine is swelling, dear worst-reader. Even though we're not having the bomb-cyclon winter storm that my beloved east coast #americant is having, the weather in old Germania plays strange all the same. Check out how close the river is to the tree top and the dike in the pic above. The vehicle almost buried … Continue reading When Your Creek Finally Becomes A River Paint Your Car Ridiculous Or Dig It Out
Sous-Vide Goose With Asian Rub Will Be Served In 22 Hours With Chinese Dumplings And Red Cabbage
Nine month old Goose vacuum packed and in bath water of 65 degrees celsius (ca 150f). Also known as Sous-Vide. Before dig-in will place bird on the Weber grill for about 20-30 minutes to get it crispy. The Chinese dumplings to go with it are supposed to have a filling made out of the innards … Continue reading Sous-Vide Goose With Asian Rub Will Be Served In 22 Hours With Chinese Dumplings And Red Cabbage
Roadkill And Other Forms Of Scaring Ausländer Out Of Germania
The horse in the pic above literally asked me, albeit in German, to leave his country. The fish in the moat around some #eurowasteland baroque castle said nothing. The flying rat reminded me of the story I'm about to tell. And the headless mouse reminded me of all those in my beloved #americant that got … Continue reading Roadkill And Other Forms Of Scaring Ausländer Out Of Germania
Twenty Four Hours A Difference Make
Actually, dear worst-reader, it's not quite 24 hours. The snow-pic I took yesterday afternoon. The rain pic I took before noon today. Yesterday's snow storm was a sight to see--if you live in this region of wet-weather-torn Germania. It will snow every once-a-once here and the snow will be gone by the next day, but … Continue reading Twenty Four Hours A Difference Make
Not A Worst #Brunch
Good food, good conversation and worst-writer? Good idear or bad idear? I guess that's what it's all about in these worst-times, or, dear worst-reader? Indeed. Good food! Of course, we can't let such an opportunity pass without a bit of ranting. Attendees of this Bruch: A Russian, a Serb, an American and a German. And … Continue reading Not A Worst #Brunch
Geblitzt Again And Again And Again Again
So what's my excuse this time? I'm 7 km/h above the 50 km/h speed limit. Go figure. I can't remember how many times I've been caught doing five to ten km/h above a speed limit and then get this stupid letter. Can't they at least take better care to take my picture? I mean, this … Continue reading Geblitzt Again And Again And Again Again
My Grandfather Served In WW2 On The Losing Side
https://twitter.com/attn/status/898328098529083394 “Growing up, I was surrounded by broken men ― men who came home from the war filled with shrapnel and guilt. Men who were misled into a losing ideology. ... And right now they’re resting in hell.” -Arnold Schwarzenegger My grandfather was in the German Navy in WW2. I'll never forget him telling me … Continue reading My Grandfather Served In WW2 On The Losing Side
Eight In The Morning
No. Seriously. Like. I'm walking Beckett, the killer pug. It's eight in the morning. I notice people in the water... Swimming in the Rhein? Ah. Yea. Very strange. To each his/her own, eh. Rant onwards. -T
A Grave Not Quite Mine (Yet) But I Like Shopping Around All The Same
So. Like. I'm riding my bike around a god-knows-where northern Germania vacation village. On the one side of me I've got the Baltic Sea and Denmark and on the other side hellacious church bells ringing as though there's no tomorrow. So I turn the corner and approach the bells that are thundering and the first … Continue reading A Grave Not Quite Mine (Yet) But I Like Shopping Around All The Same
Über Health Insurance Money To Burn Equals Butcher Doctors Galore
About ten years ago I got a nasty tick bite between my big toe and my pointer toe on my left foot. I was doing some garden work visiting family in my beloved #americant and I wore sandals when I should have worn boots. Although I managed to get the tick off without much hassle, … Continue reading Über Health Insurance Money To Burn Equals Butcher Doctors Galore
Half Century Knee And The Slight Bump Of A Car Upon It
Got hit by van the other day. Can you believe it? The know-it-alls say that that line of distortion in the X-ray could (could!) be a tibial plateau fracture. Yea. The van hit my left knee. Cool! Update: It's not a fracture. Whoopi. And get this, I get to get my first MRI so they … Continue reading Half Century Knee And The Slight Bump Of A Car Upon It
Hit By A Van Almost Down By The River And It Was Obviously My Fault. #Hooray!
What an exciting afternoon in good ole Germania. Have I volunteered, dear worst-reader, what I actually think about my expat host country? Well, there's no time like the present to NOT volunteer such things. With that in mind, I was hit by a van today while riding my new über e-bike through the city. As … Continue reading Hit By A Van Almost Down By The River And It Was Obviously My Fault. #Hooray!
Rats Chasing Luv Or Am I Cool To The Secret Police?
Green Green Green And More Green
There's too much green in Germany. But I think I've worst-said that before. Ranting onward, ho!
Exercise In Translation: F-Word In German Not A Type Of Insect
Translating the German f-word and feeling some cumuppance. And so. Another example of living-the-dream in #eurowasteland with Margo Honecker's Germania-galore protege Merkel and the aristocrats with all the inherited money that afford us park benches. Or maybe not. Ranting onwards.
Germany And Why #Trump And His Ilk Hate That
This is just a list (bullets followed by minor worst-explanations) I've been putting together in my head since reading that #Trump thinks Germany is bad, bad, real bad. I guess, in a way, I'm kinda jealous of Trump--you know, his bullhorn is so much louder than mine. Still, that's why the tech-gods gave us all the … Continue reading Germany And Why #Trump And His Ilk Hate That
Angry Men + Cheating Wives = Sloppy Tree Choppers
I take this snapshot while walking in the park and then ask my better-half why someone would cut down a fledgling tree--where w/out special government permission it's illegal to cut down trees--and then spray-paint "Hurensohn" (son-of-a-whore) on it. She turned to me as she often does with half a cynical wink in her left eye. It's … Continue reading Angry Men + Cheating Wives = Sloppy Tree Choppers
Exercise In Translation: Is #Germany Bad Or Evil And What To Do If Someone Wants Both?
https://youtu.be/sKByqtthACo Go 'head, dear worst-reader. Ask me. Ask me if I care how many German cars are sold in my grand and beloved united mistakes. Indeed. I don't care. All I know is this: I've been driving Audis (in Germany, on German Autobahns) for most of the time I've been an expat. FYI, I've also been … Continue reading Exercise In Translation: Is #Germany Bad Or Evil And What To Do If Someone Wants Both?
Never Unknow: There’s Always Someone Watching When You Pee Or Fighting The Collective You Didn’t Know You Joined
Update: holly-krapp-olly! I've since been informed that I seriously broke the law pissing on/near a German water plant the other day. If I would have been caught by a German policeman (instead of one of the policeman-in-a-policeman-in-a-policeman that make up Das Volk) I would be facing a heavy fine and possible jail time. Which means, I guess, … Continue reading Never Unknow: There’s Always Someone Watching When You Pee Or Fighting The Collective You Didn’t Know You Joined
Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She?
There are moments, dear worst-reader, where I love the German language. There are also moments when I don't love it. But that's not what this worst-post is about. Even though I've given up studying the language--because I reached a point many years ago where I not only would dream in it but I achieved such advanced forsight … Continue reading Excercise(s) In Translation: A Schlampe Is Not A Bitch. Or Is She?
Who You Pay When The Customs Agent Comes With Rhino Horn Powder
Having a bad day. This is a NSFW post. No. Seriously, dear worst-reader. Just a few moments ago I almost got into a fist fight with a German customs agent. Ok, well, maybe not a fist fight. So let me set this up. Taking Beckett, the killer pug, for his afternoon waste-my-time walk, we come … Continue reading Who You Pay When The Customs Agent Comes With Rhino Horn Powder
Who Hates Who Most Or How To Compare Hairdos Between #Merkel, #Trump and #Putin
It was a good press conference, I'm sure Trump would say. But then again, what else can he say? I mean, come on, dear worst-reader. Have you actually listened to him talk? He talks like... a butthole from a rejected William Burroughs novel Cousin ITT from The Munsters (after he finally got a hair cut) … Continue reading Who Hates Who Most Or How To Compare Hairdos Between #Merkel, #Trump and #Putin
Pumpernickel Love Life Or The Best Ever Name For Bread
Not sure if I never noticed it. Or. How could I have missed it? Check out the marketing on the packaging of this bread I bought the other day. Hello! College edumacated grads the world over take notice of your useless work. And while you do so, what's up with the love making couple on … Continue reading Pumpernickel Love Life Or The Best Ever Name For Bread