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I've always wanted to go to Wacken. It's been on my to do list for a few years now.
 
I can't blame you guys. Here's two photos I took in '10 and '09, I think.

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Talk about pictures that say more than a thousand words!
 
Yeah, cheers for that. Sorry for not replying on it yet, I need to go through those descriptions to see if they suit my needs. In any case, I'm narrowing it down on the two I mentioned though, haven't got the time to do a proper film marathon. :(
 
At least it's good to know that there are a few more out there. :)
You can always add a little list in your paper, and lift out the two you're going for.
 
Saturday, midnight. Real summer evening, everything perfect. My beloved is on the couch doing her work on her laptop. Myself at my PC, doing some ovedue work. Relaxing music is playing from the radio, while we're absorbing the atmosphere, doing our work, and passing the joint.

And then the door bell rings. What the fuck? Perplexed, i get up to answer the door, and right in the hallway there's an huge pond of water on the floor. Hallway and bathroom. The goddamn water exhaust from the washing machine fell off the tub, and naturally, flooded two rooms. Stopped the machine. Neighbor at the door, saying; "i just dropped by to say that it's also leaking in my bathroom! Have a nice day!". Fuck. I'm standing there thinking "this can't be real!", she's already getting the mops and a bucket so we start soaking the floor. First issue - i've recently rented this apartment and i still haven't got the time (or will) to wash the floors. They are really dusty at the corners and not really clean. So this goddamn water just collected all that dust and other shit and it was really grouse. Second issue, there's a big termo-accomulatory heater (don't know the word, thing that uses a lot of electrical power to heat the coils which heat bricks inside so they remain hot and radiate). It runs on three-phase 380V AC. It's standing there in the pond of water and dust just waiting for the real catastrophe to commence. It doesn't have any switch and the power cord is fixed in the wall. So i lower the master AC switch (auto-fuse) for the whole apartment, and there we are, in complete dark soaking that awful crap off the floor, and i washed it too, properly, afterwards.

So two hours later, we just returned to same position as we were before, and 30 mins after i just get the thought - "what the fuck just happened?!".
 
GR!  Spent the half of yesterday writing an AutoIT script, then trying to deploy Java with it only to find out that Win7 doesn't like it.

Works flawlessly on XP...

Meh.

:dead:
 
Currently reading the book, Afghanistan in the Cinema by Mark Graham. Is it me or do anthropologists not have balls? This guy is looking for machoism and racism virtually everywhere, even when it is explicitly not there (the explicitly, in his opinion, being again subtlety or something). Even the phallus has appeared already, and I only just finished chapter two.
 
It's true.

Anthropologists have no testes.

I actually really don't care for anthropology as a discipline. Sociology is just bullshit.
 
cool. It seems you've retired from maiden chat and have become exclusive to madness.
 
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