August 2008
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I just saw my old Doppelgänger, and she recognized...
Only to hide behind a book.
Whenever a photo client asked for an original file
one of my answers was: “you wouldn’t be able to open that anyway.” and is now the fatality.
No other computer seems to be able to read my raw files.
Now I really wish I had taken the plane to Berlin
So, my notebook is dead because the slightly magnetized tables in the ICE trains are runing drives hard drives placed on them. This is not only a theory but has supposedly been known for two years (not by me, obv.)
Dear technicians, you are flying to the moon but cannot figure that out?
The data I would need from it is only two lost hours of work, and all I am longing for right now is some...
SebWat, your dsl connection sucks.
I need to work!
PS.: Hello from your apartment, wherever you are at right now.
“Oh man, that girl really shouldn’t do franchise on her toenails.”
– Someone, while retouching photos of mine.
Berlin Thu-Sat/Sun
work-related. So secret, I don’t even know what for.
Signs for it being weekend
Less incoming business emails.
Can’t buy groceries or stuff on Sunday.
What Britney Spears Really Sounds Like On Stage →
(via ericlodwick)
Priceless.
So awkward.
Today, at a sophisticated hotel, I stepped into an elevator going from the parking garage up to the ground floor. The only person in the opening elevator is a liftboy. All friendly and open, I say: “Wow, you got to stand here all day?” – thinking: “What an unnecessary job in this modern elevator.”
Then I look at his tie a little closer and it has tiny logos of a car...
