ritas kleine welt

birgit and major. what have you done to me? this starsky and hutch fandom is lethal -- a complete wackjob. i tell ya!!! though, i have to admit, i was already into the show some 17 years ago when it was still aired on german telly. proud member of team starsky then. proud member of team starsky now! hey, i gotta stick to my beuteschema... (and, no!, that's not dubya on the right, but roland totheroh!!!)

browsing the web today, i found an insane trivia page listing all the strangest occurances on the show. like 'starsky touches hutch', 'hutch touches starsky', 'they touch each other' and 'other body contact'. not to speak of the categories 'body count', 'what time is it?' or 'booze', 'drugs' and 'literacy'. honestly! and i thought i had too much spare time in my spare time. see for yourselves.

edit: now complete with major's torino.

before i return to watching starsky & hutch, i just wanted to share the latest meme with you:

SUPPOSEDLY if you’ve seen over 70 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you’ve seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list and paste this on your Journal. Then, put x’s next to the films you’ve seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun.

here's a lovely toy to play around with on rainy or snowy days. (in other words: it's perfect for the next week or two!) it's a virtual polaroid camera tool invented by the crafty devils over at the Poladroid project site. it's a fun little gadget to pimp your holiday pictures that need just a little touch of off-colour.

alley proposed, so who am i to dispose? three guesses who it will be this time. santa? naw! the tooth fairy? nope. (but he's got teeth alright!) the tramp? you're halfway there.

gray from over at livejournal started it. and i am the willing copy-cat. naturally this post is about chaplin and, most definitely, it's anything but dial-up friendly.

there are hundreds and thousands of was of avoiding work. like using this nifty application to change yourself into a lego-figure. it's just a damn right shame that i won't be able to buy the mini-me in the end. this is my plastic version with painted on boobs and a more than usually square butt. so what's your's?

this week's collected works after a trip to the Leipziger Spinnerei where the poetry seminar group was shown round a number of galleries. and obviously i failed at recognizing art, because that board was really just a board and not some random installation like those prosthetic legs (which were pretty awesome btw!)

sabine said in case i ever manage to change 'kubla kahn' into the shape of a tramp-poem, i would have a chance to publish the collected proof of my lunacy. so in order to get one step closer to that somewhat infamous goal (who, i ask, wants printed proof of their own madness?!?), here's my assassination of john keats.