#hamburger

Dolore. Irrequietezza. Sofferenza. Paura. Angoscia. Disperazione.
Arroganza. Superbia. Crudeltà. Sadismo. Appagamento.
Quattro reietti e un super bullo.
In sostanza, fu tutto ciò che Kaede vide e percepì osservando quei minuti da film splatter di bassa produzione. Non provò sensazioni o emozioni particolari, non era un fan dei demoni così come non lo era delle entità villain, potrebbero torturarsi e ammazzarsi a vicenda autoeliminandosi dalla faccia della Terra che sarebbero tutti felici. Non provò pena per i demoni ne esaltazione per le gesta di Dimitri, tuttavia, non poté non riconoscere che quella materia oscura era davvero un qualcosa di affascinante, ma quando arrivi da una famiglia come quella dei Bailey, che ad entità probabilmente non ha eguali, quando hai vissuto per anni sotto la diretta ala protettrice di Satana, quando hai visto da vicino la disarmante crudeltà di un tale Niklaus, probabilmente nulla ti stupisce più. Fatto sta che, quando Dimitri finì le riprese del suo personale splatter, si ricordò /ahimè/ della presenza di Kaede, e con elegante beffardaggine si rivolse a lui, facendo riferimenti a suo nonno e, dandogli un appellativo al quanto odioso.
-Sai, immagino che il vecchio Satana sia consapevole del fatto che nemmeno lui in persona sia in grado di battere Jared, quindi penso sia logico mandare scagnozzi da un'entità sconosciuta come te-
E no, Kaede non ha l'abitudine di fare riferimenti sotto intesi, purtroppo /o per fortuna/ ha la tendenza ad essere sin troppo schietto.
-E per la cronaca, l'unico cucciolo che vedo sei tu, solo un bulletto da quattro soldi poteva inscenare uno spettacolo così scadente, mia sorella Anastasia avrebbe fatto di meglio tch!-
Ok, va bene essere arroganti, ma ogni tanto imparare a stare zitto è cosa buona e saggia caro Kaede, soprattutto se sei consapevole di parlare con un tizio che se gli partono i cinque minuti può farti il popò a stelle e strisce.
Conversazione finita, tutti a casa e a mai più rivederci. /EEHH VOLEVIII/ e invece no, perché Kaede nemmeno sotto tortura sarebbe in grado di stare zitto eh..ma quando mai!! E mentre gli voltò le spalle, riprendendo a camminare per la sua strada, rispose alla sua ultima domanda.
-Devi avere una vita davvero triste se il tuo passatempo è analizzare gli alberi genealogici degli altri, ad ogni modo io, sono il figlio di Damon Bailey-
E solo a pronunciare il nome del padre, il cielo si fece più cupo, lampi e tuoni echeggiarono impadronendosi del cielo notturno, ovviamente era solo una coincidenza, ma già che eravamo in tema di film, perché non concludere con degli effetti classici da film horror?
-Ti ringrazio per lo spettacolo scadente, ti farò avere notizie dal mio avvocato per il rimborso del biglietto. Ora scusami sir Dimitri ma, ho davvero fame, quindi adieu e a mai più rivederci!-
E salutandolo con un bel dito medio, riprese la sua marcia, avrebbe avuto il suo dannato hamburger, in questa vita o, in questa vita.

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Mostanában elég vaskos témákat érintettem, úgyhogy ez a kérdés jó lesz egy kis komolytalan felfrissüléshez. :)

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1. Ananász. Nagyon szeretem a trópusi gyümölcsöket, amiből csak lehetséges, ilyen ízvilágút vásárolok.
2. Nem kérdés... :) Hatalmas macskarajongó vagyok.
Furcsa, mert kiskoromban inkább a kutyákért voltam oda, nem lehetett kiszedni a 101 kiskutyák mese elől... :D Aztán kaptam egy igazi dalmatát, amitől annyira rettegtem, hogy a szüleim kénytelenek voltak visszavinni az eredeti gazdihoz. Sad story.
3. Tél. Rettenetesen rosszul tűröm a természetes meleget, ellenben a hidegben előidézett, mesterséges meleg nagyon vonz. Maga a füst, és az az utánozhatatlan, metszően friss hideg-illat kiegészülve a téli ünnepkörök hangulatával: számomra egyértelmű győztes.
4. Pizza. Letagadni való mennyiséget fogyasztok belőle... :D (Most is épp a pizzafutárt várom.)
5. Mivel tölcsér nélkül eszem a fagyit, ezért tulajdonképpen számomra az is jégkrém(?). A sárgadinnye és a trópusi gyümölcsös ízek a kedvencek. :)
6. Hmm, egyikért sem vagyok oda. Ritkán törnek rám édességfalási rohamok, de akkor is a Roshen mogyorós nápolyija vagy egy szelet Piros Mogyorós szokott a célpont lenni - akkor legyen a csoki.
Neked is szép estét!

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Ein "ordentlich gedrucktes Buch" lobt die Kunst des Druckers und nicht des Schreibers ;) So viel gute Handwerkskunst aus Leipzig ward mir nicht zuteil. Ich dümpel so vor mich hin, aber es existiert folgende Legende:

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Wir schreiben den 27. August im Jahre des Herrn 1749 in Frankfurt am Main. Im Hause des kaiserlichen Rates, einem Doktor der juristischen Fakultät liegt die Ehefrau schweißgebadet in den Wehen, schreit, schnauft und stöhnt - der Herr Doktor jur. Justizrat des Kaisers ist hinausgeschickt und versucht die Kontenance zu wahren. Fast 300 km davon entfernt in einem schwäbischen Städtchen Nähe der Landeshauptstadt jenseits der Stadtmauern lebt in Obstgärten eines Bauern in einer ärmlichen Hütte ein Dichter, den sie «die türkische Nachtigall» nennen und scheidet aus dem Leben. Auf seinem Nachttischchen kein Gebetsbuch, sondern ein in Ledergebundener Band mit der Aufschrift SOKRATES und seinem eigenen Namen - die handschriftlich verfasste Urschrift eines endlosen Romans - benannt nach dem antiken griechischen Philosophen Sokrates. Rund 265 Jahre später am 02. Januar 2014 im digitalen Zeitalter des Internets und von Google angekommen, beginnt ahnungslos von dieser Urschrift ein Dichter desselben Namens wie der am 27. August 1749 in Waiblingen verstorbene Gartenpoet auf ask.fm mit dem Nicknamen Klugdiarrhoe einen kafkASKen Fortsetzungsroman mit dem Titel SOKRATES. Fast zwei Jahre später erst, also 2016 lässt ihm die Hamburger Gelehrtendame Philomena, in deren Besitz sich die Urschrift befindet, den Waiblingener Roman zukommen. Dem Internetdichter bleibt angesichts der Post aus Hamburg vor Ehrfurcht beinahe das Herz stehen. Ist er die Reinkarnation des vor 265 Jahren verstorbenen schwäbischen Dichters türkischer Abstammung? Oder ist er es gar selbst, der durch eine Zeitreise am 02. Januar 2014 wie in Trance seinen Roman zu schreiben beginnt, der bereits seit 265 Jahren schon existiert?

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As a kid my family and I used to go to a family restaurant called S&S Cafeteria, which served home style food in a sort of cafeteria setting. It was an amazing buffet without the endless trips. I would always get their hamburger steak and jello as a kid and always loved it. But around the time I was 8 or 9 they closed. Until 2 years ago I thought I would never eat there again. Apparently they had a sister location about 3 hours from my hometown. So when I found out I had to go there, this time by myself as a grown adult. I got my tray and suddenly I was a kid again with no troubles in the world. I got my hamburger steak and jello, and didn't feel any shame in the fact that I'm a grown man eating jello by myself. It was perfect. It couldn't have been happier. I think it was when I bought my house a few years ago. I had saved up cash for it and I own it outright. It wasn't too expensive but I own it and have amazing neighbors. It's a little bit of a fixer-upper too. The day I moved in I walked into an empty room and did a sort of "carpet snow angel" on the floor.
I had an Italian girlfriend a couple of years back and we went back there to stay with her old friends. The next morning I had a realisation that I had woken up in a house in the centre of Venice sharing a room with 3 incredible-looking Italian girls. At that moment I knew life wasn't bad and I could brag about that to my grandkids one day.
It was about three years ago. I had been informed that my master thesis was approved. My girlfriend was away on a bachelorette party so I was alone with the kitten we had received the day before. I spent the entire evening watching Archer, eating pizza and snuggled with the cat. It was wonderful.
Probably family bbq's when I was a kid. Grew up on a street where everyone knew each other and had family that lived on the street as well. That sense of community is really what my life is lacking these days. As a kid, you never think that the community will disband and family members would move away.
I get comments on my intelligence fairly often (i'm decent at maths and remembering facts. I'm not really that clever) amd my mum calls me handsome, but people complimenting my eyes is the only genuine compliment i get that i actually agree with.
When I met my current girlfriend IRL for the first time, when we fell in love for each other, in December last year, after knowing her for about 3 years on Discord. She's a golden person, I love her so much.

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I found them very comfortable when I lived at a house with no trees. Now I'm out at the country with 100 or so trees that are tall enough to hit my house if they were to fall. Also my dogs freak the hell out. But other than that they're relaxing :) mostly the rain
They can be comforting, but at the same time they are awesome (as in they fill me with awe). I was in Yosemite once, and it started to storm right above me and my group. There was lightning striking everywhere around us, so we got in our car and drove back to camp. There were waterfalls of rain everywhere. There was an especially large one right where we were climbing less than an hour ago. Totally surreal and made me love nature's power.
I love storms. When I was young my dad and sister and I would sit out on the porch swing and just enjoy the rain and cool misty breeze (the porch was walled on three sides, so very rarely did it actually rain onto the porch). I do, in fact every night I sleep through one every night. I have an app on my Ipad which sounds like rain and thunder, so I can sleep and drown out the noise from outside since I live on a busy corner in Manhattan. I dont know what I'd do without it.
There's a big storm here in the Philippines right now. I usually love rainy days spent indoors, usually curled up with a book and a hamburger on my chest. But this time I'm mostly worried :( please send your well wishes to us tonight.
I love storms. It remembers me that this planet is alive, and most of the time it does not give a shit about us. If we didn't have houses and sewers and all this technology we would be on a very bad situation. However, we are the pinnacle of sentient life on this planet. We have achieved the ability to just relax and contemplate the wonder humankind is.
Yes. For some reason, I love knowing that it's hell outside but I'm perfectly safe inside. I'm not quite sure why.
Yes, unless I'm outside or trying to do something having to with electronics and the power goes out. I miss having a covered porch and being able to chill with a beer and grill food while it's storming.
Currently thundering and drizzling here, and can confirm... very soothing. It's the pitter-patter light taps that the rain droplets sound as they hit the surface of the roof/trees/road that really gets me.
I always wondered why that is. I love sleeping during the rain. Id probably sleep outside if it was screened in and there was a comfy bed there. But some people get super freaked out if it's thundering and stuff.

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