stuff siggimus isn’t bothered to call anything else
accepted invitation from siggif to pop over for a wee visit, just because siggimus can
spent a delightful evening der in company of woman katja, & son máni (face looks a bit like a full moon…) & granny siggif & help ilse & maureen
a cosy candlelit meal (siggimus doesn’t think de lights is ever on during meals…) & of course conversation interspersed with a visit or two to the late henhouse for a bit of horticulture spiced with some budejovicke budvar
overheard evil chinaman telling a john his name is björgvin
hehe
won’t be called anything else from now on…
an ordinary (non-leap) jewish year has 12 months & 353, 354, or 355 days
a jewish leap year, on the other hand has an extra month & 383, 384, or 385 days
from what siggimus can gather, deir calendar currently says it’s year 5763 or 5764
can’t say siggimus envies calendar makers over der :/
but at least no y2k problem..?
does anyone seem bored..?
that’s one big egg 😐
see the evil in his eyes??
& last time siggimus went to see him, he gave him this to chew on:
supposedly the purest & best ginseng you can get & siggimus is supposed to gnaw at it when the feeling arises
it don’t taste too great, so the feeling doesn’t arise all that often :/
but you can see siggimus’ teethmarks on the left side there if you look real close!
despite the swedish, siggimus is not horrendously ashamed of admitting that håkan hellström sorta grows on siggimus
quite a feat, that. not too many who have managed. there’s bob hund. actually can’t remember anyone else!!?
hmm, bo kasper is swedish, right?
needless to say, siggimus is finally getting around to digging the swedish sample stefanv sent him a month or so ago :/
thoughts on the plan, the knife, moneybrother, broder daniel & kent will have to wait…
heh! you can even check out his lyrics
siggimus loves the taste of exotic things, & in some cases, tasting them again in after a bit is just the same pleasure 🙂
chanced upon this one on the telly last night
quite as enjoyable as the first time
& still hasn’t changed his mind about the hot-chick-hood of tilotama shome
lucky bugger, that pk dubey
it’s the big chinese feller again & as he starts strutting about on the siggimus back, he starts making mock whining sounds
‘bastard!’
spends rest of day trying to set up a wireless home office system at mom’s while she sews a pillowcase
den off to big sis’ where li’l niece is babysat while the cleaning woman from hell does her stuff
gave siggimus quite a bit to ponder
-why is noone talking about the fact that the icelandic economic upsurge (‘goodyear’) around 2000 was accompanied by a campaign against suicide?
-why do we keep buying stuff in order to feel better, knowing the fix blows over very quickly?
-ignorance is bliss? is it possible for highly intelligent people to be really happy?
aren’t the more intelligent people prone to overthinking things & hence more likely to feel bad about their lives?
Ask yourself whether you are happy, and you cease to be so.
John Stuart Mill
depression is sorta like having your own personal radio station between your ears. it’s always on and spews out negative crap, but you only hear it when your brain is in neutral
the thing to do is set up a pirate station with positive things & blast it to 11
it’s a question of the simple things; not doing special things you enjoy, but enjoying the little things you do
once in a while, do a list with the good and the bad stuff in your life. focus on the good, you probably won’t need much help with the bad stuff…
it’s probably not a bad way to combat that radio station