Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

Y (or Why)

You.
I know who a bunch of you are, but I wonder about the rest of you. Who are you, what do you do? What makes you happy and sad and mad?
I wonder why you read my blog. I wonder what kind of person you think I am. Do I represent myself in my writing, or just a part of me? Maybe I write so that you get no insight into who I am.
Velvet's comment yesterday surprised me and made me think. Do I come across as tough? Do I do that on purpose? Am I tough? Uh.. I dunno. I guess being tough is easier than letting people in, but if I let you in, then I have a responsibility towards you. That's scary to me.
Why do you read Ah Bugger? Who do you think I am? What would you like to know about me? I would like to know everything about you.
I like to write for you. Thanks for reading.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Happy Birthday, Christoph

Today is my brother's 44th birthday. That would make him 11 years older than me. But he had to go when he was 37, and I am now 32. I am not quite ready to catch up with him yet.

When I was teeny, he would take me everywhere with him. I remember being in Frankfurt on the handlebars of his bike as he pedaled through the neighborhood. He even took me rollerskating with him and his friends, though he had pom-poms on his skates, and I didn't.

As we got older, we became even better friends. He had the rockin' pad and allowed me to bring all my pals over for a party. He took me hang-gliding. Well, he glided and I crashed. But it was fun.

We looked alike. I don't look like anyone else in my family.

I am having the hardest time remembering him. Certain smells, or lights hit me and and I am thrown back into a time where he was, but only so very briefly.

Happy Birthday, Christoph! You better be partying up hard with a ton of babes and all that.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Z

As I would rather write nonsense than do my homework, and there is absolutely nothing interesting going on in my life, I have come up with some writing exercises for myself. Hence the "Today in History" and now this! I am going to try to work my way through the alphabet. Today we start with "Z" and work our way up to "A". The reasoning behind this is that the way this blog is set up, tomorrow's blog will be over today's. A natural progression of A to Z, if you will.
Z. Mostly we say Z is for Zebra. I like to think of the Z that Zorro slashes through the air, especially when he cut off Catherine Zeta Jone's dress. Well, let me clarify that her dress coming off was not the highlight for me, but rather the exquisite stroke of the epee. Dirrty.

Z is a most troubling letter for the American typing away on a German keyboard for it resides where the Y resides on ours, and vice versa. It is quite easy to find yourself typing "Zou look lovelz like a yebra todaz." (Which would lead us into the next discusssion of why anyone would compare someone to a zebra. Unless of course he/she is a referee, and then duh!)

Z makes me envision all the zzzzzzz's this entry is making ya'll have.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Today in History

On this day in 1884, John Harvey Kellog patented Corn Flakes.

A medical doctor, Kellogg was a bit loony in his desire to get people healthy through vegetarianism and enemas... (don't need an enema when you eat tons of fruit.. I'm just sayin'.) He also was intensely against sex, so much that he never touched his wife of 41 years in such a manner.
"A remedy for masturbation which is almost always successful in small boys is circumcision. The operation should be performed by a surgeon without administering an anesthetic, as the brief pain attending the operation will have a salutary effect upon the mind, especially if it be connected with the idea of punishment. In females, the author has found the application of pure carbolic acid to the clitoris an excellent means of allaying the abnormal excitement." (GAH!)
If you called him poopy, he would take that as a compliment. He was obsessed with the bowel. 90% of his practice dealt with it. "There is nothing that a clean bowel can't handle."

Just wanted to give you something to think about the next time you sit down with Tony the Tiger. (Or that strange little rooster that graces the Corn Flakes box. Cornelius Rooster was created just for the Corn Flakes boxes, but with no specific message... I guess roosters like corn.... And poop a lot....)