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... aus der neon

http://www.neon.de/kat/fuehlen/liebe/232480.html

The weather was splendid – sunshine, light blue sky, it was warm but not too warm so that you start to sweat getting all icky and itchy, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. I was sitting in the open countryside eating a delicious ham and cheese sandwich and drinking a can of ice cold pink lemonade. It should have been a perfectly idyllic and relaxing Sunday but unfortunately it wasn’t.

Just a few meters away from me the sources of my annoyance were flirting heavily with each other.
The lovely Kevin, he is fulfilling every cliché about a model you can think of. An absolute hunk, handsome, some might even say beautiful. He knows that he is attractive but that’s the only thing he knows about. Unfortunately his intelligence does not equal his looks.
And then there is Dörte. I can easily imagine her mom being pregnant, reading an Ikea catalogue, seeing a mirror named Dörte and saying to her husband “What a wonderful mirror. Oh and see, what a wonderful name this mirror has. Dörte. Doesn’t it sound cute?”. For a fact, Dörte does not look like a Dörte nor does she look like a mirror. She looks like an Amanda or a Kelsey, an all American girl. Long brunette hair, blue eyes, delicate pale skin. And she had a body to kill with. But well, what do you expect of a model? I bet both Kevin’s and Dörte’s nutrition plan consists of cigarettes, coffee and purging.

What I was expecting of them was quite simple. All Kevin had to do was playing hero, showing his muscles and acting like he was shoving the little red convertible down the road. Dörte’s job was much easier than that. Basically all she had to do was to look good and to send a tentative smile from her seat at the convertible down to her supposed knight in shining amour. Since this was something a trained monkey could do I did not expected the photo shots for the Volkswagen commercial to be longer than three, maybe four hours. How could I’ve been so wrong? Its already lunchtime and I am sitting here since half past five in the morning.

After I finished my lunch I went back on the set, called all the participants to attention and announced that we were going to have another shot, hoping my two unprofessional turtledoves could restrain themselves this time.
The make up artist quickly put another layer of powder on the models faces, used some additional hairspray on Dörte. I grabbed my camera waiting for Kevin and Dörte to get into their positions. Damn it, why could the two of them do not a single thing right?
“Kevin, put your hand back on the car. You are supposed to push the car and not to push Dörtes skirt away,” I screamed. Slowly but surely I was losing my patience. While I was counting to ten in slow motion Kevin was giving me an apologetic look and did what he was told. I quickly took a few pictures because I did not now how long the acceptable behaviour of my models would last.

And I was right. It did not last very long. Instead of trying out some different poses as expected of them they seemed to have forgotten where they were. All my little monkeys were doing was looking hungrily into each others eyes; an inane smile was gracing their lips. I would not haven been very surprised if they started to drool or to have a go at each other right now, right here. But that was a thing I definitely did not want to see. All I really wanted to do was finishing the job and going home, having a nice evening with my spouse.
...so I decided to interrupt them again.
“If you continue acting like this, I am pretty sure Volkswagen want to redo their launching campaign for the new convertible with other models. But if you need the money we can ask if the penthouse magazine is interested in your pictures.” Well, that is not exactly what I said. All I got out was a very angrily sounding “If you”, before the funny events took place.

Upon hearing me scream Dörte got out of her trance and was terrified so much that she keeled over and fell right onto the parking brake, loosening it. I will never forget the moment when the cute little red convertible suddenly moved and rolled right over Kevin’s well formed and beautiful to look at foot. I confess, it is a little mean but this exact moment really made my day.

The photo shot ended in pure chaos. My little monkeys were crying. Kevin was crying over his foot and that we could not continue the shot and Dörte because Kevin took his cell phone to call his wife to tell her that he is not coming home tonight but going to the hospital to get a cast.
Then it started to rain cats and dogs and the technical crew were totally overstrained and did not know how to save their equipment the best way possibly.
And I was standing right in the middle of it, soaking wet with a self-sufficient and content smile on my lips, knowing next week I will try to take the same pictures again, but this time with different models. Perhaps I could talk my boss into some monkeys. Or a giraffe would be nice. I could put the animal into the car to stress the fact that the car is a convertible....

ein kleiner Rückblick:


The field is lost
Everything is lost
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
Wir haben das Zebra satt,
Weil's uns betrogen hat
Lass mich deine Träne reiten
über Wolken ohne Glück
Will ich es greifen ist es schon nicht mehr da
and then throw it all away
oh I throw it all away
The knowledge, brought to the world
Is growing with a bitter taste
For we kill with the skill to survive
Its gonna hurt but I'll have to say goodbye
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here

...ist schon etwas feines. Ich bin heute im strömenden Regen von der Arbeit mit dem Rad nach Hause gefahren. Es war wunderbar warm und herrlich erfrischend. Hab mich auf meinem Heimweg auch noch zu ein zwei Umwegen hinreißen lassen. Barfuß über die Friedhofswiese und dann am See langgegangen. Zu Hause angekommen, war ich zwar nass bis auf die Unterwäsche und hatte die dreckisten Füße die man sich vorstellen konnte, aber dafür war ich ausnahmsweise mal erfrischt und seit gestern auch mal wieder halbwegs friedlich. ich finde Sommergewitter sollte es öfters geben.

Ich bin zu naiv für diese Welt!!!

... endlich ist es hinter uns gebracht. Die EM. Endlich kann wieder Ruhe einkehren.
Habe die NIederlage Deutschlands akustisch von meiner Fensterbank mitbekommen. Eigentlich kommt mir das ganz gelegen, dann kann cih heute NAcht wenigstens gut einschlafen *g*

...leider keine Zuhause, aber zum Glück noch Mehl Zucker, Eier und Milch und Schokolade :))

und ich mein im übrigen nicht die Kuh ^^

Sie haben sich was neues ausgedacht um uns in der Mediothek zu beschäftigen, da lose Blattsammlungen allein zu anspuchslos waren. Nun sitz ich hier und klebe kleine verdammt Magnetstreifen in Zeitungen. Angefangen von NAtionalgeographics über das Studienverzeichnis der Fh in Flensburg bis hin zu Zeitschrifeten wie Spektrum oder Mineralium. Wenigstens kann ich so tun als wäre ich beschäftigt und bekomme weniger dumme Fragen ;)
Auf der anderen Seite seh ich aus ein ein Monster. Mein Arm hängt voller lamettaartiger, grüner, elektrisch aufgeladener Plastikstreien. Ob ich sie jemals wieder los werde?

erschwert kommt hinzu, dass heute in der ni Party angesagt ist und demzufolge ja auch de mUsik getestet werden muss. Das heißt ich habe die Wahl zwischen leiser Musik und die FEnster zu, was mein ersticken zu Folge hätte oder fenster offen, frischer Luft und lauter, verdammt bescheuerte Musik (mischung zwischen House und Techno), die mich wahrscheinlich ncoh daz utreibt amok zu laufen und Aspirin zu schlucken :(

Somewhere in the South
I heard a legend
that far in the North, near to heaven
there live women with eyes blue as ice
and hair as white as snow.
They need no clothes, though the air is cold.
And when the man dies he must travel to the North
and search these wonderful women.
They raise the edge of heaven,
so that the man may leave the world.

Ich hab nun endlich wieder ein funktionstüchtiges Fahrrad. Neuer Schlauch, neue Kette, neuer Korb. Habs auch schon ausprobiert und bin damit zur Uni gefahren und tada: keine komischen Geräusche mehr :))