Sunday, March 11, 2007
Karoake and Murder, in one weekend.
Saturday night the german lab students invited me along for a party on the outskirts of town. It was Niko's (another grad student) new pad with his girlfriend. I brought wine and most others brought bread and salt--a german and russian tradition. He then fed us some food and I had the most amazing Kartofelsalat (potato salad) I have ever had. We then all adjourned to the TV room to play some Nintendo Wii. That was quite fun. I am pretty sick of the first person shooter games that keep popping up every year and it is good Nintendo showed some innovation. Playing tennis on the Wii was great and my arm was actually sore for awhile. After this everyone had had enough drinks to think they could sing, including me. We played karoake on a game system that scored you and another person. And you know what? Most of the germans were beating me. That is not really surprising--but they were even beating me on the English songs! Some of the favorites were Leonard Skynard (Sweet Home Alabama especially) and Neunundneunzig Luft ballons.
While Detective Terry was embarresing himself singing last night, there was a double homicide in the fish tank. Two ghost shrimp were found lying on the gravel bed eaten and mutilated beyond recognition. Interviews with the two glass fish were a waste of time. They are not cooperating with authorities and I fear the neons are scared or just happy that it wasn't them. The lone surviving shrimp is holding up well. He seems to flaunt his single status in the tank by ignoring all other fish and concentrating on the grooming of plants. Perhaps this is how he chooses to mourn. He also spends more time on the sides of the tank--perhaps wishing he could escape or just enjoying the new crop of algae. I'm afraid the food chain is alive and well in my tank.
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4 comments:
Sure sounds like you are doing a lot of partying over there....
I know 20/20 is always hindsight, er.. I mean, um, you know what I mean.... but, adding bite size shrimp in a tank full of hungry fish is kinda akin to placing Terry, alcohol, a female or two (not even the attractive ones, just... females) and a shot of Jag for enhancing the unprovoked confidence he so often displays all in the same four-walled enclosure and experimenting with the results. Call me crazy, but I think I have an idea of the outcome.
Answer: the first girl pours the shot over Terry's head while the second girl shoves that confidence back to where it once came with a swift kick to the ass as both girls gnaw their way through one of the walls and towards freedom.
I'll be honest. I need more responses... or, more importantly, responses to MY responses. I am getting lonely and bored and looking for entertainment. Where is that teeny person.... she seems a bit "over the top" but I still wouldn't mind a little dialogue.
So if one is anonymous then how would I know who I am commenting about, or does it not matter, well I like to know. Now, on the matter of comments about Terry, he just makes it easy. That was pretty funny... the March 11th, 2007 4:48PM comment. Poor Terry, but he holds his own pretty well. So I would think! I will stop before I go over the top with this whole comment thing, but i have to say its funny to just keep writting, on and on and on.. Giggles
PS Terry thats just plain mean that you would put them (shrimp) in there (the tank) with out researching if FISH more importantly what type of fish eat them and what about the other fish. You couldn't possibly be to bussy that you couldn't check on it or ask the person you are buy them from. I will send you that care package soon, I think the past week you have given me MANY ideas on what to send. :0
(one idea was a blowup doll) HEHE
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