Unfortunately, writer and journalist Hunter S. Thompson shot himself yesterday. I greatly enjoyed a few of his works and of course the brilliant movie based on one of his books Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. At least his death went with his lifestyle.
Monthly Archive for February, 2005
Finally, the dreaded misspellings found all over the place here and everywhere else where people don’t take enough time check their writings, are a thing of the past. I just installed a spell checker, and if everything works well, the only errors you’ll see here from now on are either of a stylistic or grammatical nature. What a hoot!
Alright, the upgrading process went pretty smoothly, and I think I like the new version of WordPress very much. There’s a bit of a problem with my admin area, since it doesn’t display correctly all the time, but I think that’ll be sorted out within the next few days.
So today I’ll do some reading and some studying for an exam on Monday, letting this Saturday be known as “Lazy Saturday” (well, studying is not being lazy, but I won’t be studying all the time, hence the name) in my book.
I’m now attempting to upgrade this website’s blogging script! Whacky visual effects guaranteed. Stand by until it’s all over.
Update: Doesn’t look too bad, now let’s work on the cosmetic stuff (like my Photo Phriday and About pages, etc.)
Here’s one funny little incident from my journey, just to wet your appetite for my in-depth coverage: On the way to London, my coat, which is five years old and H&M quality, but still very nice and dependable. (Editing this post, I noticed that in fact, the above sentence is not a real sentence at all, but I kinda like it, so deal with it.) Now, I do take pride in the fact that I’m able to sew on its buttons which inevitably fall off once in a while. I had done this about two weeks prior to the London trip. And now, since you’re all used to the stilistic features of high literature, you’re already expecting the climax of this rather small story. Here it comes: On the way from our flat in Vienna to my sisters house in South London, my coat lost exactly two thirds of its button populace. Two of my buttons just ripped off while I was struggling with my backpack! So the first morning in the wonderful city of London was spent sewing buttons onto my coat. How’s that for a funny story? Impressed? Well, I didn’t think so. To placate, a photo from Lunnden:
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