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In other news, I asked [personal profile] temve for an age for the Memory Lane Memeage and I got 23.
That takes us back to the end of 2003 and through most of 2004. But not all the way to my very first meeting of real life fans. That was in the end of 2004.
I'd started on LJ early in 2003 and was actually posting a lot.


So, walking down memory lane,

I lived in Leipzig. North west of the city centre. On my own. With Kuno the dobermann. Good times.

I drove a Toyota Yaris Verso (but quite often I rode my bike). I love that car. Large enough to carry a bike without taking it apart, a dog, lots of luggage and still shorter than a Golf.

I was in a relationship with... no one. And good thing I wasn't. That would have been such a bad idea on so many levels.

I feared not much? The odd bout of existential angst. Fleeting thoughts of people dying, exams being failed, the world ending. But otherwise? Pretty much fear free. I'm always been very stubborn, though and "I'm not having any of this silliness" is a phrase that I associate with self improvement.

I worked at the department of pharmacology at uni. Doing data entry and basic html formatting. As student jobs go, not too bad. I could set my own hours and was doing about an hour or two in the mornings before classes a few days a week.
I had applied to work for a fast food chain doing evening or night shifts before but was rejected for being overqualified. I'm not at all still bitter about that.

I wanted to be finished with uni, a fully qualified Vet, earning a proper salary, less socially awkward, better at exams, traveling, ... lots of things, but mostly I was content to be where I was at that place in time.

Wow. I have always been pretty boring. But reading up on my old LJ entries is fun. I really should post more, if just to be able to look back on today like this.

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As seen everywhere, the The Up-Goer Fiver description of my job.

I try and sometimes manage to fix sick or broken animals. I work nights or when everyone else is not.
I only work with small animals. Large ones have their own look-afters.


In other news, I'm less grumpy. Have managed to go climbing at least twice a week every week this year. And will go and buy a tablet tomorrow. Because gadgets are good against boredom.
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That year in review meme )

Reflecting over the past decade would take too long for this entry. Those were *busy* ten years.
Now I'll eat the last of the mince pies and maybe knit some more. (I've started knitting because motorcycle repairs in <0° temperatures just aren't fun. Oh hell I've got *hobbies*...)

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Day two and three of WITL - Warning: one gross tumor pic )

No work tomorrow. Maybe I'll have something else but the clinic to photograph then.

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Since I'm at work right now, I didn't get a chance to upload my WITL photos in time. Won't, until I get home sometime around noon today either, so instead I give you a photo of myself right now:

I'm at work, it's the middle of the night and my shift doesn't end for another 6,5 hours. I wouldn't have cared about my looks even if the instructions hadn't forbidden it.

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Since this journal has been lacking content lately, I've decided to try to revive it with a meme. (Or maybe I just like running around with a camera)
As last seen on [livejournal.com profile] fyrie's journal, the 7 day photomeme.

The rules and the first batch of pictures behind this cut )
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I think [livejournal.com profile] idonotlikepeas started this and though I'm cutting down on memes, I agree and think they can use it right now.



I'd like to talk for a few moments about LiveJournal's Abuse Team, who are the first responders when there is a complaint of a legal or otherwise sensitive nature.

The Abuse Team does a hard, thankless, and vitally important job. It's not an exaggeration to say that this service would not exist if a group of dedicated people did not volunteer to be its combination police force and fire department. And what do they get in return for this? Money? Fame? No. They get the emnity of everyone they have to admonish or suspend, and of everyone those people can stir up. And all of those people seem to think that the best way to protest a law is to have all their friends dial 911 at the same time. And they can't respond the way they ought to be able to, because unlike those people they understand concepts like "confidentiality" and "professional ethics".

I, for one, am tired of the fact that you only hear about the Abuse Team when people are bitching about them.

So here's what I'd like to say to the Abuse Team:

Thank you. Thank you for making sure that our communities are not filled with spammers. Thank you for making it so that I can search for other users who share my interests without being exposed to hundreds of pictures of lacerated penises. Thank you for saving peoples' lives when things goes horribly wrong. Thank you for keeping my account from getting broken into. Thank you for not bending over for everyone that wants to use you as a club to beat down someone they don't like. Thank you for eating crap every day so I can tell the world what Lord of the Rings character some website thinks I am.

And if you agree? Copy and paste this entry into your journal. And, if you like, edit what I've said to include your own reasons for thanking the Abuse Team instead of mine. Let them hear something other than complaints for a while.
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Yes, it's a meme, but hey, it's only one line.
Ridicully's Johari Window
(Ignore the name. I messed it up the first time. Yes, I can't even click on six boxes without messing up, shut up.)

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Ganked from all over my flist.

Don't you think Bush looks tired?

(If you get it, pass it on)

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I don't much care for poems *ducks and covers*
I wouldn't describe it as 'deep' but it makes me smile and that's all I ask for.

Der Einsame

Einsam irr' ich durch die Gassen,
durch den Regen,
durch die Nacht.
Warum hast du mich verlassen,
warum hast du das gemacht?

Nichts bleibt mir,
als mich zu grämen!
Gestern sprang ich in den Bach,
um das Leben mir zu nehmen;
doch der Bach war viel zu flach.

Einsam irr' ich durch den Regen,
und ganz feucht ist mein Gesicht
nicht allein des Regens wegen,
nein, davon alleine nicht.

Wo bleibt Tod in schwarzem Kleide?
Wo bleibt Tod und tötet mich?
Oder besser noch: uns beide?
Oder besser: erst mal dich?

by Heinz Erhardt


In other news, Thud! is sitting on the table, tempting me to read it.
It looks much more interesting than my textbooks.
Life is hard.

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[livejournal.com profile] ryf started this in honor of her not-really-lost wallet.
Because it doesn't involve ranting about internet access (all my love goes the anaesthesiologist who gave me her password), or my mobile (it's just three months old, how can the battery suddenly die on me?), here's a meme:
What's in my wallet? )
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From all over my flist:

STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!
For a meme )

Tomorrow I'm in Vienna for a pointless meeting. But since I don't have to pay for the flight, I'm not complaining.

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