kitewithfish | I blame... no one, really.

Yesterday, I trimmed my hair in the bathroom. I'm pleased. I basically look like I got a good haircut a month ago, rather than four.

I am annoyed to discover that the English name for the German film "Der Himmel über Berlin" (Heaven above Berlin/ Heaven over Berlin/Sky above Berlin*) is "Wings of Desire." It's the original version of "City of Angels." It is, of course, set in Berlin. I am fairly certain, without having actually seen it yet, that it must surpass "City of Angels" in every way, simply because a) it's in German! If there's one thing that Germans do, it's make beautifully sad movies. (They are legally only allowed to make on comedy per decade.) and b) FREAKING BERLIN. It's set in Berlin. BERLIN. Which is just... so much better than Los Angeles that I can't quite fathom there being a need for a remake. Ever. Even if the Americans are too lazy to read the subtitles and think that dubbed versions look a little funny. Get over it.

I have had a rather lazy day that involved a good deal of running around.

I know myself too well to think that if I am in my room, that I will even try to get anything done. It will not happen. Room time= sleepy time. Or TV time. Or comic book time. Whatever. Not work.

So I packed myself off to Starbucks, where the new guy at the register (yes, I go there often enough to recognize the people at the counter), who is tall, pretty and must be wearing mascara (eyelashes like that do not occur in nature.**) remembered my order from the last time he had seen me. Which was... maybe yesterday? Or the day before?

Clearly, my bright orange and red backpack with the white hawaiian flowers makes me an easy target for this kind of thing.....

So, I sat and read and snacked on snow peas (yum) and falafel (slightly less yum. Fresh warm falafel are a sign of God's enduring love of his earthly children; cold falafel are fried pucks of chickpea dough. ) I also wore cute blue and white dress from H&M (ie, the one that slips juuuust a little on one side to reveal that I'm wearing a full coverage bra in a slightly darker color than the dress, and has the effect beloved of little girls everywhere of fluffing out like a cupcake around my lower body if I spin***) The weather is warm and lovely and there are many slender Austria beauties about making me feel like a stunted toad. Wearing make-up helps.**** (*****)

Footnotes

*"Himmel" means both sky and heaven/s in German. It's one of those words that German loves to use, and makes English speakers try to tear their hair out for the inability to tell whether it's being used in religious or secular sense.

** I initially wrote "nature" and then went back and corrected it to the proper German spelling "natur". I've got my groove back.

***Which I know about from... observation. Yes, the observation of small happy children, and I have never felt any desire to emulate them. At all. I have dignity. Big, grown-up, big-girl-panty dign.... aw, fuck it. I do this all the time. In public, with strangers watching AND I GIGGLE. Deal with it.

****A little. *sniff*

***** Yeah, that was foot note on a footnote. I should note that I stole this footnoting business from

moschus, which whom I have no relation or acquaintance, other than liking her writing style on LJ. Imitation is the sincerest form of theft.