„I rant a lot, I know. How else would I understand what bothers me about my day? There is a fine line, however, between constructively criticizing and blatantly complaining. ChatGPT, the concept I complain so much about, is really, really cool. What I am missing is an ExplainMeGPT, should be easy to create, with a single prompt: ‚Explain whatever was said in the language I understand, do so assuming absolute innocence.‘ That would be hella funny. „ „You’re pissing me off“ „Wh

The day-to-day guarantees we take for granted – be it as regulated as the commute to work – are built on an infinite amount of energy. Life, rather. I wonder how difficult one of a millionaire dare be, may I live to see the day where I meet some, for just a quick peek, to confirm what I will never know unless I see it for myself. I am all for arresting criminals, but hey, we are in 2025, what kind of criminality is more pressing today?   Is this guy bothering you, mam?   Well

Ich hatte vor einigen Wochen das Vergnügen, Akin’s Traum, die Burgtheater Vorführung von Akın Emanuel Şipal, mittig in der rechten Paterre am Parkett sitzend genießen zu dürfen. Siehe: https://www.burgtheater.at/produktionen/akins-traum .   Begleiten tut uns das Schauspiel Köln in eine Reise durch das Osmanische Reich, beginnend mit Osman dem Ersten, jenen, den eines Nachts ein Traum mit einer sich wie ein gigantischer Baum über Grenzen streckenden und um die im Schatten bade

2025 was great. I wrote a bunch and explored everything that I set out to.  Nonetheless, it has come to my attention that my writing is nowhere near where I would want it to be, which is totally fine but going beyond anything that I am used to already will be a bit difficult without my own tool shed. Therefore, the weekly intervals remain as they are, and we will see during 2026 whether any specific ideas come up. Three stories - “mental retardation”, “Larry David in New York

No future, no past, just what is now. New York, can I get hit by a bus to find out how I can afford to buy an apartment by milking the cash cow. Lafayette or H, you pick. With you I feel no age, no stick. Where I can wear whatever I want,  hair clipped. Walk until I burn off the greese off my hips. Can you make my time stop again? Just so I don’t loose track of your scent and pretend To hold my breath until I can enjoy your air again. Every brick and bump shaping a chrysalis,

Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom. NIaaaaaaaaaa NIAAaaaaaaaaaaa NIAAAaaaaaa nIAAAAAAAA.   It would be time to do it. As of me writing this, it is Sunday, 11:30 pm, but my week wasn’t too bad – was it? Complaining is something I am much better at, and there’s no room for cheerfulness. I scare, when the inevitable hasn’t presented itself to this day.     Der kleine Marienkäfer  Es war einmal ein kleiner Marienkäfer namens Johanna, der es sich zu seiner Lebensaufgab