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Raum, liebe Freunde. Es ist wieder soweit und wir gathern united im Hömmel, um das HMC tagen zu lassen.

Die Kritik erfolgt nachdem wir den Film angesehen haben – also vor diesem Beitrag.

Soviel Schokolade, wollt ihr mich umbringen?

Schwanger oder ed schwanger? Letzte Schanse!

Die Linke Hand des Teufels ist doof, die schreibt ohne mich zu fragen, sagte die Rechte Hand und tippte fröhlich weiter auf Enter.

Guck mal, so wird der Beitrag länger, ist auch nicht schlecht! Dachte sich Jesus.

… Es stimmt aber gar nicht, es ist nicht “ungefähr 0,008″ sondern viel mehr, nämlich “0.0081300813″, vermutlich periodisch. “Wir hatten uns doch darauf geeinigt, nicht mehr zu runden!”

… Mit anderen Worten war der Film so wie Homo Faber, da die Tonspur sowieso scheiße war und man den Film dann ruhig hätte rückwärts schauen können… Righty right? 

Pfad: blockquote ”

Zum Beispiel: Ich hab auch noch einiges sinnloses geschrieben.

Nach eingehender whiskärer Betrachtung des Films “21″ sind wir, also 50% des HMC zu der Bewertung “rezessiv beser werdend”, die anderen 50% auch.
ζ = 0,008 NFr/min

Wir mögen den Film trotzdem irgendwie…

Ich würde gerne noch viel mehr schreiben, aber mir fällt nicht mehr so viel ein, darum rede ich hier noch sehr viel mehr.

R.A.U.M. spoke the Gecko.

Mone erklärt Jesus gerade was.

ende

Fröhliche Weihnachten/Sonnwend/Jul-Fest/whatever wünschen die hömmlischen Heerscharen und Ihre Anführer.

Saladin watched the agent go. The young man had been introduced to him as “Agent Parker”. He was obviously some kind of specialist, he had been called by the man that had talked to Saladin before. A disgusting little sweating guy called Mr. Odor. Saladin just couldn’t figure out just what kind of a specialist Parker was. It puzzled him.

A police officer handed him his coat. “How am I supposed to pay a hotel room?” he asked the officer. The man laughed. “We took care of that. You’re in the City Hotel, a taxi is waiting outside. “. “Oh – thank you… I guess”.

Saladin stood up and headed for the exit. Outside, the cold air of Alaska hit him. He looked around and saw a taxi. He got inside.

“Are you Mr. Bow?”
“Yes.”
“To the City Hotel, right?”
“I guess so…”

The Taxi Driver turned the Volume of the radio up:

“As the fightings in the cities of Alaska slow down, the Alaskan Seperatist Party gains more an more members. The party leaders now consider a stop of entry admissions.“

It was late. Parker looked at his watch. 10:29 pm. “Deborah will kill me!”, he thought. But he had no choice. He took a deep breath and headed back into the interrogation room. He was looking at the man on the other side of the table. “Yes, I know – it’s late. But we still have some questions.”

“So I gathered.” The other man smiled at him. He had a slightly brownish color of skin, but he didn’t seem to be a foreigner. He probably had arabian ancestory or whatever. Parker didn’t really care but these things came to his mind anyway as he stared at the strangely smiling man. Then the other man spoke again: “Well, what do you want to know, Mr. Parker?”

“Well. You claim you don’t know how you wound up in Alaska?”
“That is correct.”
“You’re from Texas, right?”
“Yes – Houston to be exact.”
“I see.”
“And you have no idea why the sign above your bed said ‘Rider 1′”?

Parker saw a very very slight twitch in the other man’s face – then the other one smiled again – but it was a different smile.

“Absolutely no idea, no.”

“Well then, thank you. I’m afraid I have to ask you, not to leave the city, you can take a hotel room.”
“Of course.”

Parker slowly stood up and went beack to his office, where he got his coat, and headed for the exit.

Hello.

My name is Matthew Parker and before this I was working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Unfortunately, I was assigned to the case “Skythrone”. I have long wondered why it had to be me. It just doesn’t seem fair.
Had I known then, what I know now I would have resigned immediately…. But I didn’t – and so it all began.
Matthew Parker, Washington D.C.

Das jedenfalls verlangt das neue Wordpress 2.7 “Coltrane” von mir.

Ihr merkt nix davon, denn das Update wirkt sich, soweit ich das erkennen kann nur aufs Backend aus.

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