Beside work, there is my kitchen. I’m getting a new used one. Best part would be a working, non-smelling fridge (had to keep everything in boxes with the old one) and a new stove. This should get my cooking ambitions up again. Already mixing some marinades in my mind. Problem is, I have to get rid of the old kitchen and renovate the room first. But things are going more or less smoothly.

For all those who follow my photography works, check out for open eyes only. Not only have I been submitting new works, but I also launched the new website. Just took about two years to do so… and while it’s not that great, it at least doesn’t suck as much as the former one. But I’m afraid I will have to work on a new version already, since there are some minor problems with certain adblockers. Some older works are missing, but I try to reupload them as soon as I find them and some time. More shootings coming up. Regarding art, I also plan on learning a bit more about image editing. Not to manipulate my photos more, but to try some new creations. And of course, I’m not learning to shop… I’m learning to gimp. This is not new to me (example), but I think I have a lot to learn to make better images.

On another matter, I will switch to permanent signatures for my mails and works. Somehow I’ve been neglecting the matter for too long. Time to enforce it. Maybe I can finally get the university to come along with this. Have been trying to create a PKI here for years. So far it’s only a small CA for server certificates. So I will be getting more familiar with the CACert (becoming an assurer and stuff) and the DFN PKI. We’ll see.

This leads me to the message of this post. Public toilets can be interesting. Not interesting as in educational, but interesting as in disgusting. Especially when people think they are alone, while you have a sit-in a few meters away.

Guys, is it that hard to flush urinals as well? Even if you start to drink Chanel Nº 5, your piss won’t have the fragrance of Marilyn Monroes’ pillow and the longer it stays in warm rooms with bad air condition… well, let your imagination do the rest.

And please, for the love of St. Rochus, wash your hands in any case. Don’t you find the thought disgusting to shake hands with someone who just drained the lizard, shook off the last drop and/or wiped away his vestiges? And what are you doing with your hand after you pressed the flesh with someone like that? Cover your yawning mouth? Pick your nose? Pet your lovers face? Romantic! Of course that’s just a paranoid exaggeration. But think about it. Wouldn’t the world be a better place if some people would just spend a few more seconds on each run to wash their hands?

Now, because I know that no one listens to my ranting, have a link to some more fun.

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