Love, love, love this video! (via) She's the rockingest! (Also, I can't be the only person to think she's damn hot?? Not that that's a requirement for respect or, you know, being a person.)
Some people are big. Some people are skinny. Some people are white. Some people are black. Some people are female, some people are male. Can we leave that behind already? And then, can we keep on walking?
«The Secretary of State for the Colonies or Colonial Secretary was the British Cabinet official in charge of managing the various British colonies. The position was first created in 1768 to deal with the increasingly troublesome North American colonies. Previously those responsibilities had fallen to the Secretary of State for the Southern Department, who was responsible for Southern England, Wales, Ireland, the American colonies, and relations with the Catholic and Muslim states of Europe. […] In 1782, following the loss of the American colonies, the office was abolished, and its duties given to the Home Secretary […]. In 1794 a new office was created […] — the Secretary of State for War, which now took responsibility for the Colonies, and was renamed the Secretary of State for War and the Colonies in 1801. In 1854, military reforms led to the Colonial and Military responsibilities of this secretary of state being split into two separate offices. [… Among the holders of the office were Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton ("It was a Dark and Stormy Knight …") and Richard Temple-Nugent-Brydges-Chandos-Grenville, 3rd Duke of Buckingham and Chandos as well as of course Winston Churchill.] Until 1925, when the office of Secretary of State for Dominion Affairs was created, the Colonial Office had responsibility for all British colonies and dominions besides India, which had its own Secretary of State. In 1966, with most of the colonies gone, the office was merged with that of the Secretary of State for Commonwealth Relations to create the new office of Secretary of State for Commonwealth Affairs. In 1968 the Commonwealth Office was subsumed into the Foreign Office, which became known as the Foreign and Commonwealth Office.»
adapted from Wikipedia
After all those years of trying to make my synthesizers sound like a guitar, I ended up making my guitar sound like a synthesizer.
(Strat knockoff played through Fender amp with overdrive, then souped up in audacity, totally love its speaker sim. Sounds like Carter USM or Armageddon Dildos, I reckon. That said, anything music is still a major pain on Linux; for instance, that's not quite how the riff goes, but play-through doesn't work right so I couldn't hear myself while playing. (For the non-musicians among my readers, playing without a monitor is like painting in the dark.) Also, don't read too much into it, this is just something that happened while jamming, I doubt it's going to be my new sound. But I'm busy explaining a joke, ain't I? Anyway, I'm half-tempted to go out and buy a Mac, as an appliance only, put Cubase or Logic on it (which I keep calling Live for some reason), and have at it.)
Ich hasse es, zur Werkstatt zu fahren. Dabei sollte man ja noch froh sein, wenn man überhaupt noch fahren kann. Aber davon, daß die Kinder in Äthiopien nichts zu essen haben, schmeckt Muttis Spinat ja auch nicht besser usw.
Ich hasse es also, zur Werkstatt zu fahren. Nie sagen die, « Ui, Ihr Wagen hat all unsere Erwartungen für dieses Jahr übertroffen, hier haben Sie eine Auszahlung. » Nö. Immer nur, « Bla, bla, teuer, bla. » Der Mittelteil war dieses Mal, spitznasige Wiesel haben die Manschetten Ihrer Lenkung verschnabuliert, so gelangte Dreck hinein, und infolgedessen ist sie jetzt undicht und Servoflüssigkeit tritt aus. » (Übersetzung aus dem Badischen.)
Übersetzung ins Kätzische: € 1,ooo.
Übersetzung ins Kielische: Ohauahauaha.: (
In der US-Ausgabe 36 von Harley Quinn kommt so ein Gangster vor, der eigentlich deutsch hätte reden sollen … hätten sie doch jemanden gefragt, der sich damit auskennt!
Auch wenn ich vermute, dass eigentlich "Die, scum!" gemeint war (Get it? Get it?) — als langjährige Freundin würfellosen Rollenspiels hat mir die Sprechblase natürlich trotzdem Tränen der Rührung in die Augen getrieben …