Mr Beans

I previously believed that the take-away lattes and flat whites were the same (taky sam, or la meme chose) but my flat white this morning is distinctly different from the latte that I consumed yesterday. The coffee is the same, oczywiscie, but there is noticeably less froth on top of my flat white. As a true experimentalist, I shall have to significantly increase my sample size while decreasing, as much as possible, other external factors such as differences due to different baristas etc, before coming to any final conclusions, but I have formulated my hypothesis.
Let the experimental fun begin!

Eurovision in Deutschland

Well, Eurovision's over for another year. In 2011, it'll be held in Germany, which is good and bad. Good that Germany won because in spite of the singer's horrible accent, the song wasn't bad. The bad side of it being in Germany next year is that I'd love to attend but I won't be able to get to Europe in May because of study commitments. If only Germany had kept onto this song until next year, or even the year after.
The UK came last, which was well-deserved because their entry was ghastly.

Nigdy nie widzał

Tak. Byłem na fryzjera czwartek i teraz moje włosy są blondynką jeszcze raz. Piątek, jechałem do uniwersytetu i mowiłem z dużo kolegym ale nigdy nie mowił, że moje włosy były na inny kolor.

Mam kolega polski kto mieszka w Anglii teraz. Wczoraj, on wysłał mi linka do strony internetowej, i ja czytałem nowy trudny słow: bezwzględnie. Jak się to wymawia to słowo? Czy to jest trudniejszy niż źdźbło? lub dźdźwonica? Jak polaków mówią po polsku?

12000!

That's an exclamation mark following the number in the title, not a factorial sign. I definitely haven't had 12000! people visiting my site, only 12000.


Anyway, the 12000th visitor to my blog seems to be a German, or at least someone in Germany. This person's ISP is based in a place called Kirchhain, Hessen. The computer used was a Mac, using MacOSX and Safari 1.3.
In this instance, there's a chance that the person wasn't an entirely random reader, as this visitor came to my blog via a link from Nat's. So, Nat, who do you know in Germany?
It was 2:10:24am on the 29th of May when this person visited my blog, in their local timezone (GMT+1), so it would have been 11:10:24am on the 29th here (in my timezone).

Photographic evidence

Here's photographic proof of the deposit the bird made on my backpack.

Eurovision!

The spectacular festival of tacky and hilarious attempts at music that people in Europe (except the UK) take seriously is on this weekend! The first semi-final is being televised tonight, the second tomorrow night and then the final on Sunday night. Of course I'm going to watch all three nights - it's too 'special' to miss.

Damn bird!

At some point on my walk from the bus to uni, or perhaps between the bus stop and home on Wednesday, a flying creature decided to drop something decidedly unpleasant in my general direction. The object landed on my backpack instead of on me, which is definitely better than on my head, but still not a desirable outcome. Damn bird.
Dzisiaj, lub sroda, ptak robil kupa blisko do mnie, wiec, teraz moja torebka ma kupa ptaka.
Aujourd'hui, ou mercredi, un oiseau a décidé de faire un caca au dessus de moi. J'ai eu un petit peu de chance parce que la merde a arrivé sur mon sac à dos. Quand meme, c'est ennervant.

Dzisiaj.

Dzisiaj, byłem na fryzjera. Moję włosy są teraz blondynką jeszcze raz. Chciałem jechać do fryzjera bo moje włosy były długi.
Nie byłem w uniwersytetu bo nie miałem lekcji. Miałem lekcja ostatny tydzien ale profesor zakonczył tematów. Jutro, muszę tam jechać.

Game

There's a football game on tonight, the first of a trilogy. It happens annually, every year. It seems to be regarded as an important event by people from Queensland and New South Wales and essentially ignored by everyone else. Even though I'm from one of those states, I have an amazing amount of apathy for the outcome.
I can overhear the commentators and I really think the only way to listen to them without your brain turning to mush is the press the 'mute' button.
I have never been able to understand how people manage to get so excited about watching a bunch of guys run around grabbing each other.
On a similar note, why do people feel that yelling at the television in any way alters the outcome of the game? Really, the players can't hear you, and even if they could, I doubt hearing advice like 'run run!' would actually make the player think 'oh, good idea, thank, I'd never have thought of that.' while already running towards the magic piece of grass at the end of the paddock.

Ktora godzina?

It's almost half nine here. Some people would say nine thirty, others half past nine. I initially didn't like the 'half nine' method when I first encountered it in England, but I grew accustomed to it and now I find it more convenient, and more efficient, than the other options. Fewer syllables.