You keep what you kill

This is why we need Ginger juice! Ginger juice for the win! Ginger juice 'til I die! Ginger, ginger, ginger! Makes me happy and hyperactive, my hair slick and shiny, my skin soft and beautiful! Add some lemon to make me even more happy and hyperactive! Hyper hyper! Add some chili to achieve true bliss and conquer the world in a day or so! More chili, more lemon, more ginger! More hyper! Love y'all. Of course there's other drinks as well. My favorite vegan vietnamese restaurant in Cologne offers a smoothie that even Ian Stewart would have liked: Sometimes, it pays to pay attention to how you name things. :-D :-D :-D 

Well. Went to see John Cleese at the Admiralspalast the other day. Well. Not really the other day, more like four weeks ago. But with Frankfurt bookfair looming, may I be excused for not posting in a timely manner? Please. I'll be a good boy. So, John Cleese. Well. Hmmm. I thought the performance lacked a bit of punch and certainly lacked originality. Lots of video snippets from the good old days. Don't get me wrong, they were great, but I can watch them at home just as well. Actually, some of the best minutes of the show was the part when the teleprompters broke down and some improvisation had to happen. So, yes, although I find it extremely hard to say, I was disappointed. A little bit. Not angry, not terrible. But a little bit disappointed. Still mad love and all that though. Peace out.