little green men

Diamond Panda

you wanna know why I am suddenly a Diamond Panda? Because I am a busy person whose job to sell bling, as well as the nice busy social life that got build up the last 11 months cumulated in Panda eyes...

minions!!!

One of my friends cracked me last week by threatening to visit me in the shop I was working in dressed as Dr. Horrible. I told him that would be a fabulous idea if he brought his minions. Since then, I am continuously making 'Minions' (aka Despicable Me Minions) comments. How awesome would it be to have a hapless, loyal and cheerful army of minions? Though I am pretty sure they would make more work then less... especially as there is an app to be had (but then there is an app for everything...)



And minions, despite belonging to an 'evil' Overlord are sooo much cuter then gnomes, despite being the same size. Case in point as per this cool picture of How to survive a garden gnome attack.

because I am in a good mood

here a classic: http://www.27bslash6.com/missy.html. Most people have seen, but as I just shared it with the random date I had last night, it reminded me again how freaking funny it is. And, btw, okcupid is a pretty cool dating sites for nerdynerds like me... 200 random multiple choice questions - bring it on! It made me also pretty emotional ;-P

is this evil?

Result of snarking drunkenly with the besties? Silly evil ideas...

How to write a great story...

Blossoms

this one is going to be a sappy one :-)

For my favorite person, and to her blossoming love:

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)


From EE Cummings Poem “I Carry Your Heart With Me”

travelling with work

I am again on forever business trip, still with the same clothes, shoes and faces... And my hotel bar correctly identified me as local O_O
But one thing has changed ^_^
Spring is a wonderful thing, wish it would make it to here as well, worried about losing my tan and the tingling in my fIngertips... Remedy is shopping, spa, mardi gras with cowboy boots, comic festival, beach, BBQ, car drag race, bowling, NYC baby and lots of work...
Should be good, going home will be better ^_^

la la laaaaaaaa

Have you ever realised how hard it is to describe which kind of la la la noises you are thinking off when writing them down. The title is obviously the la la laaaaa from Daria... Gosh, I really feel like going home and watching some episodes :-)



Nice blog summary I google on the quick: http://www.nerdblerp.com/story/2010-08-17-daria-how-i-revisted-the-90s

If I ever

get a mini pig, I will name it Karl Heinz...

Double D

I was meant to write a post about dress up and deja vus. The bit about deja vu I have forgotten what it was about between coming home, and drinking cider, and playing streetfighter (Chun Li <3 forever).

So now it is supposed to be about dressing up and old nicknames. Or rather my worst nickname derives from me dressing up for a play age 10 - I damn you chicken suit, I damn you. Let's put it that way, my last name is very Eastery, and combine that with a chicken, and you come to a stupid nickname I do not even want to share here. But as Easter is approaching fast (where is the time disappearing too?), I was reminded of it again. And of dress up.

Everyone who ever had a look at this blog's pics knows I love a good dress up. But instead of going into detail I shall keep it short. My friend from the local phonebook claims my entries are too long. And there should be more pictures. So herewith a couple of random pictures of costumes I own nowadays: Geisha, Penguin, Blade Runner, and off screen there is featuring the ninja turtle, Kyoko's Love Me hot pink outfit and a swinging 60's hula skirt.

  

I used to own a dress up box many many moons ago before I even knew the name for it, but when I left Uni and started my first job I thought there would never be a need ever again for a Santa clause, a cat or a magician. How wrong I was... but I learnt the error of my ways in London. I am still sad that I did not manage my leaving party under the epic topic: Tube stations. Still undecided if I had been a better Angel, Castle or Elephant...

Destiny and chocolate

I am sitting at work writing a business concept for integrating processes throughout the company, and while I am researching some papers to ensure I have not forgotten something, I stumbled about papers relating to the stone age concept of CPFR, and I realised I have been working with and about the same general topic for 10 years. I wrote my master thesis about CPFR, was a planner in my first job, wrote my PhD about the relationship between innovation and supply chain, and now was hired to implement S&OP. I have a passion for this topic, as it brings me into contact with all functions and all aspects of a company without requiring to be an expert in anything. But over time I have turned into an expert of cross funtional business processes. So why is it that when I dream about having my own business, it is not to open a consultancy and raking in lots and lots of cash based on all this acquired knowledge, but to open a beach hut in a backpacker capital that offers second hand books, multi media rooms, wifi, pizza and cider?

I am trying to convince my favourite person to go into business with me in 5 years, and that we should go location scouting every year for 2 weeks until we have found the perfect spot. Let's see how that pans out in October on our first scouting mission :-) That reminds me, I made her LOL yesterday.

I am not a big sweet eater, but with the new job and it being Switzerland and all, there is a lot more and more often chocolate available in the office, so I have eaten more of it then usual. Most people get fat, I got a skin rash. Turns out I am allergic to chocolate (or rather the milk in it). Who knew? I bet some people would love to have that problem :-P

Ok, back to my concept paper, just felt like sharing...

Getting lost with turtles (and maybe goats and chickens)

I was meant to write about turtles, getting lost and how to train a chicken, interspersed with some ranting about the fluffy undefined overused difference between Carnival parties and Apres Ski Parties. Unfortunately I managed to procrastinate this entry for so long until this moment. I am sitting in this mind-numbing meeting in a closed room with too many people and too little oxygen. I now have the choice of yawning until my eyes close, my head drops forward and I really embarrass myself, or start spewing random nonsense. As I am still the newbie, random nonsense out loud was out, so this unconcious moving of fingers over a keyboard was the next best option.

I accumulated so many great stories that should be shared, or at least kept somewhere for all future generations, But due to the happy anecdote potential happenings coming hard and fast, chasing each other around the corners, the individual story keeping inspiration dissipated together with the happy anecdote potential happenings induced tipsiness (this sentence makes so much more sense when you translate it into german). I guess I will just bullet point the key things:

a)     I keep getting lost in my little village, the last time after swimming, And I was so proud of myself, so proud for finally going swimming again and managing a whole kilometer straight away. And then there was a bus just turning around the corner when I got to the bus stop, and I was so happy, and felt accomplished, and was basking in my luckiness, and promptly got on the wrong bus that drove all the way up the hill. 20 minutes trekking down the hill in the dark then required booze, lots of it, so walked into the first establishment that looked like it would sell alcohol (I have to point out that the choices in the little village I keep getting lost in are limited). The evening was quite bizarre, but I swam, drank and kept being true to myself – Happy Days

b)    Turtles. I like Turtles, or rather tortoises, I would like to own multiple tortoises (if it was not for my travelling and the required terrarium), even more then I want mini pigs. This need resulted in my own designed turtle outfit that I got for Halloween, and that now got another outing during Carnival. My obsession with turtles turned into a lengthy middle of the night walking to the pub and back discussion about the best turtle names in the existence of turtle names. Judge their awesomeness for yourself: Connor Pineapple, Jeffrey Dragonfruit, Daisy Strawberry, Buttercup Mango and Lily Peaches

c)     Carnival: dressing up to random really awful music and crazy drunkenness from colorful drinks out of flasks is so much fun. Apres ski: dancing to random really awful music while drinking weird colorful cocktails out of shot glasses is a lot of fun as well. I enjoy both, the former three predefined days a year, the other during the one predefined week on the slop, but that is where it ends, I cannot cope with more (neither can my liver, my pride or my musical sensibilities). So why do these topic parties have to be repeated all year long out of scope or context. Can people not think out of the box and re-create the same under a different label? Out of some reason I cannot really pinpoint this really bugs me. Not sure why exactly

d)    Now the only key thing to mention that is missing is how to train a chicken. I want it to wear Lederhosen and gawk the wedding song (you know the one where the bride enters the church – here comes the bride???). My friend's future husband claims he can hypnotize a chicken, so I want to present them with a trained chicken as that would be such a cooler skill to have, I wonder if one can buy DIY books about training animals, and if those apply to chickens. mmmmh

a kind of 80s hair rock speed ballad style homemade song...

Awesome song send to me by someone awesome

Sorry for being awesome, God just made me that way

Sorry for being awesome, but I was built this way. A-wah-hey-hey!

Sorry for being awesome, but I just can't walk away

So sorry for being awesome, 'cos I've seen it all before

So sorry for being awesome, 'cos I've seen it all before,

and you can't go on without me but I gotta walk out that door

You can't hold me back, no, not now, not when I'm busting a move

Yo you think you're so awesome, but you're just some poodles in suits

You don't know awesome if it bit you in the shoe, 

so get out of my way now while I'm rollin' on through

Sorry for bein' awesome, but I just know what to do

hollywood has problems

Between the craziness that is Mel Gibson, the mess that is the Hoff, the jumping of Tom Cruise and the hair shaving of Britney, I do not really follow the meltdown of Charlie Sheen, but this is still funny
http://www.livethesheendream.com/

another shoe one - shoes during business trips...

sop sop sop, I need someone to feel sorry for me. I went to play billiard and twisted my knee :-( I have absolutely no idea how I did this. So now the only shoes I can wear are my black flats that are soooo boring. Do not get me wrong, they are very comfy and I love them as they were a Xmas present from my favourite person in the whole wide world, but still sooo boring.

I initially took 3 pairs of shoes with me for 3 weeks, but I can not wear my snow boots at work, and now neither the heels. Which would all not be a problem if I had not bought the amazing amount of 4 pairs of shoes in the last 2 weeks here. The brogue boots I talked about in the last post, but I added sparkly converse and high top converse, as well as a nice pair of beige flats to the collection. The collection that is nicely arranged in the entrance of my hotel room, but not on my feet as either totally inappropriate for work, or clashing with the boring work color pallette I am wearing*

I bought sparkly laces and plaid laces and other laces at the converse outlet shop, where I finally found the Ox sequins as well that I was trying to hound down all last summer. So despite the resolution to not submit to the shoe shopping addiction, I succumed one final time. Converse Haven!

I am still not sure where the obsession with chucks comes from. I always always had one pair of high top red ones (which is actually not accurate, I started wearing those after my last pair of high school doc martins died), but in recent years it has increased multifold. Has their selection increased or just gotten more interesting. But then again my love for shoes has increased multifold in line with my increasing salary and exposure to Amaaazing shoes. I am home sick for a home I no longer have... oh well, time to wrap this trip up, go home and add these shoes to my new shoe rack that is already reaching 150% capacity, and ice my knee once again

* I love the local IT guys, love love love them. They color schemed today and wore purple tops. I so wanted to join them, but spilled stuff over my purple dress yesterday night. But tomorrow we do blue and it is casual Friday and I am flying back so I can wear my blue tshirt and join - and wear my sparkly shoes with my sparkly black laces - I have to be allowed, I work for a company that produces Bling Bling

She-Ra

I have since a couple of days the comment: "She-Ra I am not" on my g-talk. I am not sure where it came from, I think from the fact of not having super powers, i.e. that I can not do everything, but not sure. It does not change the fact that I like it as comment, so I want to follow it up with a picture and the statement that I would so go and see the live action adaptation of it. Why is there none in production yet? Everything else is getting a live action adaptation...

I had that film, I am sure... I have some childhood memory of it. Actually, no, I had the music tape with the spoken dialogue of the movie that was included with the little She-Ra doll I had. I wonder how old I was then. mmmmmh?

Plaid and other things

First off, sad sad update, I did not get my Comicon tickets... I was sledging at full speed down a mountain when they came out, and thus not online enough to battle the refresh butting to secure these. Oh well, there is always next year, but I will nevertheless go to Vegas despite the VERY IMPORTANT SAP work date...

In order to compensate for that sadness in my life, I went shophappy in Boston this weekend (despite the cold) and may I declare that Newbury Street rocks big time (and also has a quite gobsmacking moneyabsorbing capacity). I have somehow rediscovered my long lost love for plaid. Lost for 15 years may I say - aah the long past times of doc martins, colored laces, and long plaid shirts over ripped jeans... Now I bought black ladies brogues/boots, put in colored red plaid laces, combined it with a pair of nice unripped opaque black tights and a red plaid shirt dress, and enjoyed the new updated grown up look of my teenagehood. Good times.

But still can not deal with the belted look around the shirt dress, despite buying a quite nice belt that I actually like in itself. But the whole thing it does to my hips, I can not stand, and thus I would fiddle and fiddle and fiddle with it while being out and about. The same way one worries a loose tooth until it goes, I would do that to the belt. Same reason I can not deal with having my hair open and not in a pony tail. I am always so jealous of people that can keep their nervous ticks at bay to maintain the integrity of a look...

Anywho, plaids... What to do, keep it down to one look and bring it up on occassion? Go the full monty and get some more? Am I too late on this particular bandwagon as the cool Fashion pics all seems from some seasons ago? The fashion choices are once again vast...

One last note: I would totally wear the top right red plaid dress...

cooooooooooooomics

Only a couple more days and I can buy my ComiCon tickets. The site has been an open tab in my chrome now for 2 months as I do NOT want to miss the sale. I will buy the ticket straight when I am back from skiing, and before I pack for 3 weeks snowy Rhode Island. And when I am back from the business trip to snow-hell I will finally get back again a subscription to Spirou magazine and indulge again in Belgian and French comics, my official starter drug into Nerdism.

I am still trying to pretend at my new work that I am only nerdy when it comes to processes and SAP, but I am slipping. I think the fact that I keep saying hello, please and goodbye in either Korean or Japanese, that I have a huge cartoon character as my screen saver and have more gadgets in my handbag then is healthy for my posture gives it away... or the fact that I refuse to budge my July weekend trip to San Diego one iota due to the above mentioned ticket despite a VERY IMPORTANT system change at work.

But before I hype myself up again about something months off, I am going to tackle some more sorting the new flat, icing my old lady knees so skiing will be fun on the weekend and some more staring at the heaps and heaps of shoes in my clothes room (it is a clothes room! not a walking in cupboard, but a clothes room). I bought a quite cool shoe rack, but due to noise restrictions and the need to bang nails into the wall to fix it, it has been half build for a week now with shoes nicely fanned around it. I LOVE shoes, but the only ones I wear at the moment are very comfy Rubber Duck Snowboots, and 3 weeks snow-hell won't increase the likelihood of breaking out my heels. Poor poor neglected heels, first 5 weeks in transit, then 3 weeks in a carton in my flat, and now I ignore them...

I wish there were little household gnomes that would sort the rest of the flat in my absence. That would be so convenient. On that note, I am seriously considering to buy one of those round hoover robots that run around and hoover all the time. Do they count as household gnomes? Do they even work? I need to read the Amazon reviews, me thinks.

Ah, I love being able to obsess about such trivial things. Isn't life grand?

the good times

So this is what I wrote last night:
"I wish all my friends were here. or would read this blog! I love my life! the little things! they rock. just got lost on my way home to my new place in the sticks... got picked up by the swiss firemen that drove me home. and now I am standing in the snow on my balcony drinking cider listening to music on my ipod thinking that life is good. wish you all were here to share the moment. old friends reconnected, awesome view, j-pop, and the internets to share the happiness..."
Repetitive - check, Rambling - check, overly gushy and happy - check... Note to self: do NOT blog in the middle of the night after a drink or two. Same rule applies to calling, texting, emailing and facebook status updates. Will I ever learn?

How Hallyu supports Changes

New job, new country, new city and no holiday to speak of inbetween. The snow ended my trip to Kenya but at least I got a lot of sleep and food over xmas before this crazy 2 weeks started.

So I moved over the last years from getting Dog Food from source to consumer, to Nappies, Crisps, Men's Clothing and now Bling Bling Jewellry... I am moving up in the world, as do the things I bring home from the company shop. I will also move about in the world a lot (it's called up to 70% business travel in my contract), always having a great huge bright flat in the swiss mountains to call home after the latest business adventure. Curiously this is the first time I am not overexcited about it all but actually fairly relaxed. Everytime I have done the uprooting before (fourth time!) Excitable ME made it all fun but a bit stressful, but somehow not this time. It is weird, maybe experience really cools one down. Or maybe the fact that I had a desk, a flat and a great mountain view from my desk helped me settle... who knows. I actually suspect it is my new re-discovered obsession with Korean Dramas that kept my mind firmly on something entirely different.

I really liked Marry me Mary, thought Secret Garden was weird but the male lead is awesome, IRIS is really addictive but I know how it ends (sniff sniff), re-watched You're beautiful, and loooove My princess. My Korean is coming along nicely (I can say the important things: I am sorry, I love you, Hello, Thank you ;-). I have thoroughly establised though that I prefer Romantic Comedies, especially the Taiwanese and Korean ones, do like Japanese classic comedy Shojo re-imagings (HamaKimi) as well as other Manga/Manwha remakes (Mars), but do not like Manking story lines at all. No lost parents, weird illnesses, sudden amnesia, and all other contrived story lines for me. Keep it simple people (i.e. Full House), go for the good looking male leads (and please let them be Men and not boys - Coffee Prince!), and throw in a good dose of humour, and this weird fangirl is happy - for the time being at least.

Because let's face it, I have no friends in this swiss mountain village bar my geeky hobbies and thus will burn through my multiple geek interests in a fast rate during the 30% I am at home. Next stop not yet defined, but most likely it goes back to Manga/Manwha as just recently completed the cycle of US TV shows, then Urban Fantasy books, now Korean dramas, ie it is time again for COMICS. I need to prepare for Comic-Con 2011 anyway ;-). Happy 2011, and Keep it Geek