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
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