Bloggeritis … Part 2

 

In the end we always end up exactly where we never wanted to be in the first place.
Moi Myself, July 2009

Have I actually mentioned how repulsive this whole rampant self‑presentation craze — let’s call it bloggeritis — is to me? Every person, whether they have anything to say or not, has their own blog or homepage and pollutes the internet environment with their thought‑garbage. Not to mention MySpace, Facebook, YouTube, ICQ, Twitter accounts and pages and whatever else. Doesn’t anybody have a real life anymore? Or is life in general virtual and online these days?

So why am I writing this blog? Who cares? I don’t have anything to say. My message is nothing. And you won’t get any personal information about me, myself and I. Bromford Bibble certainly isn’t my real name. I invented myself. It’s just for fun and to explore how long I can keep my focus on this. And I want to find out how long I can keep this upright. Can I fill the labels with every day of the week? How many posts in a row? And on which day of the week will I post the most posts? And why English? Nobody knows. Maybe in a former life I was an English butler or an American teenage werewolf. Who knows?

And what else is new in the world? Houses are sinking into former open‑cast brown‑coal mines and future recreational areas, while at the same time dozens of cars on German highways crash into each other in holiday traffic as if pulled together by magnets. If that’s not a sign of the approaching end of the world, then I don’t know what is.

But always remember:
The answer to life, the universe and everything is still and forever
42.

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Today is Monday, the 24th of August 2026.

Strawberry Mint … Part 2

 

"What has science ever done for us?"  
Moe Szyslak, bartender (in “Judgment Day”)

What exactly do you actually do with strawberry mint, that plant with the small, oval leaves and the rounded serrations along the edges? What exactly - apart from receiving the plant as a gift in a plastic flowerpot, planting it in the garden, watching it grow and spread, and then wondering what on earth you’re supposed to season with it? Should I perhaps not have followed the surely well‑meant advice, and should I not have uprooted everything, stalk and stem, tied it into bundles, and hung it up in the attic to dry, as I eventually did? And should I then have gone through the trouble of painstakingly removing the leaves from the rest of the plant by hand and mixing them with likewise dried lemon herb, in order to finally use this mixture as tea? Where, for thunder’s sake, is the magic book “Strawberry Mint - and One Thousand Ways to Use It” when you desperately need it?

The infusion you get when you pour hot water over the wilted foliage has a light, amber‑like color and a spicy aroma. The tea tastes strongly minty and not too bitter. Still, I have a slight fear that every time I drink the brew, I’m poisoning myself just a little - like back then when I ate the shells of pumpkin seeds because I didn’t know any better. Be that as it may, the fact remains that every time I drink this home‑brewed beverage, I get raging headaches. Maybe I should patent it. The world’s first tea from original, genuine organic cultivation that causes headaches. For risks and side effects, consult your doctor or pharmacist.

Please don’t call us - we won’t call you!

P.S. Panic Room - More Jodie Foster, more sense, and even more suspense.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 23rd of August 2026.

The End is Near... Part 2

What I am doing? Don't ask me what I am doing.

The world ends on a Thursday.
Marius Müller‑Westernhagen

This Thursday?

Come on then, THURSday!

You still have 3 hour and 52 minutes to convince me otherwise.

Good night, world!

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Thursday, the 20th of August 2026.