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*ROFL!!!*
Reading through the list of 105(!) emails I have received on my "official" - and mightily spam-swamped email address, I found the funniest thing I have ever seen, a spam email I was really tempted to open.
By a gentleman named Marshall Hagan <adelinegogrsn@h.com> (You gotta love those made-up names and addresses) with the subject line: "Wanna get laid?"
The most ridiculous thing! Who in his right mind would think this was an actual offer?

A meme and weird imaginationings

List five fictional people -- from television, movies, books, whatever -- that you had a crush on as a child (or early teens). Then post this on your LiveJournal so other people can be assured that you're as weird as they thought.
1. King Thrushbeard. He still is my favorite fairytale guy.
2. Aladin from the Disney movie, being the first movie I ever saw in the cinema.
3. Jareth (if 13 still qualifies as early teens)
4. Archangel Gabriel
5. James Bond

Speaking of Jareth, i had the weirdest deja-vu last night. (well, it wasn't really a deja-vu, as that would be I see something and think I was already there, but I can't think of the right word.)
For some reason I can't remember anymore, Labyrinth came to my mind. And suddenly I had this flashback to a road in Eastborne, England. If you shoed me a map of that town I could possibly point out the exact road, it was the way from my host family to the bus stop, closer to the bus stop than the house, I saw the pavement of the sidewalk and the road, I saw the little wall on the side and the grass behind it, I even seemed to smell the air there. It was exactly the road to that particular house I stayed in. And that was in 1995, a two-week stay. It was the year I first saw a bit of Labyrinth. The only thing I can remember of watching it was seeing Jareth, though now that I know the whole movie I know that my memory mixes up the ballroom scene with the first scene of Jareth in the bedroom of Sarah's parents, standing in the window.

Similarly, driving home today my eyes wandered off to the side of the road, and there was this road up into the woods, covered with snow, and for a split second I was sure I was in Maine. Then the wood gave way to a field and the illusion was destroyed.

A third thing my imagination is doing to me lately: I see faces on the tiles in the bathroom at my place in Hammelburg. The tiles are different shades of grey, and I have found the first face on them ages ago, but last morning and this morning I found a ton of others.
I found a grumpy looking giant, a young woman with a hat in the fashion of the early 19th century, a young woman passionately kissing a man's throat, a couple looking each other in the eyes, wondering at something that happens between them. Strange. I hate to step on those tiles, but at the rate my imagination is going I won't have much choice while taking my shower.

Bowie musing

Yesterday I realized something that makes the difference between David Bowie and - everybody else. When it comes to musicians, that is.
I have called myself a fan of several bands and singers. Usually it lasted for as long as it took to listen to most of their songs two or three times, then I got bored. If I listen to the music as a background noise only, and it doesn't touch me anymore, the person will slowly but surely fall off my list.
Of course there are times when I listen to DB while doing something else, while concentrating on something else. But they are rare.
And even then, after a while a song will touch me so much I want to hit him for finding just the right words and singing them exactly that way, making them mean so much to me.
"You could not imagine that it could happen this way" is one of those lines. Whenever I hear it, no matter how often I have listened to the song, I am reminded of one specific incident in my life.
It might sound really, really strange, but sometimes I think he's been in an almost exact same situation and that's what he sings about, because every word hits home.
Listening to him is like reading your own diary of the future. As if he looks back at things you have happen to yourself right now.
It is incredible.
And this is the strangest thing I have ever posted.
Oh well.