bloodandpepper

One of 384957836354747 reasons why I love this city. Superb street art.

http://trekmovie.com/2011/05/06/geman-tv-fail-star-treks-maquis-not-involved-in-bin-laden-mission/


I laughed tears. So epic.

***Thanks for your support on the my last rant a week ago. All is fine now. My art is save again (???). I'm poor, but sexy. My kitty is a maniac but healthy. And my relatives are at a place where I like them best: far away.

***I'd been on a über-super-housewife trip today that even scared myself: I baked bread, cleaned the whole flat and even my nemesis, the bath, is spotless. I'm on the couch now - feet on the table, drinking beer. Life is gorgeous.

***I've to suffer through the last round of the snooker finals with my roomy. This has to be the most boring sport right after golf and Ping-Pong. I like my balls big. XD (Hey, Carina, amore mia , I know you watch the shi...stuff, too! XD~ )

***Ma asked what I did on the first of May (dancing, party, drinking,...) and I jokingly answered, I went to Kreuzberg to throw some stones at the police. Her three-second-silence after I said that should worry me, shouldn't it.

***I love skype. I watched my godchild running around with the pink bunny-shaped watering can I gifted her, planting sunflowers in the backyard, looking exactly like her mother did 20 years ago. All grey eyes and blond hair to the waist and so much energy.

***For all of my love for the UK - if someone utters a 'William and Kate' in my presence I will go berserk. There was no escape from that show. It kinda reminded me of a rare never shown before mating ritual on discovery channel. I have nothing against monarchy but I couldn't care less.

***I got invited to brunch in some upper class hotel last sunday. It's such fun to crash the dress code with some skinny jeans and a toxic green shirt and a simple laid back attitude.

***Oh. About the never ending story of 'Hetalia fucks my brain': On the sightseeing tour through Berlin my anime/manga innocent cousin asked me, why the statue of the victory column got a chicken on her head. I first fell silent in utter shock, then laughed till I cried. My cousin thought I'd gone nuts. Yup, she's probably right.

Sometimes I doubt mankind. Or at least people here in Berlin.

Japan slithers from one catastrophe to the next, Libya is one step away from a full-out war - and what are the main worries in my country?
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A dead polar bear from the zoo.
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What the fuck?! Honestly, WHAT THE FUCK?!


...in case you haven't noticed, that's one of my famed temper tantrums

Title: Galgenvögel (gallows birds)
Artist: bloodandpepper
Characters: Prussia
Rating: harmless this time
Warnings: none
Media: Medium: Pencil



A/N: Prussian crows are silvern (corvus corone cornis) while the ones in the rest of the nation tend to be black (corvus corone corone). That's one of the first things I noticed upon moving to Berlin. In a life to come, I'll study ornithology.
Oh. And Hetalia fucks my brain, I guess. XD~

( this way please )

It had been a hot summer's day in 1996 when my parents called me and my sis to the back of our garden. We stood there sweating and torturing our brains what we possibly had done to deserve this seldom, stern gaze of our father.
"Speak up, daughters, what's THIS."

And with 'THIS' he pointed to the ground, where a innocent plant budded to sunlight. It had been around knee hight and was frail and, well, green. But it's five-pointed leaves gave it's identity away in a millisecond.

"That's Marihuana." I declared in nerd-mode, as always.

"Freaking cool!!!" my baby sis stated with her olive eyes almost popping out of her head. 'Wrong reaction, honey', my mind said and indeed, my father's gaze fixed upon her. I recalled the mummified cactus drying in eternal peace enclosed by an sarcophagus like pot on her window sill and I HAD to defend my adolescent pest of a sister, even if I didn't want to.

"Dad. You know. She couldn't raise a plant even if her life would depend on it..." Let alone a exotic one like this. Which was on the other hand an equally stupid reaction from my side, because now my Dad focused his glare on me.

I raised my hands in defense and stated "The last time I tried to smoke something, I ended up vomiting for half an hour right into the rose hedges behind the school, remember?!" That had been so embarrassing, because my old primary school teacher had to walk me home, but now this incident had to prove my innocence.
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"Maybe Mama has planted something strange again!" my sis spoke up. Now the family's gaze rested on our Ma. And that accusation wasn't that far fetched. Has your Mom ever raised something labeled as 'bellpeppers' that turned out to be thorn apple?! No? Welcome to my family. And believe me, you should NOT eat thorn apple. 5oo years back in time my Ma would have fallen victim to the inquisition, I'm sure: Red-headed and herb planting, she would have been burned alive.

But back to our little discussion in the garden and the very THERE Marihuana plant.

My Ma defended herself in her usual eloquence and when my father finally heaved a sigh, it was settled: The plant had to be destroyed, it didn't matter how it got to that very spot.

"Burn it!", my sis squealed and everyone rolled eyes.

"Maybe we should call the police?", I offered.

"Wonderful. 'Hello Officer, could you come over and put the fishy plant to prison, I'm so frightened!!!' " Sometimes I have to urge to just hit my sister. That had been one of those times.
"No! What will the neighbors think!", that's Ma's logic.

Then Dad ripped the offending creature from the ground and, oh wonder, stared to pick off its leaves.

"We are going to press these and put them in Mama's herbarium." my father can be analytical if push comes to shove. So the family headed off to gather books that proved to be big enough to contain the leaves - that turned out to be rather large.

In the end we were standing around the kitchen table with exactly three books on it: My school atlas. Mama's bavarian cooking book. And the Holy Bible.

"We can't use my atlas! Herr Köhler (my horrible geography teacher!) is so goin' to kill me if there's stuff like that in between!!!", I said in my drama voice. Imagine the Papua New Guinean rain diagrams next to the drug leaves! My parents just nodded.

"And we won't use Tante Gretel's cooking book. It's an heirloom", my Ma stated with a finality that promised a cold kitchen if anyone dared to speak up against her. When it comes to things like that, she is able to install matriarchy with a simple stare. And my Dad knew better than to challenge an amazon war he has to loose.

"So. It's settled then. We use this." and he grabbed the Bible and started to stuff it with the Marihuana leaves. Have I mentioned, that Dad is the most faithful atheist ever existed? You wouldn't have guessed it, would you?

Suddenly a smirk blossomed upon his face: "Hey, if ever Jehova's witnesses are showing up here again and asking you what you do with the Bible, take the book and hand them over a pressed Marihuana leave, will you?!"

Bless God for Dad's pedagogic skills!

***

If you think this is a faiy tale you are sorely mistaken. That's just my family. I intend no harm and hope no one is offended by the lack of religious piety that's so obvious. XDDD~

I read some report about illegal crop growings at the river Rhine and THAT old story plopped into my mind.

Thanks Dad. What a glorious picture to remind me that I'm hillbillygirl who misses her mountains quite a bit.


(Black Wood Forest at dawn ©my Dad)

I hope you've survived christmas well and alive in most parts - I definitly have and am glad that this time of the year lays behind me. I'm exhausted to the bone and are once again sick in bed. But that's a good thing because it gives me time to do some art hunting!

So my dear Bleach fans, here are summa summarum the creme de la creme of my favourite art pages! Enjoy and keep in mind that I'm an art snob.

http://urayuki.futene.net/top00.htm
(in large parts GrimmxIchi. High quality.)

http://asml.noor.jp/ml/img.html
(the best GinXRan page I know. Superb stuff!)

http://rasse.ivyro.net/
(ByaRen in a wonderful variety: Fluffy and funny, tragic and gloomy, stylish and glossy.... Korean page, but easy to browse.)

http://bls.skr.jp/works/bleach/index.htm
(strangestrangestrange! pairings, AizenShunsui for example, but good and intersting drawing style and stunning oekakis. But take the mature warings serious, children!)

http://ura7thheaven.blog47.fc2.com/page-2.html
(wonderful blog-page with surprisingly 'western style' drawings)

http://rinrin.saiin.net/~suzune/e.html
(IchiIshi with an unique touch. Colourful and extraordinary. :heart: )

http://6999x.x0.com/index/top/
(high quality art page with tons of stuff. Much KisukexShinji but also loads of Nnoitrax Tesla and Szayel&Co. But once again, keep in mind: ADULT means adult. XD~)

http://daki.myi.cc/index2.htm
(Good artworks, but sadly only a handfull.)

http://shduswn31.cafe24.com/ner4.htm
(Delicate drawings, but way too much Hitsugaya. A pitty, but nice page nonetheless.)

http://mightymegi07.ivyro.net/gallery.html
(This time, too much Hinamori, but the art is great.)

http://user.chol.com/~hynin/
(absolutly stunning. Pictures with depth, expression and intelligence. Art at its best. Use the kittens at the top to browse the page.)

http://web-box.jp/afterglow/gallery.html
(RukiaxKaien centric, wonderfull watercolour artworks)

http://blaster0015.blog54.fc2.com/
(you aren't a die hard IchiIshi fan if you don't know Blast and her superb fanarts.)

http://homepage2.nifty.com/D-BRAND/main.html
(Fragile drawings and bright colours, IchiIshi, fuck yeah!)

http://itiuridamasii.gozaru.jp/img/mo.html
(Soulfull traditional artwoks, rather unknown artist)

http://paraiso.chocot.net/01top/01about/ousetusitsu_2.html
(myriads of art! And all the pretty boys! Mainly IchiXRenXGrimm)

There's more out there, but I'm half asleep now.

Love you all!

I somehow come to hate Mondays, because my personal desasters tend to happen at that day of the week. But not today. So for all the people that cheered me up last week - here on DA and in real life: I wouldn't have made it through that horrible 7 days full of inscurieties and sleepless nights if it weren't for you, folks. So I've no words how thankfull I am for that.

I've been at the cardiologist today and after a check over an hour he let me leave with the knowledge, that no, I don't have a hole in my heart, but that cold one month ago had been a heavy influenza that somehow smashed the efficency of my heart. But it will recover over the next few months.

And I will be running again at the beginning of spring! Fuck yeah!

So, if I wish you all one, important thing for christmas, it will be: Health.

Okayokay my nerdiness runs full speed now. When my dear sickletongue tagged me for the BBC bookmeme she triggered the sleeping littérateur in me, who's used to question each canon presented to him/her.

And upon a closer look, I found some oddities in the BBC canon of literature. I kneel in sand and dust faced with the glory of Tolstoi, Orwell and many others on the list - but putting Dan Brown's 'Da Vici Code' and Pullmans 'His dark materials' series in one row with 'the Bible', Shakespeare & Co seems...laughable. Sorry, I enjoyed both books muchmuchmuch, but I would put higher standards for world literature than these - especially faced with the gap of books I'm sorely missing. And what's with that overload of Jane Austen...she's named four times! (and I find these books boring without comparison)

So, I'm doin' what my literature prof asked us to do every time we would be confronted with a set up canon: Create an own. That's what I'm doin now. Here are the Top10 books the BBC just forgot.


1. 'The grassharp' Truman Capote
The only book I immediatelly started to re-read after I finished it. This parable contains so much silent wisdom without indoctrination.

2.'The Odyssey' Homer
The FUCK (sorry)! This is one of humankind's most fundamental works and BBC doesn't give a damn. It's the journey of all journeys, full of splatter and monsters and - unique in ancient greek stories - the only one with an HAPPY END!

3.'The pest' Albert Camus
A caleidoscope of what a human makes human - or inhuman. I cried tear of anger in the end.

4.'The name of the rose' Umberto Eco
Glorious detective story with even greater characters and an authentic historical setting. No happy end here, like in the movie.

5.'Narziss und Goldmund' Hermann Hesse
If you ever have to read one german book, please, let it be this. A story about a great friendship (...that you can easily read homoerotic), about art, a life-long journey and the yearning for an aim in life.

6.'Macbeth' Shakespeare
So much drama! So much destiny!

7.'The picture of Dorian Gray' Oscar Wilde
Again, how dare you to forget him BBC! This books shows the abysms lurking in everything you deem beautiful and noble.

8.'Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World' Haruki Murakami
Unicorns and conciousness will never be what they meant to you before read that book.

9.'Antigone' Sophokles
The endless fight between moral and ethics against reason of state. Newsworthy like never before.

10.'Divina Commedia' Dante
You've no right to say 'The hell!' - if you haven't read THIS.


So, now it's up to you, what's your top10?