There are people who know ...

 

... that the only possible reaction to finding a slug in your bathroom is to put it on a  toothbrush and start taking pictures of it.

And then there are other people.

It's fall. The trees go topless.

From the great battle of shopping lists not all of the brave soldiers returned home.

I love making faces.

Here's my favorite face of November.

I can't remember where I am, but it looks like I'm having fun.

Okay, from the picture I do remember now. It is the new exhibition of the "Hamburg Water Color Workshop" (hamburger aquarellwerkstatt) at Fabrik der Künste. Could somebody get me a glass of water now please?

The dog with no end.

A couple of months ago a peculiar shaggy dog started straying in the streets of my brain. I have been watching him for some time now and I think he will turn into a story titled „The dog with no end“ soon. Just give it some time.

As much as I know so far he lives with an old lady who can’t remember his name, which doesn’t matter much because he can’t remember her name either, and when you know who you are and who the other person is and you don’t talk to anybody else anyway, names aren’t really that necessary. It is hard to tell the front and the back of the dog apart, and even the dog himself can’t sometimes, but that doesn’t matter much either, because the dog is used to bumping into things and he has learned that if one of his ends can’t manage to eat the food the old lady puts into his dish, the other end surely can.

The old lady keeps losing things, and when she blames it on her absent-mindedness the dog doesn’t object, although he knows that some of those lost things turn up in his hair some time later (one day when he licked his left hind leg he found a porcelain dolphin, a dollar bill and the key to the attic they both had believed to be gone, and he silently put everything back on the kitchen table). When times get tougher financially, his clumsiness turns out to be a lifesaver for the two of them. 

What's the word for the moment when ...

... your bad conscience about not picking up your absent colleague's phone turns into sheer anger that it just WON'T STOP RINGING?