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Muse ist momentan einer meiner Lieblingsbands, und nicht erst seit Twilight (Supermassive Black Hole ist auf dem Soundtrack zur Vampirschnulze). Man kann sich die sphärischen, düsteren und teils brachialen Klänge einfach immer wieder reinziehen. Obwohl sich das Muster oft wiederholt, werden die Lieder doch nie langweilig. Hier die Alben auf deezer:

Showbiz (1999)
Origin of Symmetry (2001)
Absolution (2003)
Black Holes and Revelations (2006)

Die Alben lassen sich ausserhalb von Frankreich nur mit einem Trick abspielen. Man benötigt dazu:
Firefox, am besten in der neuesten Version
Greasemonkey, ein super Addon für Firefox welches das automatische verändern von Webseiten erlaubt.
Deezer V 2.1, ein Script für Greasemonkey das Deezer vorspiegelt man komme eben doch aus Frongreisch.

Und hier noch ein paar der besten Songs ab diesen Alben:


Ein neues Album soll laut der offiziellen Seite der Band (http://www.muse.mu) am 14. September 2009 erscheinen. Ich freu mich drauf!
Von freakpants am 25.06.2009 um 11:48 Uhr - 1 Kommentar | Tags: Musik


CHAPTER 1 - THE DESERT




Where do we go, nobody knows
I've gotta say I'm on my way down
God gave me style and gave me grace
God put a smile upon my face


Coldplay - God Put a Smile Upon Your Face

I’m looking at my watch, and all the time has been stolen
when I was carrying you, it seems I’ve slipped and I’ve fallen


Smash Mouth - Waste


I


It was late in the afternoon. The air over the sandy plains was flimmering with heat and the sun made us sweat our souls out of our bodies. I was looking at Johnny. He was catatonic; he hadn’t spoken nor moved for the last two hours. Even though every little movement I made was extremely exhausting, I knew that this wasn’t what caused his apathy. It was something that came from deeper within him. It struck me as weird that he should be the more sensible one of us, as I had always admired his strength. I crept over to him and tried to reanimate him. Somehow he had been shocked worse by the course of events, and I wondered if there was a special reason to it or if I just knew so less about my best friend. Fact was that he wasn’t moving and that didn’t cheer me up either, as it meant we would be stuck in this hell until… I swallowed the thought and tried to think. Again and again I saw the flames and the soldiers; heard the screams from within the building and felt the atmosphere of despair. An airplane had flown over us. I got up and waved liked mad, realising only seconds later how futile that was. Dark thoughts crawled through my brain, but the thought of leaving Johnny all alone kept me from committing suicide.

The next morning I woke up with my back aching, hoping not to see only sand and the sun when opening my eyes, but was utterly disappointed. It was another day in hell, and my optimism kept shrinking, adjusting itself to the terrible truth: We would die in this desert. It was then I thought I could understand Johnny’s appearance way better, assuming that the he had just realised the truth sooner than me.

Somewhere around noon Johnny suddenly re-awoke from his apathy. He looked to the horizon and said: “Timothy, can u see that there on the horizon?” He usually only called me by my full name when he was very serious, and that made me listen up. “Where? Oh, I see. Right beside that sand corn there, right-o?” He ignored my joke but I wasn’t just kidding. I could indeed see something, just a tiny dot on the horizon, and it was coming closer. “What is it you think?” I didn’t know what to say, but managed a “Lets hope the best.” After half an hour it was obvious that a person was walking towards us, slow but firm. We weren’t foolish enough too hope that this would be our rescue, but at least we would have some company, maybe even someone who had lived through the same we had. It took another half an hour for her to arrive where we were. Her name was Lydia, like the ancient kingdom, and she too, had been working at the Hully Plant. “And where were you when the building burned down?” I asked. ”Inside.” Both Johnny and me jumped. “You managed to get out?” ”Yes, indeed. Not that it was a piece of cake, though. It was terrible wandering through this mace of emergency tunnels, I heard lots of screams, parts of the ceiling coming down and the smell was almost killing me. More than once I reached dead ends, and I still think I was terribly lucky to have gotten out. It was night, the place deserted. It was odd, but I couldn’t do anything else than start to wander off to the next village. And then I met you guys here. You have brought me off my course quite a bit, I must say.” ”By how much?” “Oh, I guess about two kilometres or so.” I was struck with awe, and so was Johnny. It delighted me too see him being alive again. ”So are we close to a village now?” he asked, more than just faint hope swinging in his voice. ”Depends on what you call close.” This woman was strong and she knew about it. No doubt about that. That and her rather dubious story about her escape scared me. After all that had happened there was no reason to trust her. Silence fell between us. I had time to look at her a bit closer. She had certainly put surviving before good-looking, as her clothing was all practical. I don’t want to pretend that I knew very much about what is smartest to wear in the desert, but it just looked very “convincing”. She met my stare with a challenging look, making me even further unsure of myself. “Well you guys can stay here, but I am not intent on dying here.” ”We neither. But how do you know the direction you’re going is not leading farther into the sand?” The ice-cold look which followed that made it obvious that Johnny had just made a mistake. ”As I said already, I’m not going to drag you with me, but letting you die isn’t what I’d prefer either.” Johnny flinched, more out of the easiness with which she spoke about death, than because of her voice that supported the idea that she was “dead serious”.

II


Two or maybe three hours later, a view, nicer than anything I ever saw, revealed itself to my eye: A little oasis, with immense palms and impressive banana plants, growing around a tiny lake, in which the last rays of the setting sun, shining through the leaves, reflected. I was unbelievably grateful, and thanked god for sending us Lydia, apparently not just a though, but also a very smart girl. The way she had led us through the desert, not stopping a single second to consider whether she was going right, is just indescribable. Just thinking of it now, gives me the creeps. There was food, shadow and, water. I figured we could have hold out for a week at this sweet place, and part of me wanted to stay in this paradise, not to face the hot reality of the open desert again. But Lydia only let us stay there for a day, probably giving in with that already. Neither I nor Johnny made to question her decisions, feeling that she really was familiar with the desert. She wasn’t walking around all the time or anything, but somehow I felt her restlessness, her urge to press on. I though that she was sending me a message, not totally on purpose, but not very unwillingly either. I found her powers rather discomforting, not realizing she was just building on resources every one of us has. Even though scary she was, we couldn’t ignore her beauty. Soon we discovered each other’s inclination for her. It could have been reason for an open conflict, but we managed to avoid it, partly because of Lydia’s behaviour. She was friendly but always managed to keep a certain distance while we were in the desert. So we were able to focus on our main problem, finding a way out of this desert. Our hopes had gotten higher with Lydia being with us, but still we could’ve used the maps that had burnt in Lydia’s room at the plant. She had come back already twice from looking for an oasis, each time unsuccessful, when she realized she wouldn’t be able to do it by herself. I guess it must’ve broken a bit of her pride, but if it did, she didn’t show. She came to me saying: “I don’t think we’re going to make it like this. I want you to help me.” The very second she said the words, my admiration for her rose. It requires strength to admit you’re too weak. “Yes,” I said. “What do you want me to do?” ”We need to find another oasis. I know I could make it out of here, but not with you guys… So we need to find oasis’ to come along. I know there’s lots here, compared to other regions, but still they are very scarce. And I’m afraid it’s going to become critical if we won’t find one soon. I’ll try and teach you how to find them. After that we will both go out, to find a way of getting out of here.” “Do you really think I can do that?” “Let’s think positive, will you?” And so we began the training. My disbelief in the supernatural didn’t make the task easier, and I am convinced Lydia was quite angry about my narrow thinking. I tried my best, because I didn’t want to anger her, but it took a very long time to learn anyway. Mostly that was, because I didn’t have any moments of success, and was just trying over and over again, not at all convinced that this was going to work out once it came to really doing it. Mostly, Lydia taught me how to concentrate and be open for “the signal”. But also basic navigation was on the schedule, since it wouldn’t have been any good if I ran out and would not have returned. ”We need to go all south, since that’s were we’re going to find civilisation again.” “You sure you know how to read the sun?” she inquired. “Yes, it’s a good thing we have our watches with us and they’re still working. By the way, you don’t have any, how do you..?” “Never you mind” she replied, sharply. This harsh tone was unusual for her and I wondered why she didn’t want to tell me, but didn’t enquire any further, assuming that she had her reasons. Finally we set out on our own, leaving Johnny alone waiting at our “lair”.

I now had walked ten hours since the decision to start our expedition was made. I never even had the slightest twist of the feeling, which Lydia had described to me. I was beginning to get despaired, when suddenly something seemed to strike me. A humming travelled through every nerve of my body, from the toe to the head. There it stopped, and faded a bit, still making every bone in my body vibrate. I remembered Lydia’s advice, not to get over excited , cause it would scare the feeling away. Though tense, I managed. I slipped into a sleep-like existing, trying to feel a certain direction. Then something incredible happened. My ears were receiving a “picture”. Even though I couldn’t see it, it was there. A “blue” ray ran from my position over the sandy plains to the horizon. After 15 more minutes, I had reached see the “second paradise”. It was pretty much like the first one we had encountered, just that there were more palms. There was a bigger lake and its shape resembled that of a heart. With high spirits and fresh water, I started the long walk back to Johnny and Lydia. Getting back didn’t take nearly as long, as I felt very light inside. Lydia had returned earlier than me, and after a short discussion, we came to the conclusion that it would be wiser to move on to my oasis. This day’s evening didn’t last long, as we all were tired, and we “went to bed” early, full of enthusiasm.

The next day we packed our things and took over to the oasis I had found. The other two found the place just as nice as I did, but neither of them made any remark about the weird shape of the lake… After a day of rest, we began searching for a new oasis. But this time, both I and Lydia had no luck, even after an exhaustive search that took more than 13 hours. Extremely exhausted, we sat in our lair and looked at the stars. Lydia was breeding, and Johnny sat there, quietly, but he didn’t look as bad as he had looked when we still had been on our own. I asked him how he felt. “Quite well. Actually, the pain is all gone…” At this point, Lydia interrupted: ”Are you sure? You mean you’re fully recovered?” “Yes,” he replied, unsure. “At least it feels that way..” “Okay. I suppose you can help us finding the next oasis, then.”

But fate didn’t seem to be on our side anymore. Johnny seemed unable to learn how to find the oases and Lydia had the questionable luck to find one of the rare stones in the desert, and twisted one of her beautiful ankles. We now had a new patient, whom we men were very much up to care for. But as I was the only one who had a chance of finding another oasis, Johnny was the one to stay with her. I envied him, but little choice did I have. I left our “lair” with a bad feeling. This feeling only increased as I wandered solely through the desert. I became very depressed again, and it was actually worse than at the time before Lydia had joined us. I wasn’t able to sleep at all, in this cold, lonely and liveless night. I pictured horrible pictures before my eyes: About Lydia and Johnny coming closer to each other, or them deciding to walk away and letting me die. I even imagined hearing their voices, saying they didn’t give a damn about me anymore. Finally I did fall asleep, but my sleep was troubled by ugly dreams.

The next morning the world looked, as usual, much friendlier again. I managed to put a smile upon my face by thinking that there was at least nice and sunny weather. Of course I didn’t mean it as serious at that time as it later became to be…

In the early afternoon this day I spotted something on the horizon. As I got closer to the thing, which was an immensive rock, I began to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t about the rock, but about the whole atmosphere. It felt.. silent. Not that there were any sounds in this desert other than the crunching of my feet on the hot sand, but yet it felt more silent than usually. I guessed that part of this was because of Lydia teaching me about feeling the signs the desert was giving. It meant that I was beginning to develop a connection to this heap of sand, and I didnt like that idea. But something told me I’d better be hurrying to the rock. I couldnt think of anything to happen, but I started walking towards it anyway. After a few more hard hours I finally reached it. The silence had been constant for that period, but nothing had happened. As I stood before the enormous rock and looked at it’s wierd shape, I suddenly realised, what danger I had overseen in my ignorance. The rock had been carved into that shape by nothing else than sandstorms. And the “silence” I had felt, supported the idea that one was brewing up. Of course, I, who had been working and living in the middle of the worlds greatest and most ruthless desert, had heard about those, but I had never experienced one, nor did I know what to do. Again I cursed myself for being so daft, overseeing such a obvious and harmful danger. But there was still time, and I decided to look for a save cave in the big rock.

It must’ve been ten minutes or less, and I had climbed to an impossible position. I didnt dare to move up or down, left or right. I just hung there and thought about my situation. After a while I luckily managed to somehow find a way downward again. When I was almost back on safe ground again, I slipped. I managed to get a grip with my hands, and managed to avoid falling into the big hole I had “discovered”. It had been a dangerous and shocking event, but the advantages overweighed, since the hole opened to a cave. But, oh dear, what a incredible place! Ab enormous dungeon, nice and cool, with a small opening for the sun to shine through and keep a plantage of bananas alive. Flowing through the center of the dungeon, was a small river, with crystal clear water, the flow of which produced a soothing sound that bounced off the walls. I’ve made myself comfortable and waited. Ten minutes later, what I had suspected, became true: A massive cacophony built up outside my shelter, and sand started dropping through the ceiling. But there wasn’t any wind coming in. Relieved, I wondered how Johnny and Lydia were managing this turmoil_, but I didn’t worry, fully trusting Lydia’s knowledge. It was a long way back to our lair, but I took it light-hearted, knowing my excursion was a success. Even the night’s terrible cold didn’t hurt as much as usually. But as I came closer and closer, I became less and less sure of myself. I started thinking about the two of them being alone together, and those thoughts weren’t nice. I knew that I was probably making myself crazy over nothing, but I couldn’t stop it. As I finally arrived, everything seemed fine, but nonetheless I was still convinced that Johnny had used my absence for getting closer to Lydia, and treated him like he wasn’t there. He acted as if he didn’t know what I was angry about, but I took that for show. Lydia took my silence for tiredness, or was smart enough not to escalate the situation. After I had taken sometime to rest myself, I began telling my experience. They were happy to know that I had found a place where we could go to, and their genuine pleasure made me proud. I forgot my hard feelings, and started acting normally again. When I’ve had two days of rest, as the resources of the oasis began to fade, we went on our way again. During this long voyage I came to the conclusion that either both of them were very good actors, or that I had been very silly. When we arrived at my discovery, they agreed that this place was a kind of heaven, making all previous places we had seen look crappy_. We stayed there until Lydia was up and running again, then making our way to the next oasis which I had discovered in the meantime. I had forgotten about my dark thoughts about Johnny and felt guilty for not trusting him about abusing the situation to get an advantage with Lydia. I still considered us equally capable of landing Lydia…

Our expedition through the sands had gotten a kind of routine to it.. We went from place to place, always looking out for the next one, conquering the desert in a slow and often painful way. Our final goal, as Lydia had described it to us, was Alibera, a city right on the border of the desert, where we would find civilization, and a way of getting out of this country again. Counting days had become obsolete, but I felt that Lydia always knew when and were she was. Calendars afterwards told me that I had been in this desert for 2 weeks, but I didn’t believe them. I guess Lydia must’ve known it for a days, never telling us that the city had been near when me and Johnny discovered distant lights in the evening sky. I felt grateful, and yet I couldn’t be happy about it, as I knew it wasn’t over yet. After two more days the skyscrapers of the city appeared. We settled down for the night, knowing this was to be our last evening in the sands. The last evening was special. We ate the last of our bananas, sitting around the bonfire, an excited atmosphere in the air. Before I fell asleep, I pictured myself taking a really long shower, and sleeping in a real bed. The thought was so nice, I almost couldn’t stand crying. Part of me wanted to get up and run over to the city, but I calmed myself down. Thoughts of the following day swirled through my head as I slid into the world of dreams.
Von freakpants am 08.01.2009 um 16:35 Uhr - 27 Kommentare | Tags:


Mein neuestes Gadget. Was kann es? Auf speziellem vorgedrucktem Papier, so genanntem Anotopapier kann man wie mit einem normalen Kugelschreiber schreiben. Mit Hilfe von sehr kleinen Punkten kann das Gerät erkennen auf welcher Position es sich befindet und notiert beim Aufdrücken was geschrieben wurde. Steckt man dann das Ding ins USB-Cradle, wird das geschriebene auf den PC transferiert. Auf Wunsch lästt sich dann Handschriftenerrkennung durchführen, die bei meinen ersten Tests trotz meiner grässlichen Handschrift SEHR gute Ergebnisse geliefert hat.

Wieso brauche ich so etwas? Ich schreibe gerne. Will ich aber einen Text wiederverwenden können, verschicken, oder vielleicht sogar drucken lassen, brauche ich das Ganze in digitaler Form. Am Computer sind aber einfach zu viele Ablenkungen vorhanden. Der Stift ermöglicht es mir meine Geschichten ohne Computer zu schreiben.

Das ganze ist ein früheres Logitechprodukt, dass von der britischen FIrma destiny aufgekauft wurde. Scheinbar war das ganze als Consumerprodukt nicht erfolgreich. Dementsprechend schwierig war es auch das Ding zu erwerben. Mittlerweile hab ich zu meinem Ärger herausgefunden dass digitec.ch das Ding auch im Angebot hat.. Natürlich wieder unter anderem Namen.
Von freakpants am 08.01.2009 um 13:25 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags:


Ich habe Facebook connect hier implementiert. Funktioniert erst bei den Kommentaren, den Rest werde ich noch ergänzen.
Von freakpants am 23.12.2008 um 12:23 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags:


Er hatte schon gefrühstückt als es geschah. Er sass auf dem Sofa und versuchte den Mangel an Schlaf zu verarbeiten, als sie ihn traf wie ein Blitz: Die Idee seines Lebens. Plötzlich wusste er dass er heute nicht in die Schule gehen würde. Er nahm seinen Rucksack und ging in sein Zimmer. Dort kramte er einen orange-farbigen Kugelschreiber und einen Notizblock aus seinem Rucksack. Er setzte sicht an sein Pult und starrte auf den Block. Er versuchte sich an einem Anfang, und obwohl er genau wusste was er schreiben wollte, konnte er keinen klaren Gedanken fassen. Er schob es auf die schwüle Sommerhitze und beschloss erst einmal seinen Eltern aufzutischen dass er krank sei. Als er dies erledigt hatte, ging er tatsächlich ins Bett, wie ihm seine Mutter empfohlen hatte. Er hatte noch eine Menge Schlaf nachzuholen von letzter Nacht, in der er bis 4 Uhr gelesen hatte.

Er erwachte erst gegen Abend wieder, voller Energie und Tatendrang. Blitze zuckten vor dem Fenster, und der Donner demonstrierte eindrucksvoll deren Gewalt. Drinnen war es schön warm und gemütlich, und er hatte es sich im Bett bequem gemacht. Die Stimmung war ideal. Er fühlte dass er es konnte. Seine Spannung wuchs. Er griff zu seinen Arbeitsmaterialien. Seine Hand verhedderte sich irgendwie im Stromkabel seiner Nachttischlampe, die daraufhin mit voller Wucht auf seinen Schädel donnerte.
Als er aufwachte war das Sommergewitter vorbei. Allerdings konnte er jetzt das angenehme Prasseln des Regens auf dem Dach hören. Er befühlte seinen Kopf auf irgendwelche Spuren. Ausser einer Beule schien er keinen Schaden davongetragen zu haben. Und die Atmosphäre war sogar noch besser als bevor, und eine Idee hatte sich in seinen Kopf gesetzt. Er griff erneut zu Stift und Papier, diesmal jedoch mit erheblich mehr Sorgfalt. Er klickte den Kugelschreiber und realisierte dass er schon offen gewesen war. Er klickte erneut und sein Blick verklärte sich als er begann zu schreiben:
Es passierte in der Mathestunde. Plötzlich sah sie Ihn an.
Er stockte. Überlegte. Und kam zum Schluss dass er sie nicht auswendig beschreiben konnte. Zwar hatte er ein klares Bild im Kopf, aber trotzdem… Da war etwas an ihr das er nicht in Worte fassen konnte. Er würde Sie sich in der Schule noch einmal genauer ansehen müssen. Mit diesem Gedanken übermannte ihn zehn Minuten später schliesslich der Schlaf.

Er schreckte hoch. Irgendetwas hatte er vergessen, dachte er sofort. Er warf einen Blick auf seine Uhr und wusste sofort was Sache war: Er war viel zu spät dran. Hastig sprang er aus dem Bett, nicht ohne der Länge nach auf den Boden zu knallen. Schnell zog er sich irgendetwas über und rannte nach unten, vorbei am gedeckten Frühstückstisch und ab zur Wohnungstür. Es war natürlich abgeschlossen. Hastig suchte er einen Schlüssel und schloss auf. In vollem Galopp rannte er zur Bushaltestelle. 50 Meter davor konnte er auf der Strasse bereits den Bus einfahren sehen. Er betete leise dass jemand einsteigen würde, und als er um die letzte Ecke bog, atmete er erleichtert aus: Der Bus stand, die Leute stiegen noch ein. Er hüpfte rein und sank auf einen leeren Platz.
Erst am Bahnhof, als er wartete und sich sein Schulkamerad darüber ausliess wieso sie überhaupt in die schule gingen, erinnerte er sich daran was sein Plan für diesen Tag war. Sein Kamerad fragte ihn ob er plötzlich Spass an Mathematik finde, und er antwortete schnell: Nein, ich grinse nur darüber wie sehr du dich aufregen kannst. Darauf war dieser still und schüttelte nur den Kopf. Kein Wunder, schliesslich regte er selbst sich immer am meisten über den Mathelehrer auf. Doch heute hatte er weit Besseres zu tun.
Und diesmal lächelte er bewusst.

Als sie schliesslich in der Schule ankamen, war der Morgen immer noch sehr dämmrig, entgegen der Jahreszeit. Die Mathestunde war wie gewohnt schrecklich, doch er nahm kaum Notiz davon. Ewas anderes nahm ihn in Anspruch. Plötzlich fragte er sich wieso sie seine ständigen Blicke nicht bemerkte. Wie auf Befehl drehte sie sich zu ihm um. Ihre mandelbraunen Augen schienen ihn zu durchdringen. Schnell wendete er sich wieder seinem Blatt zu. Wie dumm, dachte er. Wie dumm. Er kritzelte auf sein Blatt, mehr Zeichnung wie es einmal einer seiner Lehrer ausgedrückt hatte.
Viele Gedanken schwirrten ihm im Kopf herum, und er kriegte sie einfach nicht zu fassen. Niemand schien etwas davon zu bemerken.
Wie alle Dinge ging auch dieser Morgen zu Ende. Zum Glück war Mittwoch, das bedeutete einen ganzen Nachmittag Freizeit. Nach einer Stunde kam er endlich zu Hause an. Er konnte es kaum erwarten weiter zu schreiben und schlang sein Essen hastigst herunter. Seine Mutter wies ihn zurecht, er solle nicht so gierig sein, doch er war schon in seinem Zimmer. Er verbrachte zwei verzweifelte MInuten damit das Blatt von der letzten Nacht zu finden, und er hatte schon neu anfangen wollen als es ihm plötzlich ins Auge fiel. Er nahm es auf und setzte sich auf sein Bett. Er warf einen BLick auf sein Geschriebenes und erschrak: Unter dem was er geschrieben hatte, stand jetzt, in einer schönen schnörkellosen Schrift: Ihre mandelbraunen Augen schienen ihn zu durchdringen. Schnell wendete er sich wieder seinem Blatt zu. Wie dumm, dachte er. Wie dumm.
Von freakpants am 15.12.2008 um 11:05 Uhr - 8 Kommentare | Tags:


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Von freakpants am 08.12.2008 um 12:38 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags:


Cooool! Mit Facebook Notes lassen sich Blogeinträge direkt ab einem RSS-Feed einlesen. Da steigt plötzlich die Lust wieder hier weiter zu programmieren. Muss direkt mal ausprobieren wie oft denn das Ding den Feed aufruft :)
Von freakpants am 28.11.2008 um 15:35 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags:


Gerade entdeckt:
Wordle
Schade kann man das net (dynamisch) in die eigene Seite einbinden :(
Von freakpants am 17.10.2008 um 11:25 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags:


Es ist immer wieder erstaunlich zu sehen wie so viele Leute einfach alles glauben was sie online lesen. Zum Beispiel Gruppen auf facebook die zum Ziel haben 5 Millionen Mitglieder zu erreichen, da der Gründer der Gruppe wisse dass dann Facebook zu ihrem alten Design zurückwechseln würde. Das ganze natürlich in einem Englisch abgefasst das jeder Primarschüler übertreffen kann. (Ausser es steht mit dem Schulsystem tatsächlich derart schlecht...) Irgendwie sollte es doch jedem klar sein das Facebook kein Bedarf an solchen Gruppen hat um zu wissen wie seine User ticken, oder?
Von freakpants am 06.10.2008 um 16:52 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags:


Endlich meinen alten Hoster losgeworden. Das ganze läuft nun auf einem virtuellen Server, und ne neue Domain gibts auch. Vielleicht gibts ja beim jetztigen Versuch endlich mal bisschen mehr zu sehen :)
Von freakpants am 02.10.2008 um 15:35 Uhr - Keine Kommentare | Tags: