Ja, ist denn heut scho Weihanchten...

... or, so everybody understands it: "Is it Christmas already or what?"

(That was a very silly advertising campaign in Germany a few Christmasses back,  for a cell phone service company, and it showed an elderly ex-footballer and a horde of silly Father Christmasses. It seemed to make sense at the time.)

Well, my personal Christmas today was caused entirely by woelfle.

First, she gave me the gmail invite she had; now I am yakalskovich at gmail dot com (spaces and signs, yadda yadda). That made me happy, even if mazgul_nr_5 doesn't entirely understand what it's for. I find it very superior. It knows which email of yours any incoming is a reply to. Clever thinggy.

And then she went and metaquoted me, too, for a phrase that I had first used a few days ago as cpt_tantony (I think, it's unlike Beth to describe things so precisely) to explain the thought processes of one Dafe Livingood...

Hei, Yap, do you want a postcard from Berlin, too? Not reed-thatched roofs or wind power generators though, but that's where I leave for on Thursday. If I'm lucky, I get to see the MoMA exhibition. Somebody is queueing for tickets for our throng .