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Ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the disclaimer. That's right, the disclaimer. This highly overestimated and unnecessary sticky post that should cleanse any sense of innuendo or sarcasm, from the blogs that might actually make you think. Or well .. most likely not, but still.. And will also insult your intelligence at the same time. Any feeling that statements written here are directed personally towards you, or anyone in practicular, are an apparent sign you're not reading the right blog.

So - protect your family. This blog contains explicit depictions of things which might be real, or fantasy, or false, or stolen, including the current disclaimer. These things are commonly known as someone else's (not yours) depiction of life.

So, if it sounds sarcastic - and it will - don't take it seriously. If it sounds dangerous, do not try this at home or at all. And if it offends you, just don't bloody read it.

Airplane woes

It's ridiculous. The Airlines in Europe have all gone total crap, with a few minor exceptions. Getting a plane to get anywhere, within 3000 measly kilometers is such an amount of crap, that I want to rip people open every time I get on a plane. I seriously can't take it anymore and I don't even fly that often.

Can we please speed up the process at the airport? It can not take me 2 hours to get on a plane that has a flight time of 1hr 30 minutes. It's stupid, ineffective, frustrating and a total pile of horse manure. Check-in procedures are complete nonsense.

For one, when I fly short-distance, and bloody Europe is as short as it goes, I don't usually lug all my shit around. Not when I go for 3 days anyway. All that is required for me to get on a plane nowadays is a stupid X-ray scan of my luggage and my sorry self and I should be on.

Why the hell aren't airports in absolute control of the check-in, security and boarding process? Why does every retarded airline have to have their own desks for check-in? One of them has 2, the other has 10 and guess if the one with 10 desks is the one that has no queue. This is a total waste of time and space and most of all - of my limited sanity. Take control of those services already, charge the airlines for them and settle it once and for all.

Next, seriously, people - online check-in and machine-based check-in aren't a bonus feature of your airline anymore. They're a must, they save both you and me time and money and if you don't have them - I hate you! You suck and I'm taking my business elsewhere. I cannot afford to wait in line with 20 families gone on vacation, with their kids and their cat. I've got one 9-kilogram backpack, so I want to go on the plane straight away, don't you get that? I've got places to go, people to see and just so very few days off that it makes me sick. Spending 1 hour in a line is a fucking big deal for me. It's a big deal for too many people.

And can't we come up with a system for getting luggage on and off the damned plane, that doesn't require everyone to dump their luggage on a belt and then wait for it for 30 minutes on another? Seriously, they're all scanned anyway, can't I just like ... carry it on the plane myself. And take it off myself and not have to wait for 3 other planes worth of suitcases to roll off the bloody belts? So we can all move fast & happy? And seriously, if not that, at least fix the god-forsaken luggage tracking system. Paper tags? Seriously, in 2009, you still use paper tags to track luggage? What-the-fuck is wrong with everyone? What happened to RFID? Let's attach a bloody tag to the bag, that can't get ripped of accidentally and call it a day. Pretty please, with sugar on top? When I go somewhere for a week, I can not afford to wait for my luggage to come from the other side of the world, where you retarded people accidentally sent it to. I cannot stress this enough, I don't have the time to wait for it!

And seriosuly, I'm not going to explode a plane with my shoes, ok? In fact, I don't care if someone does explode a bloody plane. I'd rather crash and burn than go through Heathrow Terminal 5 security check on a busy hour. It'll end faster and probably will hurt less as well. Geez.

Why I don't Like working here

It's strange but it's true. There are things I don't like about working here anymore and they hardly have anything to do with my job or the people around here.

It's the number of people. It's so fucking many of them, it's not even funny anymore.

Everyone else got cake for our birthday. We got lousy bread and salami. Not that there's anything wrong with bread and salami, in general. It's just that ... they're no cake. Cake is good and we love it and there should have been a gigantic cake. But there wasn't so I was sad. Especially when you see the photos of other people eating cake.

And it freaks me out nowadays, every time I go to lunch. It's so many people in one place, It's like being in IKEA on a Saturday. Okay, maybe not as bad, but close enough. Too many moving vectors, too many things to keep track of. Waiting in line for my food, while someone annoyingly slow can't seem to figure out how to use a spoon to put food on his plate. ARGH! I thought they taught you this shit in kindergarten. And then they stop to have a chat, for old times sake, like we're all sitting in a restaurant and we've all the time in the world. Double-ARGH! I fucking hate waiting in lines. I hate it when I can't get my coffee, I hate it so fucking much.

Other than that, I love working here. Just .. you know ... ARGH!

Sociopath

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You know, I've never blogged about this. I've spammed the hell out of people around me with the music I listen to in the past 1/2 a year. Maybe up to the point where I'm annoying. But whether they like it, or are too afraid to tell me how much I piss them off, not a single one has openly expressed a complaint.

And therefore, I need to tell you to listen to one specific thing. I mean - no offense or disrespect to all the Bassdrive DJs. They're all .. just .. omg. I'd put all the names here, but then I'll have to mention all of them and this is an awful lot.

Right now I want to just write about one, specific, brain-melting show. Namely, the Sociopath D&B show on Bassdrive on Saturdays. Saturday evenings in Europe, to be precise. This is the number one and only reason I don't cry when I stay at home on Saturday evenings. Ronin Selecta is just ... nuts. His mixes deliver the craziest, dirtiest, darkest, most dynamic shows I've came by in so much time.

It's an eviction notice, because if you're listening to it in low volume, you're not really listening. It creeps some people out, yet, everyone I link it to seems to fall in love with the style. "I love it, it's awesome when I work/study, it's not too distracting"....... I'm not too sure if I should absolutely love this response or think they're not really paying attention to the mental overload it causes. Or is it that what we do is so insane that a dose of this hardcore show can only fit in?

"Sociopath D&B, where we give a fuck"

So ... Who IS afraid of Detroit?

Deliver, with a smile

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I'm a courier, a delivery boy. I travel 'round and deliver what people most often need - a smile. Sometimes they'll need a single nod and a smile, sometimes they'll need an entire devastating evening of fun, sometimes they'll need the most glowy, radiating You that you can deliver. How do I know what they want - I don't. I don't know. Somehow, subconsciously, I feel motivated to go to people and find their secret, to reveal the things needed to get them to have fun.

What I cannot understand is it how a gloomy, sarcastic, cynical person manages to end up to be a factor in the happiness of others. I mean, it's not like my usual moods are overflowing with happy thoughts. We've all seen enough stupidity and misery not to be able to only focus on the good things in life.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts ... How do you get your happy thoughts to flow? What is the trigger for this emotional explosion that makes the people around you catch up with you and smile again? Laugh with you and at you - both will work out just fine enough.

We all need our catalyst, a sparkle, a small piece of joy and fun on which to build on. How little does it take - sometimes almost nothing at all. Meeting someone new and astonishing. Meeting an old friend, as crazy as yourself. Hearing that wicked track in the club, the one that makes you go nuts, no matter what. A small initiator of epic good times.

So that's what I do - I travel around and look for those tiny motivators, those bits and pieces of the scenery that are necessary. And I use them to get started. To set things in motion and deliver you the smiles you'd want. And sometimes it is so easy. How hard would it be to bring out the fun when everyone carried their own trigger for the good times? It's always there - people bring with them the things that are needed to make them have fun. They always have the necessary to turn my smile on.

You know you make me want to smile. And shout, and dance, and jump, and run and laugh. "B-Complex - It's a funny world" - hearing this track right now is all it takes. I cannot possibly find a more fitting example. Here I am, shoes off, spread on all three seats on row 7 in this Boeing, typing stuff on my laptop and bouncing in the rhythm of a spectacular tune. It is enough to make the stewardesses smile. And what more do you need to keep yourself happy, really?

Your cynical gloominess - delivering little bundles of joy, with a smile, directly to wherever you are.