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As you may realize, sometimes when I get bored in my apartment, I like to give a play-by-play of whats going on. Here's another from last week. There will be a few more right following this one and I'm sure there will be more in the future. Upon re-reading this, I think I may have been slightly intoxicated while writing this, but here it is in all its glory anyway.

There is an old American Western on TV, dubbed in German. Its one of the really old ones, like the kind where all the native americans are played by white people because all of the original actors came down with measles or the chicken pox after the first day of planting cor...r - filming. It's doubly odd because the main character, the one who's not covered in soot to make him look like a native, is dressed like conan the barbarian and has bigger breasts than dolly parton. The dueschbag is wearing a skort too. I don't care if he is boning the chief's daughter, who is always the hottest squaw in the tribe. What the hell is that all about? If the chief's daughter is so hot, who does the chief's son get it on with? Did the native americans have the same problem with inbreeding that the european royalty did? I don't care if the dude in the skort is bonin the chief's daughter, I still think he puts on man-capris (also not heterattire), likes to take it in his corn-hole. And not the one he fills with fish, either. The hamster cave.

I tried to make wienerschnitzel tonight. I bought the wrong kind of meat, but the "coating in breading", "frying in oil" and "eating" parts went ok.