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Cake day: June 17th, 2023

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  • It was on a wedding. I was talking to a dude who got seated at our table. Somehow he managed to change the subject to gender and such, him not understanding why we need these new pronouns and such. I could already tell, that this conversation was heading in a bad direction. Then he said something like “I don’t care if people are gay, but at least some years ago, they would hide at home and be embarrassed about it!” That was the point when I turned around without another word and simply walked away. He didn’t understand what he did wrong. But I didn’t want to make a scene at the wedding. Also I am certain that it has no use discussing anything with people like that.


  • As an outsider of US politics and stuff, it appears to me that all those charges against Trump seem to happen at the same time now. Is this intentional or simply because that’s how long it took? I guess it will be very expensive for Trump and it will also most likely result in him getting confused by his own lies in front of court. Let’s hope he will finally be prosecuted for at least some of his crimes and won’t be able to run for president again. He made enough damage to the US and the world in general.


  • I let it describe the process of snow shoveling in Shakespeare style:

    Hark, as the winter’s frost doth cloak the earth in white, A task of toil and sweat awaits, a burdensome plight, 'Tis the noble art of snow-shoveling, fair and just, To clear the path for travel, a duty we entrust.

    With shovel in hand, the valiant soul doth commence, Upon the snow-laden ground, with purpose intense, Like a thespian upon the grand stage they appear, To perform a virtuous act, without doubt or fear.

    As flakes of snow, like sprites, doth dance from the skies, The shoveler’s heart doth beat, with resolve that ne’er dies, With each mighty heave and resolute thrust, They banish the snow, turning drifts into dust.

    Oh, the Herculean effort, the muscle’s lament, Yet the shoveler persists, their energy unspent, Through freezing winds and bitter chill they toil, To create a path, a thoroughfare on which others shall roil.

    And when the task is done, the pathway is clear, The shoveler doth stand, a triumphant pioneer, With Shakespearean grace, they proclaim their deed, A scene of winter’s labor, a heroic tale indeed.

    Thus, in the style of Shakespeare, the saga of snow-shoveling is writ, A noble endeavor, a testament to human grit.