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So be psyched and I hope I see you in Mattsee to catch some disks and have some ultimate fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-7129641887979370944?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/CLdYEQmSTJE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7129641887979370944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=7129641887979370944" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7129641887979370944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7129641887979370944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/CLdYEQmSTJE/yayaya-timmy-iv-is-coming.html" title="" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/yayaya-timmy-iv-is-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AMRnc4fSp7ImA9WxJSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-6217839196982766138</id><published>2009-05-09T19:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:23:07.935+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T19:23:07.935+02:00</app:edited><title>Seems like I keep up the food work</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SgW778RrCRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gn51cf14owQ/s1600-h/IMG_0172+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SgW778RrCRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gn51cf14owQ/s400/IMG_0172+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333875972157147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SgW779iw9YI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZZTlttZsBIs/s1600-h/IMG_0171+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SgW779iw9YI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZZTlttZsBIs/s400/IMG_0171+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333875972497274242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation on the table wasn't really that interesting so I started making my raspberry cake to a smiley face. After a few minutes working the delicious dessert with my fork I was so caught in my work, that I didn't even notice that the whole family was starring at me. Finishing my master piece I was looking up just to get a bunch of strange looks and one shaking head. I just smiled and presented them Mr. Berry Rasp. He lives in a fridge apartment complex in a country far far away. It's called Kitchonia. I'm damn sure my whole family thinks I'm totally out of my mind. I couldn't really care less. I like my state of mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-6217839196982766138?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/WK-X2qmdN4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6217839196982766138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=6217839196982766138" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/6217839196982766138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/6217839196982766138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/WK-X2qmdN4w/seems-like-i-keep-up-food-work.html" title="Seems like I keep up the food work" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SgW778RrCRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gn51cf14owQ/s72-c/IMG_0172+1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/seems-like-i-keep-up-food-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ESHg5fip7ImA9WxJTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-273471497615025023</id><published>2009-04-23T10:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:28:29.626+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T21:28:29.626+02:00</app:edited><title>BoneHill deluxe</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj7Wf0l9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SA3PEtTvJjE/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj7Wf0l9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SA3PEtTvJjE/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327797861737600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj6-b_jqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/85aKbbbdERo/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj6-b_jqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/85aKbbbdERo/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327797855279091362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj6qlEixI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SmMde3ri_IQ/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj6qlEixI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SmMde3ri_IQ/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327797849948457746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would you believe me if I'd tell you the beardy guy didn't eat a single piece of chicken or pork this night. Well it's the truth. While everybody around him was shoving the meat down their throats, he just built a hill of bones on his plate. Looked funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-273471497615025023?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/jjDbHnE_4_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/273471497615025023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=273471497615025023" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/273471497615025023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/273471497615025023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/jjDbHnE_4_o/bonehill-deluxe.html" title="BoneHill deluxe" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SfAj7Wf0l9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/SA3PEtTvJjE/s72-c/IMG_0167.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonehill-deluxe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cGQnw-eyp7ImA9WxJTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-7097107289605939097</id><published>2009-04-20T22:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:57:03.253+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T22:57:03.253+02:00</app:edited><title>My Car survived the 100k fiasco</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SezhlHxET4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/yy0cTfbAUKo/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SezhlHxET4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/yy0cTfbAUKo/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326880487128715138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/thomas/Desktop/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" /&gt;Yaaay, my car rolled his 100.000 kilometer this week. And it's still in pretty good shape so it might get to the 200k someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-7097107289605939097?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/I_pr6i6btUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7097107289605939097/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=7097107289605939097" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7097107289605939097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7097107289605939097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/I_pr6i6btUs/my-car-survived-100k-fiasco.html" title="My Car survived the 100k fiasco" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SezhlHxET4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/yy0cTfbAUKo/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-car-survived-100k-fiasco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YGSHo-cCp7ImA9WxVbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-9142218031611533614</id><published>2009-04-01T14:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:32:09.458+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-01T14:32:09.458+02:00</app:edited><title>First Spring Hike</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yaay us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with nice 61°F outside we decided to go for a hike today. Unfortunately I forgot my camera so I had to take the pictures with my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the dog. It's a loooooong doggie. And according to the sign it's a little bit vicious. So pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNct0hBzuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bis7bO5bn6E/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNct0hBzuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bis7bO5bn6E/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697527115730658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcthFPTJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7FpxZDum0VI/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcthFPTJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7FpxZDum0VI/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697521898900626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNctZ68qUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x2qBaQNm9Es/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNctZ68qUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x2qBaQNm9Es/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697519976687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the master sheep. It called all the other sheeps with a loud 'MEEHEHEHE' and they all came to the master sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNctVj0OSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xJAPqLFPF9k/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNctVj0OSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xJAPqLFPF9k/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697518805924130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except those two, they were distracted: 'Oh look, there's grass'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfQw1i0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/b_Wyr0UZTnM/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfQw1i0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/b_Wyr0UZTnM/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697277000190786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfVc0AdI/AAAAAAAAAao/9_3XT9ypXaY/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfVc0AdI/AAAAAAAAAao/9_3XT9ypXaY/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697278258381266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, King Holzi revisited his fortress in the woods to please his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfB9HaXI/AAAAAAAAAag/VRVRMKYl61A/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfB9HaXI/AAAAAAAAAag/VRVRMKYl61A/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697273025161586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfFEmsOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YO9RCvKfBAw/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNcfFEmsOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YO9RCvKfBAw/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697273861877986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNce-1fwoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/anTG1tRfWug/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNce-1fwoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/anTG1tRfWug/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319697272187896450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-9142218031611533614?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/00M-zD0zWNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9142218031611533614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=9142218031611533614" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/9142218031611533614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/9142218031611533614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/00M-zD0zWNs/first-spring-hike.html" title="First Spring Hike" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SdNct0hBzuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bis7bO5bn6E/s72-c/IMG_0151.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-spring-hike.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNRng6cSp7ImA9WxVbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-7429032011822922745</id><published>2009-03-28T17:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:23:17.619+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-28T17:23:17.619+01:00</app:edited><title>There is still snow in Faistenau</title><content type="html">After the spring officially began a few days ago, I thought I can risk a trip home. Well, what waited for me there wasn't anything near spring. It looked like the deepest winter. But the clouds disappeared and the sun broke through. So I went out to take a few pictures. On one is my car as a measurement of size to see how much snow there is still in Faistenau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/Sc5OVXopoBI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QGdvk0Oa4QE/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/Sc5OVXopoBI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QGdvk0Oa4QE/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318274338999869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For gods sake, it's nearly april and there is still about 6.5 ft of snow. I'm glad that I can escape this frosty hell tomorrow again. In Hagenberg, the spring really reclaimed the power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-7429032011822922745?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/WF8V47Sh6uw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7429032011822922745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=7429032011822922745" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7429032011822922745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7429032011822922745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/WF8V47Sh6uw/there-is-still-snow-in-faistenau.html" title="There is still snow in Faistenau" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/Sc5OVXopoBI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QGdvk0Oa4QE/s72-c/IMG_0044.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-still-snow-in-faistenau.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ESHo7eip7ImA9WxVUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-971497681472277609</id><published>2009-03-22T10:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:23:29.402+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T10:23:29.402+01:00</app:edited><title>That's the spirit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/ScYCism_REI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jhYx2gEc6nc/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/ScYCism_REI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jhYx2gEc6nc/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315939205270946882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; this one on my way to my job interview last friday. Unfortunately I only had my cell phone cam with me, so the picture isn't the best. But it was one of the first really warm days with about 60°F outside. I really liked this cars paint because it reminded me of summer and the sea. I guess I have nothing more to say about it. Just enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-971497681472277609?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/ue7xeYIa9tc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/971497681472277609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=971497681472277609" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/971497681472277609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/971497681472277609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/ue7xeYIa9tc/thats-spirit.html" title="That's the spirit" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/ScYCism_REI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jhYx2gEc6nc/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-spirit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYBQ307cSp7ImA9WxVUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-1604379950137591445</id><published>2009-03-17T18:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:15:52.309+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-17T18:15:52.309+01:00</app:edited><title>Happy St. Patricks Day</title><content type="html">Today is the most awesome Irish Holiday in the history of international holidays. Doesn't make sense? Whatever, who cares. I wish all of you a happy St. Patricks Day. Let's wear green suits, let's drink green beer, let's do green jello shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-1604379950137591445?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/c4wplTua8Mg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1604379950137591445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=1604379950137591445" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/1604379950137591445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/1604379950137591445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/c4wplTua8Mg/happy-st-patricks-day.html" title="Happy St. Patricks Day" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCRH87fSp7ImA9WxVUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2592395516001992144</id><published>2009-03-16T09:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:16:05.105+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-16T09:16:05.105+01:00</app:edited><title>I nearly forgot about this one</title><content type="html">Oh my gosh! I nearly forgot about my blog here. Maybe that's why nothing really exciting is happening right now. My life goes pretty much straight forward. Nothing fancy, but still.&lt;br /&gt;I got a job interview for my summer internship this week and I hope this works out. Otherwise I'm stuck with some waiter job in the small town I live in. That's not really what I wanted for this summer. But I guess, a job is a job. So I keep you updated on this one.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah. I finally got my new camera so I'm pretty sure I'd be able to show some pictures around soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2592395516001992144?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/54SW9Z643UY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2592395516001992144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2592395516001992144" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2592395516001992144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2592395516001992144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/54SW9Z643UY/i-nearly-forgot-about-this-one.html" title="I nearly forgot about this one" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-nearly-forgot-about-this-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08EQngzfCp7ImA9WxVXGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-5764191578579783147</id><published>2009-02-16T19:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:03:23.684+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-17T14:03:23.684+01:00</app:edited><title>Holidays...</title><content type="html">I don't really think I can call it holidays. I got a bunch of work for the university. The motivation isn't really the best. It's already snowing the last week and I can't really see the end of it. There are days, where I got to go outside 3 times to get rid of all the snow in our driveway.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most of the time it's boring in my 'holidays'. just a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-5764191578579783147?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/9e_x1EL_2_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5764191578579783147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=5764191578579783147" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/5764191578579783147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/5764191578579783147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/9e_x1EL_2_0/holidays.html" title="Holidays..." /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGSXw5cSp7ImA9WxVRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2721130863638215630</id><published>2009-01-20T10:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:02:08.229+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T11:02:08.229+01:00</app:edited><title>A total lack of motivation</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's nearly amazing what happens almost every year in january. After the christmas break and right before all the exams. It's the like there is no sense in doing anything at all. Days pass by without I even started working or learning or something. I get up early trying to start soon and suddenly it's 10 in the evening and I haven't done a thing. Now that the exams are right in front of me I at least should learn a little bit. But my motivation is really at rock bottom. Hopefully this gets better in the next few days, otherwise I have a real problem passing all the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2721130863638215630?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/Wi9A19ZjJbg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2721130863638215630/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2721130863638215630" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2721130863638215630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2721130863638215630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/Wi9A19ZjJbg/total-lack-of-motivation.html" title="A total lack of motivation" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/total-lack-of-motivation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHRXozfSp7ImA9WxVREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-7896048745584668152</id><published>2009-01-17T01:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:30:34.485+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-17T01:30:34.485+01:00</app:edited><title>Everythings going too good!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It might sound a little supersticious but everythings a bit too good for me right now. My life turned out great and I can't believe that there is currently nothing what would make me happier than being just me. I got a great girlfriend, awesome friends. The only thing is that I got a lot of stuff to do for the last few weeks of this semester. But I like the pressure. It would be boring to sit around the whole day, doing nothing but surfin' the internet or watching some series. I'm a little bit afraid that this state changes too fast. As experience has shown, this kind of a perfect life never lasted very long. There was always something that pulled me down to the ground. But this time I just hope it's not a sudden change of everything. I'd like it more if it eases out just a bit. I hope that faith doesn't kick me in the groin this time, but maybe just tip me a little that I stumble. And if it is ment to be, than I'll enjoy my life a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;Thank all of you who make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-7896048745584668152?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/UyqfPDOtqU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7896048745584668152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=7896048745584668152" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7896048745584668152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7896048745584668152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/UyqfPDOtqU8/everythings-going-too-good.html" title="Everythings going too good!" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/everythings-going-too-good.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMAR3c7fyp7ImA9WxVSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2292707202956123318</id><published>2009-01-07T22:50:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:14:06.907+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-07T23:14:06.907+01:00</app:edited><title>Happy Season</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There it is again! The exam time has come and of course we have a lot of better things to do than to learn for these stupid stuff. Speaking of which, I got an economics exam tomorrow at 8:00 AM. Seriously! As I read the date and time of the exam I thought they are screwing with me. Two days after the school has begun again and then this early. They had to be kidding. But unfortunately they weren't. Economics isn't something I can't handle but this early in the morning, that's just cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, instead of learning we were doing stupid stuff. One of my colleagues tried to get all of us to play the new World of Warcraft and so on. Since he started to annoy us all we decided to take action. We had an intervention. Two of the letters are quoted here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Manus Letter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World of Warcraft is EEEEVIIIIIILLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So don't let this work of the devil befool you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It will destroy your mind and your brain will melt. Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;body will degenerate quickly. You will develop serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;body fat and diseases. At some point you won't be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;go to the bathroom and have to shit and pee from your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is this what you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Letter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World of Warcraft will destroy you. At first it will end your relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with Babsi(his girlfriend). But we know this would have happend anyway. Next it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kill your social contacts. You will end up like some of these creepy SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;guys sitting in a dark room with 17 WOW accounts, playing 24 / 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the end you will weigth 250 pounds and will be, well lets face it, FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We just want to help you when we tell you this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of course we used an uncountable amount of stereotypes to prove our point. So all you WoW players out there, please don't be offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had a lot of fun reading these letters to him. Since the exam season has just started, we will have a lot of fun. I'll keep you updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cya soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2292707202956123318?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/2wy3FjRqfsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2292707202956123318/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2292707202956123318" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2292707202956123318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2292707202956123318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/2wy3FjRqfsM/happy-season.html" title="Happy Season" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMRXY8cCp7ImA9WxRVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2633104509450909575</id><published>2008-11-09T10:30:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:06:24.878+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-09T11:06:24.878+01:00</app:edited><title>The Thursday Night Empire Freak Out</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really dudes, I'm sorry it took me till sunday mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ning to w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rite about one of the most awesome evenings I had this week, but I was waiting for some picutres to show you. Unfortunately it took the photo-guy till now to upload a few pictures to their website. That would be an kick-ass job, don't you think? Take a few photos, don't stress with the upload, go out every evening. Ok, it's not. Believe me, I tried this once and it's just fucking awful. Everybody comes to you and says: 'Hey, take a picture'. You can't really have a nice ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ening. Back to thursday. First of all, who w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as involved? Meischi, of course, than little Mari and Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i. It was one hell of a night for a lots of people. Some had their last day at vocational school. For others it was the last day of their army duty. These two facts equal to one very simple one: Lots of drunken guys who just wanna 'lie down'. That wasn't really for most of the girls there because the were also drunk. Anyway I had the best night. First I was a little sad about all the people. It was fucked up and you haven't got any space to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But as the clock ran forward and the alcohol took his victims, the dancefloor was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ready for me. I jumped around like a 10 year old on extacy, had fun on so many levels. A stupid dance move here another one th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ere. I was just happy and had to express myself. And then came: THE BATTLE. Explenation: At about 1am a bunch of wanna-be-gangstas entered the club. The he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ad-homie of them was a little bit too certained that he is the best dancer in the world (ok, I have no friggin idea, but if the tense in this sentence is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wrong, please don't judge me). He challenged every single guy on the dancefloor. The look on his face was worth a quadrillion dollars when he challenged me and the first time in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his gangsta life faced a real contrahent. I had fun with him. He was not the worst dancer I've ever seen, but he wasn't the best eit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her. That would be me. haha, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Mari and Angi were groped by all the boys like 31 (that's what you get when you add 7 to 24). Sometimes I had to get between them and the boys. Really funny people. 3/4 italian guys. just funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1lyygAzI/AAAAAAAAALI/qqCtHbukuak/s1600-h/Empire_06_11_08_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1lyygAzI/AAAAAAAAALI/qqCtHbukuak/s200/Empire_06_11_08_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266596475149746994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1z9zSwxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/428k2BeBCjE/s1600-h/Mari_n_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1z9zSwxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/428k2BeBCjE/s200/Mari_n_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266596718624031506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1c9ZLr5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LXXFmOv2wuM/s1600-h/Empire_06_11_08_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1c9ZLr5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/LXXFmOv2wuM/s200/Empire_06_11_08_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266596323377524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1iG5h8ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/-11NSrfcLsA/s1600-h/Empire_06_11_08_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1iG5h8ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/-11NSrfcLsA/s200/Empire_06_11_08_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266596411828466066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2633104509450909575?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/i-NBcQ7oiz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2633104509450909575/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2633104509450909575" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2633104509450909575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2633104509450909575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/i-NBcQ7oiz4/thursday-night-empire-freak-out.html" title="The Thursday Night Empire Freak Out" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SRa1lyygAzI/AAAAAAAAALI/qqCtHbukuak/s72-c/Empire_06_11_08_3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-night-empire-freak-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICSXc4fip7ImA9WxRWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-4710339176293031993</id><published>2008-11-01T11:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:49:28.936+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T11:49:28.936+01:00</app:edited><title>Violation of my own code!</title><content type="html">I know I said I will keep this blog strictly political-free. But I read an article in the local newspaper today which started me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;The republicans are already preparing to fight the results of the election. According to the poll, republicans are already behind the democrats and when the election reflects these results, Barack Obama will be the new president of the United States of America. But the a few states have got a real problem with their voter-lists. They are highly unaccurate and in a few states, Mickey Mouse, is allowed to give his vote. The republicans take this unaccuracy to their full advantage. Should Barack Obama be elected, the voters lists are the best evidence for forcing an re-election. Statistics show that out of 600.000 new registered voters, 200.000 are not trustworthy. Whether their names are misspelled or they don't exist anyway. The company who screwed this up: ACRON.&lt;br /&gt;In case of an close election result, we can prepare ourselves for a long fight over the validity of some states results.&lt;br /&gt;November, 4th is election day. The ones who hope for a new world order after Barack Obama takes over the former mightiest country of this beautiful earth is mistaking. He will have to revitalize his own country first and try to get them out of the current finance crisis without a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments always welcome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-4710339176293031993?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/VqeqFfTMJaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4710339176293031993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=4710339176293031993" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/4710339176293031993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/4710339176293031993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/VqeqFfTMJaw/violation-of-my-own-code.html" title="Violation of my own code!" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/violation-of-my-own-code.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINRn0_fCp7ImA9WxRWFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-7395563497395285329</id><published>2008-10-31T17:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:03:17.344+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-31T18:03:17.344+01:00</app:edited><title>It's time to restart!</title><content type="html">Hell yeah, after a long time no seeing, or better long time no writing I'll try to get back to the whole write stupid stuff thing. I kind of forgot to write some of my thoughts down. Lately I'm forgetting very much.&lt;br /&gt;The facts are these: I'm really swamped right now with all the new stuff that's crashing down on me. There are about 150 new students and of course I feel the need to find the awesome ones, pick them up and teach them how to live. That is what I'm supposed to do. After the hard and rather "short" trip to Budapest I'm glad to be alive, unharmed and wiser than before. There are a lot of things you learn on such a trip. Getting over your shyness issues is one of them. You can't along when you don't dare to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is be prepared for some total awesomeness in the next few weeks. There will be a lot of things happening till christmas and I bet you can't wait to participate or at least hear from them. cya at the 'einundreißigstes zwölftes' (inside joke, you don't have to get it :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-7395563497395285329?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/Q9mtdIKhpPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7395563497395285329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=7395563497395285329" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7395563497395285329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7395563497395285329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/Q9mtdIKhpPo/its-time-to-restart.html" title="It's time to restart!" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-time-to-restart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQn05eip7ImA9WxRXEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-7830370484248790762</id><published>2008-10-15T15:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:06:43.322+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-15T15:06:43.322+02:00</app:edited><title>Red Bull - Can You Make It</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heyhey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I proudly present the team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heller - Kassler - Wieser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;which will start on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;October 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in Budapest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha... we are going to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-7830370484248790762?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/-JDVy-xTTk4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7830370484248790762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=7830370484248790762" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7830370484248790762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/7830370484248790762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/-JDVy-xTTk4/red-bull-can-you-make-it.html" title="Red Bull - Can You Make It" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-bull-can-you-make-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAESXgyfSp7ImA9WxRRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-8688567565722758229</id><published>2008-10-01T22:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:25:08.695+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T22:25:08.695+02:00</app:edited><title>Seems to be a bit boring this time</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For one thing, it ain't boring. It's just not as legendary as I wanted it to be. Till now, there weren't any situations which should be mentioned. I'm kind of blanking on strange ideas about the students life or something. But I'm pretty optimistic that something will turn up in the next week or so. Till then, just one thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sit tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-8688567565722758229?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/GpdN3FKXqYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8688567565722758229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=8688567565722758229" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/8688567565722758229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/8688567565722758229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/GpdN3FKXqYk/seems-to-be-bit-boring-this-time.html" title="Seems to be a bit boring this time" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/seems-to-be-bit-boring-this-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QERnw_fSp7ImA9WxRSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2084013192904854693</id><published>2008-09-14T11:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:55:07.245+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-14T23:55:07.245+02:00</app:edited><title>The Hitchhikers Guide to "Kill An Awesome TV-Series"</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are a few points you should follow when you want to ruin an awesome series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Step 1. Put Quantity Over Quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't plan a season with 20 to 30 episodes. Even better, why bother with splitting the whole thing in seasons. Keep it like the telenovelas and release one episode per day, that makes a total of about 250 episodes a year. And the telenovela genre is the best example for poor quality. They suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Step 2. Change An Awardwinning System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, you did something right and your series is running very well. You start winning some awesome awards with it and everything works perfectly. Than you should consider firing your scriptwriter and hire an third year english student from Banglapoor/India to write your scripts from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Step 3. Rotate the Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The channel you're producing for is gracious and you are allowed to contine your work. Your new scriptwriter learned to write good stories and the audience starts to like your show again. They also like your current cast. They start to identify themselves with your main characters. What you should do now is leave your characters but change the cast for them. You know what I mean. In the show, it's still the same character but it is played by another person. Very confusing... and also very popular in daily soaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Step 4. Minimize Your Geographic Expansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wow, your show still rocks. And you planned to expand a little bit, make a bit more money by airing your show also in the german speaking countries. That's the best thing you can do. It's like throwing money into the fire while a bunchload of wood lies next to the fire place. Translations and synchronisations are only expensive and most of the time, let's be honest, just crap. Best example for this lately: HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER - GERMAN. The voices are rediculous and the translations are just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here is the example. The video quality is also crap, that is just because the guy who made the video filmed this with his digi cam. But security business first. Before you watch this make sure you've got a bucket or something in your range. Just in case you have to throw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the last thing before you watch this... You will never ever watch How I Met Your Mother with the same awesome experience. This crap burns into your brain and will never go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, watch it at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk8TRRHC5oc"&gt;Example - Extremely dangerous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2084013192904854693?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/1fNFZri3dCQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2084013192904854693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2084013192904854693" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2084013192904854693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2084013192904854693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/1fNFZri3dCQ/hitchhikers-guide-to-kill-awesome-tv.html" title="The Hitchhikers Guide to &quot;Kill An Awesome TV-Series&quot;" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hitchhikers-guide-to-kill-awesome-tv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRn86fip7ImA9WxRSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-5153286531218718040</id><published>2008-09-11T12:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:49:47.116+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T12:49:47.116+02:00</app:edited><title>The summer of bad karma</title><content type="html">This summer was definitely one of the worst in the last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;Work sucked and ... well nearly everything sucked.&lt;br /&gt;And now, in the late summer, it's almost autumn. And karma crowns himself / herself with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SMj3atRM6RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/C0HR5_KHm78/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SMj3atRM6RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/C0HR5_KHm78/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244713804273346834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done karma. In some way I may deserve this. I hope we're quit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-5153286531218718040?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/FLa1LGExE0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5153286531218718040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=5153286531218718040" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/5153286531218718040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/5153286531218718040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/FLa1LGExE0g/summer-of-bad-karma.html" title="The summer of bad karma" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SMj3atRM6RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/C0HR5_KHm78/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-of-bad-karma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEAR3w6cCp7ImA9WxRTGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2677518633861773157</id><published>2008-09-09T11:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:04:06.218+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T12:04:06.218+02:00</app:edited><title>The chance in the future</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A generation without any pattern. Not the pathetic Generation X which lived without any goals in their lives. Except the goal of living itself. And we are not like all these young professionals. These Yuppies whose biggest advantage was to be born to the right time and date at the right place. Our generation, those who were born in the 80s and the early 90s, we have no special pattern. We're one big mess of wildly mixed people. Professionals who made their career already. Or rebellions who just wanna enjoy the time given to them on this beautiful earth. We're living in a wealthy world. No need to worry about money or food on the table. Our generation is like these huge patchwork carpets from the 90s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One thing can be mentioned as a special "feature" of our generation. We will always be the ones who were too late. We started our education and focused on the IT branch. When we finished our exams, the job market was overcrowded with IT specialists and chances for us to get a job dropped in the single digits. We were a bunch of overtrained but not needed specialists. So we took the only exit out of this mess. Or at least we thought it would be the only exit. So now we are a bunch of studying overtrained specialists with a little spark of hope in ourselves. Hope, that we are needed after the 3 to 5 years of studying and that all the effort wasn't senseless at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But hey, the world and its destitny is now practically forcing us to finda a new watchword for our generation. Or at least gives us the perfect opportunity for it. The economy is crashing. Now we've got to choose. Fall in a deep and long depression because everything gets more and more expensive and the number of unemployed people rockets through the clouds. Or we can stand up and try to ride the wave of the new economy after the big crisis of 2015. We could be the first Yuppies of the new millenium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you want the:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yuppies 2.0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yuppies the sequel: the Media Scientists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YouPee reloaded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That last one would definitely be the name of our generation if we mess this up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We shouldn't be afraid of the future. All crisis have to end someday! Maybe we follow previous way of life and end up with the wrong timing again. Or we can try to catch up and write our own piece of generational history. And of course a self help book according to it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"How to be successful with just the freaking luck on your side"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peace out, corporate hombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2677518633861773157?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/SFJbBT6dV4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2677518633861773157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2677518633861773157" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2677518633861773157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2677518633861773157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/SFJbBT6dV4A/chance-in-future.html" title="The chance in the future" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/chance-in-future.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBRHg6fCp7ImA9WxRTGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-2602416987829574322</id><published>2008-09-07T23:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:29:15.614+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T00:29:15.614+02:00</app:edited><title>The Story Sequel</title><content type="html">Hours later. I was just finishing my work and preparing the till  for the shiftchange, the strange guy came back. His tie was eased up and the upper button of his shirt was open. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. He sat down at the bar. I heard him breathing. Ordering another Gin Tonic he focused his sight on me. I served him the drink and asked him about the other night and what he ment with his gabbling.&lt;br /&gt;And then he started to explain. It turned out that he was working in the marketing branch. He was specialised on the demographic analysis. One day he started to analyse himself. He couldn't get along with the thought that he is part of the biggest section of people in the country. He quited (yeah, quited sounds strange. I'm not sure about the right verb form, please excuse me) his job and started to change his life style. There is one thing he wanted to be: "Don't be a marketing target group". He wanted to be different. He said he started to be a lesbian captured in a mans body. The effort of trying to be different was too much for him. His mind cracked. That's when he started drinkin' and taking drugs. This afternoon, he was out killing his dealer. He had a lot of debts and the only way out he could think of was taking the mens life. &lt;br /&gt;While he was still talking and explaining the bloody details of the kill three entered the hotel. I starred at them and then shot a glance at him. He just smiled at me explained in a few short sentences that he called the law enforcement by himself and that he would turn himself in. He paid his drink, stood up, waved at me and went to the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it might not be the end you expected and it might not be the best story in the world. It was an attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out, hombres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-2602416987829574322?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/j69pd1d4fZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2602416987829574322/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=2602416987829574322" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2602416987829574322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/2602416987829574322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/j69pd1d4fZk/story-sequel.html" title="The Story Sequel" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-sequel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IMQXozeCp7ImA9WxRTFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-5933189839202784125</id><published>2008-09-05T21:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:13:00.480+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T22:13:00.480+02:00</app:edited><title>Part ONE of my story</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, today I wanna try something new. I will tell you a story, not a true story though, but I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I met this guy. I was just working behind the bar at a hotel and he came, struggled a few times and finally sat down at one of these bar stool. The stool was made out of black pine wood. The top was furnished with red velvet but the fabric had already stains and fissures. The guy ordered a gin tonic and glanced around. He was very tall. Although he sat on the stool he was about one feet taller than me. His dark, short hair curled on his head. When I served him the drink I realized something strange. He had one of those small pigtails which were popular in the 40s. Probably they were popular once more after the star wars movie where anakin skywalker had one of those pigtails. I didn't dare asking him about it. This artefact of ancient times didn't fit into his whole appearance. Although he was clearly drunk he looked like a sucessful business guy. Suit, tie, expensive shoes.&lt;br /&gt;After he ordered another two drinks he started to talk to me. Gabbling something about how sad his life turned out and he never wanted to sell his soul. When he said the sell his soul part I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had to ask... Assuming he sold his soul to the devil I asked him about it. He just slurred something negating and passed out on the bar. Security took him up to his room.&lt;br /&gt;The next day after he got over his hangover I saw him walking out of the hotel. Confident. But he shot a short glance at me and I saw the sadness in his face. He seemed not really happy with his current life and I just hoped he wouldn't toss himself off a roof. The electronic sliding glass-door closed behind him and I saw him vanish around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...TO BE CONTINUED...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-5933189839202784125?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/f9MEBsdBsLA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5933189839202784125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=5933189839202784125" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/5933189839202784125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/5933189839202784125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/f9MEBsdBsLA/ok-today-i-wanna-try-something-new.html" title="Part ONE of my story" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-today-i-wanna-try-something-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8AQnw9fip7ImA9WxRTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-3826228183835895820</id><published>2008-09-01T13:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:07:23.266+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T14:07:23.266+02:00</app:edited><title>We are already at the "LE"</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I know this is really quick after my first post after this summer, but hey I can't keep this from you.&lt;br /&gt;I was searching the events for october when I found a "Oktoberfest-Party" starring the "Jungen Zillertaler". So it happens that a very good friend of mine knows them and of course there is a representational video on youtube. And I have to say I'm still trying to catch my breath after watching it.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.musik-base.de/images/groups/Die-jungen-Zillertaler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.musik-base.de/images/groups/Die-jungen-Zillertaler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=gtcq3lXsafE"&gt;AUF DA BRUCK TRARA by DIE JUNGEN ZILLERTALER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see the Jungen Zillertaler live at the "Oktoberfest-Party" in the Evers Dance Club near Linz. But only if you want to. But one thing is pretty sure - I will be there and laugth all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out, hombres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4632564318640712132-3826228183835895820?l=haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~4/Tf7tBlgDwsE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3826228183835895820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4632564318640712132&amp;postID=3826228183835895820" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/3826228183835895820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4632564318640712132/posts/default/3826228183835895820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/xUMy/~3/Tf7tBlgDwsE/we-are-already-at-le.html" title="We are already at the &quot;LE&quot;" /><author><name>Thomas Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796972454417701391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g52rvqgQ78Q/SVqe4C3KqeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NmAW1obdg30/S220/Manga_me_Avatar.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://haroldsawesomelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-already-at-le.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ARH87fyp7ImA9WxRTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4632564318640712132.post-1469524331391163147</id><published>2008-09-01T12:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:45:45.107+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T12:45:45.107+02:00</app:edited><title>New Year - New Style... And I'm back in the Blogosphere</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello and welcome back to my awesome life. After my summer, which was pretty much dominated by work and boring stuff, I will return to school in October. I figured since my working days aren't really supporting me with the best material to write about my life I hit the snooze button on my blog. But now, returning to the center of awesomeness, my life will take a nice U-turn and start being awesome again. I hope you'll join me here and follow my sometimes weird theories about living and studying in the biggest party city of austria. Hagenberg of course...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll see you there and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times when political topics are getting more serious I just want to mention one thing here. 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