La Entropista

Ich spreche gut Deutsch:

Today will be Lektion Nummer drei in Desyl’s German class. So far we have learned to say “Ich heisse Desyl” and “Nein, yAAAA-pan ist in Asien.” Pretty good, no? Time well spent, si? At this rate I’m not going to be able to order pizza until MAY. Beschissen. Soon, some lucky German learners will be able to use this as a work book:

For example, translate and then finish the dialog:

Lola: “Are you sure you are a man?”

Manni: (evaluates self on Kinsey Scale, comes up with 4.5) “Quite.”

Lola: “Do you like milk?” or  “Do you love me?”

Manni: “I’m not entirely sure about that one.” or  “That’s sick!”

Lola: “Why can’t you be sure?” or  “We can do sick.”

Manni: …….

Thank you Tandem Language school for my excellent translation skills. See my Flickr for who else is in the workbook.

Minding my own bidness:

Yesterday when pulling new sheets out of the closet, this popped out from the back recesses of the shelf:

NOT MINE

It is not mine. It is not his. It must have belonged to the previous occupant. Whatever could it be? If you know what it is, I can send it to you, and then you can send me a picture of how to use it. 

In other bathroom business, Germany has black pantiliners. Kind of cool for the black panty wearers or the squeamish. Only problem is they don’t work.

Finger lick’n:

And finally, Munich-Zentrum was beseiged by protesters Saturday:

It seemed more of a weekend stroll than anything else. Vegetarians, your pleas do not fall on deaf ears, but the shameless carnivore in me thought only this:

mmmmm….Schnitzel.