Soyons courageux, soyons fous...

Happy Birthday!

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 12:33:28 GMT

From one Riptide fan to the other: This one goes out to the wonderful seraphina_snape !

I'm wishing you all the best, love, peace and an amazing birthday!

MTV's Daria -

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 18:39:27 GMT

OMG, anyone remember this show?
I used to watch it almost every day with my best friend after school. Almost forgot how uncool cool it was. ^^

Oh, and since I have to wear glasses now... *faints* Avi says, I'm his personal Daria now. *lols* Yeah, freak 4lyf. ^^

Have a nice weekend, folks.

Horror jeder Krabbe - aka Sebastian vs. the crazy cook

Sat, 24 May 2008 12:13:19 GMT

I promised my little cousin (8 years old) to watch Arielle with her today, and because I love this movie (and this scene) so much, I thought it's time for a little favorite-movie-scene-clip sharing. *gg*

Disney movies are always good if you wanna feel like a 8-year-old again. *giggles*

^^

Have a nice, sunny and lovely weekend, darlings!

Jule

^^

Icon Icons

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 16:50:55 GMT

Some icons I've made last night. ^^
Some Sinatra *i just love him*, some favorite actors ^^ , and some "classic couples". ^^

01. 02. 03.

04 05. 06.

07. 08. 09.

10. 11. 12.

13.

If you like 'em and snagg some, please credit i_love_leon.
Thank you. ^^

Happy New Year!

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 15:03:03 GMT

So, just a few hours of 2007 left. Don't know about you, but it was a very short year for me. Well, at least it felt very short. I have no idea where all the days have gone so quickly.
Whatever...

I wanna wish you a wonderful, awesome, amazing, funny, happy and lucky NEW YEAR!
May all your dreams and wishes come true and may the new year be a good one.

Not that weird, eh?

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 12:16:10 GMT

You Are 32% Weirdo

You're a little weird, but you'd be even weirder if you didn't have a few quirks.

You are just strange enough to know it, but nobody else seems to notice your weirdness.

That's because, deep down, everyone is a little freaky!

Are You A Weirdo?

Friends only

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 14:27:29 GMT

So, I've decided to make this journal Friends only.
If you wanna be added, it would be nice, if we'd have a few things in common.
Well, leave a comment, and we'll see.

What sort of artist I should be...

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 12:37:44 GMT

You Should Be an Actor

You have a flair for the dramatic, and you probably already do a lot of acting in your day to day life, just to entertain yourself.

No need to steal the spotlight from your friends... You'll get plenty of attention once you start acting professionally!

What Sort of Artist Should You Be?

Time for a little glamour old Hollywood style... :)

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 17:26:13 GMT

Hah! I finally found 'Charade' and 'To catch a thief' on DVD. *see, miracles happen...lolz*
Man, I love Cary Grant since 'Arsenic and old lace'. That was when 9 year old me, fell in love with one of
the finest stars of Hollywood. ^__^
He was so funny in this movie... 'Insanity runs in my family!' Could quote it all day...hehe.
Stressed Mister Brewster?

And because you can never get too much of the wonderful Mr. Grant.... some pictrues for the Grant lovers around here.

With Ingrid Bergman in 'Notorious'. On of the best Hitchcock movies ever, if you ask me. ;)

With Audrey Hepburn in 'Charade'.
They've been such a lovely couple.... and...PARIS mon amour!!

And, with Grace Kelly in 'To catch a thief'.

Enjoy!

About my first musical love

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 17:41:13 GMT

On the fourth of October in 1982, Mr. Glenn Gould, one of the most talented pianists since Bach and Beethoven,
died in Toronto.
I fell in love with him and his music almost ten years ago. And I have no idea what my life would have
been without him. Here are some quotes from the biography about him that I bought this morning.

Few pianists play the instrument so beautifully, so lovingly, so musically in manner, and with such regard for its real nature and its enormous literature... Glenn Gould is a pianist with rare gifts for the world. It must not long delay hearing and according him the honor and audience he deserves. We know of no pianist anything like him of any age.

Glenn Gould made every note a gem of loveliness. Scale at all sorts of speed were singing things of many-shaded beauty...Genius as profound as their own was at the keyboard.

“Art is not convenience, is not just one feature of some structure; it is an independent organism
and each single representation of it is independent as well. It is its intrinsic nature to be
released by the nobles aspiration of man and addressed to the nobles aspiration of man,
to be released by man’s profoundest demands on himself, by his conscious desire for contact
with invisible reality and unequivocal truth.” - Glenn Gould

Glenn Gould 1932-1982

The first piece, played by Gould, I've ever heard was the Aria of the Goldberg Variations.
It was the day I fell in love with this wonderful artist who died one year before I was born.
And now, almost ten years later, I'm still trying to learn how to play that piece. :D
(I have to take some more piano lessons I guess....)

And, I've finished my first Glenn Gould painting today. *yeahh... and it doesn't look that bad;)*

A short story

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 18:28:10 GMT

One Summer Night

The fact that Henry Armstrong was buried did not seem to him to prove that he
was dead: he had always been a hard man to convince. That he really was buried,
the testimony of his senses compelled him to admit. His posture -- flat upon his
back, with his hands crossed upon his stomach and tied with something that he
easily broke without profitably altering the situation -- the strict confinement
of his entire person, the black darkness and profound silence, made a body of
evidence impossible to controvert and he accepted it without cavil...

But dead -- no; he was only very, very ill. He had, withal, the invalid's
apathy and did not greatly concern himself about the uncommon fate that had been
allotted to him. No philosopher was he -- just a plain, commonplace person
gifted, for the time being, with a pathological indifference: the organ that he
feared consequences with was torpid. So, with no particular apprehension for his
immediate future, he fell asleep and all was peace with Henry Armstrong.
But something was going on overhead. It was a dark summer night, shot
through with infrequent shimmers of lightning silently firing a cloud lying low
in the west and portending a storm. These brief, stammering illuminations
brought out with ghastly distinctness the monuments and headstones of the
cemetery and seemed to set them dancing. It was not a night in which any
credible witness was likely to be straying about a cemetery, so the three men
who were there, digging into the grave of Henry Armstrong, felt reasonably
secure.
Two of them were young students from a medical college a few miles away;
the third was a gigantic negro known as Jess. For many years Jess had been
employed about the cemetery as a man-of-all-work and it was his favourite
pleasantry that he knew 'every soul in the place.' From the nature of what he
was now doing it was inferable that the place was not so populous as its
register may have shown it to be.
Outside the wall, at the part of the grounds farthest from the public road,
were a horse and a light wagon, waiting.
The work of excavation was not difficult: the earth with which the grave
had been loosely filled a few hours before offered little resistance and was
soon thrown out. Removal of the casket from its box was less easy, but it was
taken out, for it was a perquisite of Jess, who carefully unscrewed the cover
and laid it aside, exposing the body in black trousers and white shirt. At that
instant the air sprang to flame, a cracking shock of thunder shook the stunned
world and Henry Armstrong tranquilly sat up. With inarticulate cries the men
fled in terror, each in a different direction. For nothing on earth could two of
them have been persuaded to return. But Jess was of another breed.

In the grey of the morning the two students, pallid and haggard from
anxiety and with the terror of their adventure still beating tumultuously in
their blood, met at the medical college.
'You saw it?' cried one.
'God! yes -- what are we to do?'
They went around to the rear of the building, where they saw a horse,
attached to a light wagon, hitched to a gatepost near the door of the
dissecting-room. Mechanically they entered the room. On a bench in the obscurity
sat the negro Jess. He rose, grinning, all eyes and teeth.
'I'm waiting for my pay,' he said.
Stretched naked on a long table lay the body of Henry Armstrong, the head
defiled with blood and clay from a blow with a spade.

by Ambrose Bierce

Enjoy!

Beware, beware...

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 13:21:35 GMT

Okay, I've made some 'Shadow of the vampire' and 'Nosferatu' icons.
So, if you like 'em, feel free to take them. ^__^

Okay, here they are. Enjoy!

1st. the 'Shadow of the Vampire' set

01. 02.

03. 04.

05.

and the 'Nosferatu - Eine Symphonie des Grauens' set:

06. 07.

08. 09.

If you take some please credit and comment. Would be nice.
Feel free to add text to them if you want. And show me, if you do. ^__^

thanx.

Aww... I need to learn how to make screencaps... soooon! *me wants to make screen caps...*

Okay, and I need to stop drinking too much coffee, because I haven't slept since three days and that's really weird...
zzzz... I have to clean up my room, do the dishes, buy some stuff for tomorrows lunch, and I have to read some Gogol for school... *stares at the to-do list*
and I have to resist the damn good smelling COFFEE!

Randomnesssss and movies

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 15:47:43 GMT

Watched Tim Burton's 'Ed Wood' on the big screen again. Man, I love that movie. Here's one of my favorite scenes. When Ed Wood and Bela Lugosi are watching TV on Halloween. ^__^

[on the reason for the success of 'Dracula(1931)']

Bela Lugosi: They were mythic. They had a poetry to them.

Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Yes.

Bela Lugosi: And you know what else? The women... the women

preferred the traditional monsters.

Edward D. Wood, Jr.: The women? Huh?

Bela Lugosi: The pure horror, it both repels, and attracts them,

because in their collective unconsiousness, they have the agony of

childbirth. The blood. The blood is horror.

Edward D. Wood, Jr.: You know, I never thought of that.

Bela Lugosi: Take my word for it. If you want to make out with a

young lady, take her to see "Dracula".

Funny thing is, the first movie my boyfriend and I have seen together was Dracula. ^__-
(But in this case, it was me who took him to see it. )

I feel bad, and that is my religion - Abe Lincoln

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:01:04 GMT

If you hate stereotypes and think people should just shut up and stop judging
others, then POST THIS! Pick the stereotype that fits you the most, and put it
in the subject when you re-post this.

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.(not too overweight
but still)
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

I'm JAMAICAN, so I MUST smoke weed.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I take ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy

I READ a lot, so I MUST have no friends.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I'm into ART, so I MUST be a reclusive freak.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up whore.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm(was) a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big peter.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I'm a WOMAN, so I MUST suck at driving.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO.
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.
I'm a STONER, so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I dont like the SUN, so I MUST be albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I become DEPRESSED easily, so I MUST be suicidal.

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 16:35:08 GMT

So, here they are. The first House m.d icons I've ever made.
They are not the prettiest icons ever made, but I had fun making them and I like 'em. And if you like them as well,

feel free to use them.

01. 02.

03. 04.

05. 06.

07.

Enjoy!

If you wanna use them please credit i_love_leon. Thanks a lot. ^__^

In the afternoon

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 16:27:49 GMT

Randomnessss...

Today seems like another of those late summer hot humid days with
temperature in the mid 20's (80's in Farenheit I guess), the kind spurs up just before winter arrives.
I like those days. I'm walking around wearing a smile on my face.
(though I'm one of those people who get easily affected by the weather. Weird but can't help it.)
Then it all changed an hour ago - the orange sun took a hike behind the
gathering clouds up in the sky. The trees and the grass became greener, the
air became cooler, where ever my eyes fell I saw colors, colors that were worn
out, over-exposed minutes ago become alive, vibrant. And a light rain began to fall.
And it made me a little sad, because my digital camera is fooling me and I wasn't able to take more pictures... *sighs

Just Moritz chillin' in the afternoon sun. ^__^ Isn't he pretty?

Mmh, everybody wants to be a cat...*starts humming*

(and I love my new icon so much! *pets new icon* making icons is fun. )

Feelin' better

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 16:13:56 GMT

Just a short post...
and the happy note that I feel good again. Not just because I don't feel as despressed anymore
but also because of the three hour phone call with my honey. It was so much fun and we talked
about so many things. And..I'm gonna see him in October for two weeks! *dances around*
My mood has gotten better and better these last days, and I hope it'll stay this way.
Ah..holidays are over, school starts again tomorrow. It's my last year and I hope it'll be fun. (unless
my teachers decide to eat me alive. You know, teachers can be unpredictable
and very evil...)

^___^

Bought a new DVD today. Les enfants du paradis - Children of Paradise. *I love that movie so much...*

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 13:42:23 GMT

I am so angry at one of my best friends at the moment.

Yesterday we said that I'd come over in the evening for some pasta and to watch movies.
So I was waiting for her call to tell me when he'd be home so I could come too, but this
call didn't come. I called her, and she told me that her boyfriend was coming over and
she'd spend the evening with him since they hadn't seen each other for a week.
You know, the problem is not that she wanted to be with her boyfriend rather than with me,
I understand and totally respect that.
But why didn't she call me to tell me that? I sit there at home, showered, dressed,
waiting for her call, and she doesn't think it's necessary to tell me that it
won't work out that evening.
So she told me I could come over today, to her house, and she said she'd call me.
So of course: now I'm sitting here again waiting for a call that doesn't come.
I feel like an idiot. The thing is that the last couple of weeks, it's always been me who called her.
I'm so sick of always being the one who wants something. Everytime it's me who's waiting for her to call
but in the end it's always me who dials her
number.

I really like her, but never in our friendship (that lasts almost ten years)
have I been so angry. I feel so fkcing neglected.
But I'm not afraid of any kind of conflict.
I'll just have to tell her what I think and let her know how disapointed and angry I am.
I'll not try to find the fault with myself.
Because I know it is not my fault, it's hers. She can't blame me for it.

Well, I'm not gonna call her again the next couple pf days.
(and I try not to think about it all the time)
Perhaps she'll notice, that she's done something wrong.

awww... I have to distract myself and do some work. I have to clean my room and take a walk...oh, and I have to call
my boyfriend. ^______^

Or maybe I'm too touchy? Wanna tell me the truth? Don't be shy.

Subject? No idea...-_-

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 16:31:42 GMT

I have no idea what's going on with me. It all started with terrible
mood swings a few days ago, and now I feel depressed most of the time. I start
crying for no reason at all, I have no energy and feel down. I don't feel motivated
for anything, I could sleep the whole day through and have no appetite.
It really sucks. And I know that I have absolutely no reason to feel this way! But still...
Well, I really hope this will be over soon and that it just comes from the stress I've been
having lately with my mom and my boyfriend...

And could someone please tell me where the summer has gone?? I want it
back! Immediately. And no one dare to take it away from me again.
Otherwise I'll...I'll...I'll start crying!
So dear fall, I know you are the culprit, you'd
better not mess with me!

Mmmhh...Maybe I should watch some TV or hide myself under the bed for a few days... -____-

Lovers for a day

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 16:31:21 GMT

There's this beautiful but also very sad song, Edith Piaf (I love her) is singing and I'm listening to it since a while. Today I've found the english translation and now, with her voice in my ear and the words on paper... it made me almost cry... *I'm a little sentimental today, it's raining and... so I guess I'm much more susceptible to things like that than usual...* But that song's so wonderful...
if you ever get the chance... listen to it!

Lovers for a day - Les amants d'Un jour

Les amants d'Un Jour

Shine a nother glass
make the hours pass
Working every day
in a cheap café

Who am I to care
for a love affair
Still I can't forget
I can see them yet

They came hand in hand
Why can't I forget
They've seen that sign
That said: room for rent

The sunshine of love
was deep in their eyes
So young, oh so young
To young to be wise

They walked to the place
a small hideaway
A place of their own
if just for one day

The walls were so bare
The carpet so thin
But they took that room
and heaven walked in

And I close the door
and turned to the bar
with tears in my eyes
and tears in my heart

Shine another glass
Make the hours pass
Working every day
in a cheap cafe
Who am I to care
one more love affair
Love is nothing new
I have work to do

We've found them next day
The way they had planned
So quiet, so cold
But still hand in hand
The sunshine of love
was all they possessed
and so in the sunshine
we layed them to rest
They sleep side by side
Two children alone
But I'm sure they've found
a place of their own

So why must I see
the ribbon she wore
The glow on his face
when I closed the door
Be still children, still
Your shadows may start
The tears in my eyes
and tears in my heart

Shine a nother glass
Make the hours pass
Working every day
in a cheap café
Everything is fine
Till I see that sign
How can I forget
It says: room for rent

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 14:09:23 GMT

Oh, how I love those funny tests. *grins*

You Belong in Greenwich Village

Avant garde and bohemian, you're quick to adopt new ideas and lifestyles. And while you're a bit less weird these days, you still have a "live and let live" philosophy.

Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?

Yeah! I knew it! I should live in Greenwich Village not in the deep south of Bavaria. *giggles*

Gettin well...

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 15:56:02 GMT

I'm feelin' much better today. Yesterday was okay. I had to look after Loni and Max, two kids from our neighborhood.
For four hours only, but after that I was as good as dead. They had a lot of fun imitating my 'Kermit the frog' voice... ;)

Oh, though I haven't slept a wink last night, the headache is gone. *that's something*

And my mom bought me some 'get well soon' candy. Nice, eh? *maybe it helps*

Have to loove the Gummiebärchen! =)

Uhm... reading "King Lear" and I'm really enyoing it. Sheakespeare is love! :)

Finished 'Madame Bovary', and loved it.

Have a nice week guys! :D

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 16:36:05 GMT

Argh... I've catched a cold and those headaches are killing me. I have to sneeze all the time and have to drink a lot of tea that tastes like medicine and I have to stay at home. *no 'pirates of the caribbean for me tomorrow.... -_-*
So, that has to be a very boring day.

But, there's a light behind the horizon... my TV and a couple of DVD's. *hehe*

I've started with some Rat Pack fun, and boy, those guys are just awesome...

".... and he mixed himself a drink and I said: "What are you drinking down there?"
And he looked down at me... and said: "Scotch and carrot juice." And I said: "Why?"
He said : "I get drunk, but I see good!"

^___^

Dino-lover ;)

I have to go back to bed now... *need more aspirin*

Silent movies

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 13:08:41 GMT

Yeah! I'm such a silent movie geek. :D I've spent the last couple of days in good old Austria to see a bunch of movies at the Silent Movie Festival with a few friends of mine. And it was just fun.
First movie was 'Flesh and the devil' and I fell in love with John Gilbert again. *faints*
You know...hehe, I'm sure he was my boyfriend in my past life, 75 years ago. *lol* He was so handsome, boy.

Okay, two days ago we've been watching 'Nosferatu'. God, what a great movie. It's amazing to see stuff like that on the big screen.
*wooow* Max Schreck was such an awesome actor and there is something in his performance of Count Orlock that really scares me. I mean, really. If you should ever have the chance to see that movie, you'll know what I'm talking about. ;)
Then there was a screening of 'The General'. *bounce* Next to 'Sherlock Holmes jr.' my favorite Buster Keaton movie. I laughed a lot and had a great time watching it again. :D

Last movie we've seen was another classic silent movie: 'Metropolis'. Maybe, next to "Nosferatu" one of the best silent movies ever. Don't you think?

And, what's your favorite? *I'm a curious little gal*

Ahhh, I had such a nice time, seeing my friend and watching those wonderful movies. We had coffee at some very old Austrian cafe, and very delicious Sacher Torte. ;) *yummie*

Now, I'm back home, it's raining all the time and my friend Jessy is having a BBQ today. *dough* I have to find my umbrella soon.

^_^ I guess, if it's going on raining it'll be a really wet BBQ.... *OMG, please no more rain today!*

How much of a geek am I?

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 17:50:44 GMT

Well, I know that I'm a nerd, or geek, or whatever you may call it. Okay, I'm talking about it, because my friends gave me a shirt with that saying on it:
WIKIPEDIA - Freak.

I guess now, the whole world knows that I am a geek, eh?

But am I a geek, just because I love to talk about things like the evolution theory, the butterfly effect or the mystery of the pyramids?

Mmh... I guess it's nerdish (?) that I spend a lot of time using wikipedia...

Here are a the last things I searched... just because I wanna post something today... :D

- Spontaneous human combustion
- the motif of harmful sensation (now that's strange, I guess...)
-The book of sand by J.L. Borges
- Gregor Johann Mendel - heredity
- the golden ratio (was looking for a tool description) It's really easy to make that stuff. ;)

maybe you can tell me now if I'm a geek or not?

oh, maybe I'm not the only one here who loves wikipedia? *hugs fonetika virtually* ;)