Check out this blog. Click on the link below... At first it seems to be just the usual "conspiracy" thing until you click on the link to google maps at the end...creepy.
Raufaser's Blog
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lake of blood
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Colon Colours
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Driving the wrong way
It was one of those mild, almost hot summer nights in the south-west of Germany, that woody region close to the French border. He sat in the car, parked on the emergency lane of the completely deserted motorway. He had just called the police and told them about the wrong-way driver and he still felt a bit out of breath.
"Now is the time to do it," he thought, "let's go.
He started the engine, turned the car around and slowly cruised down the wide empty road through the dark woods, he could see passing by on either side. He could see the moon, full and bright up in the sky. He wondered how long it would take until they would get him. Two junctions were the minimum. That was what he thought he owed to himself. Sure the cops would get him. That was somehow part of the game, but it did not really matter. What could they do to him anyway? Seriously, he was just thirteen years old. -
Horseman of the, ah whatever...
All right, I know that salespeople need to be convinced of their products and that they should test them before selling them. The question is, however, do they have to test those products on themselves? Is it necessary that salespeople become guinea pigs in some kind of animal test?
What if you sell, for example, horse feed? Would you consider it necessary to try it yourself? One of our salesguys answered this question with a loud and clear yes! Not only did he test our horse feed product; he consumed it on a regular basis. When I first noticed that, I thought it explained a lot.Not only was he one of those bigmouthed guys who simply never stop talking and try to make jokes all the time while failing terribly to be funny at all, he was also a convinced bodybuilder who preferred to dress like a seventies porn star. You would see him in the tightest shirt/trousers combination possible, if possible in awful colour combinations, showing off the big amount of lean muscle he had achieved to develop by switching off what was left of a brain and moving heavy weights up and down, while practically screaming that our horse feed gave him a shiny fur. Just add this to the insanity I described in my earlier blogs and you get the picture.
In his case, I was always only glad that he was selling relatively harmless products. Just imagine him selling firearms!!! Well, there are all kinds of people. I am fully aware of that and I think it is a good thing, but I still don't understand why there are so may of a certain kind in the place where I work? Is it some kind of test? What does it say about me? It is all very confusing.
Anyway, see you later. I got to go to work.