ohhhh markus ….

Internet Week started here for the first time, with an absolutely fabulous kick off party, hosted by Thrillist, music by Faux Punk, the best/worst/only Daft Punk cover band, visuals by VJ ValuJet and both were amazing! And after them only rock (&roll) music! fantastic! I was dancing like crazy, boy that was fun!

unfortunately the dance floor was covered in glass fragments from broken glasses, which made expressive dancing quite an adventure. I landed one jump exactly on a big piece, resulting in quite some pain, and I thought, ok, there goes my left shoe, but couldn’t see any hole to my surprise.

after arriving at home and removing my shoes, surprise surprise, the glass managing to stab me into the foot, causing quite a deep cut and some bleeding. What I don’t really get is, how can this happen without the slightest hole in the shoe afterwards (and its quite a massive leather sole). strange ….

There has been a stabbing almost right in front of my door, just one block down. Everyone in the flat (besides me) was hearing 5 gunshots, silence, and some additional shots and then hell broke lose.

Tons and tons of police cars, detectives, fire trucks and other official cars were rushing into the area, I have never seen such an amount of police force and news teams.

Each online news site is posting a different story right now, as you can read e.g. here and here. Although both are maybe not quite right because Nunu and I have been interrogated by a very friendly police officer and he told us what happened first hand.

That a detective off duty with his girlfriend was getting robbed and he killed both attackers, being himself severely injured by stabbing (to the neck).

in the video you can see how the police officer gets an escorted transport to the hospital:

oh, and Nunu (yes, the Nunu) has been visiting me for a couple of days (as you can read here, here, here, here , here, here, and here), having a lot of fun.

so we had again an interschool tournament, and this time I didn’t feel ready at all, waiting to the last minute to go there. Fortunately fabulous S persuaded me to go there so I went there and had a fabulous time, discovering lots of room for improvement on my form (although I got a 8.4, not that bad).

funny thing is, snoring prevented that the video of my form was recorded. how? well, our guest (yes, the one who didn’t hear the fire trucks and chainsaw action) is an incredible loud snorer. he was SOO loud that I recorded it, switching the camera to audio only (where the lens doesn’t extend at all and only audio is recorded).

and I (of course) totally forgot about it when I handed the camera to a friend to record my form today. since the lens didn’t extend and there was no visual feedback whats going on, he assumed the camera was broken, and couldn’t record a thing ….

here are some nice pics:

and I got kicked right into my face multiple times as you can see in the video. I was just too tired, not kicking at all and only playing defense. well, we all have those days. I am pretty happy that I went anyhow.

oh, and I got my nose broken (but already 4 days ago when a roundhouse kicked scratched my face during sparring. and luckily only the lower part got broken. but still …. ouch.)

imagine waking up on a saturday morning at 6:30am because of the massive noise of a chainsaw. aaaargh! since there is a construction site next to our house I was close to calling 311, thinking the source of the noise has to be them. but NO!

when I looked outside the window I saw to my utterly amazement THREE HUGE fire trucks in front of our building, and fire man cutting through the steel door of the shop below us, hosing down something with lots of water. apparently a machine or something caught fire.

but now comes the funny part of the story. I was the ONLY one in the whole flat who woke up. Even our guest who was sleeping right in front of the window didn’t wake up at all. The whole building could have burned down, ah, whatever, just let me sleep.

but the most funny thing is, that one of my roommates heard a mouse running around and woke up by that noise. of course thats A LOT louder than people cutting through a steel door with a chainsaw right below you ….

So Misha had this fabulous idea to have a fundraiser to refurbish their new loft.

“You dress up nice. You bring a date, maybe two. You leave with a different date. Or two. You swing as hard as you possibly can all night, and then during the auction you actually bid money on whoever strikes your fancy. Expect wicked dancing, lots of video projection, and a crowd. And of course: an auction.”

well, it was truly a splendid party.
And quite some extraordinary experience for me.
Why?
Hm, well, you all know those kind of warning stickers on medications “Do not drink alcohol beverages while taking this medication”. Since I had a very nasty cough for two weeks I had to take codein. Which you should REALLY NEVER mix with alcohol.
I didn’t know that and learned it the hard way. After one drink I looked extraordinary wasted (won’t post this pic here ;)), after the second drink I was feeling kinda sick. Especially after having a chinese dinner at 3am in the morning things went, hmm, downhill.
Arrived at home. and puked. Went to sleep. woke up. and puked. Had some rest, went to the street to get some bread from an italian shop. Entered the shop. smelled the fresh fatty pizza. and had to leave immediately, just made it around the corner and puked like I had never puked before. I was grossed out and fascinated at the same time how much liquid and stuff you can puke (even if you had puked two times before).

lesson learned. seriously.

Just saw this commercial on one of our TV-screens, probably the most aggressive subliminal ad I’ve ever seen. Where is the electronic remix of this?

well, there is this funny thing going on between Jimmy Kimmel and Matt Damon, he invites him over and over again, just to cancel in the last second. And one day Matt Damon freaked out. as you can see here:

but revenge is a cold dish. Matt played a pretty funny prank together with Sarah Silverman, Jimmy Kimmels girlfriend. lay back and enjoy!

(note: you can fast forward to 1:00 if you want to skip the talk at the start)

Mister D put me on the guest list of the Cielo today, and we had quite a blast (although I couldn’t dance because I kinda hurt my big toe by braking some boards at Tae Kwon Do). After being in the club for a while he put the glass down on one of the tables. And now guess what, one of the guys at the table (BIG! MUSCULAR! shaved head, you get the idea), took the glass and put it on the floor. I would have just taken the glass and let it be. but Mister D started to argue with this guy and both looked rather, well, testosterone loaded. But after like 2 minutes he left the table, looking pissed, and I thought, ok, that went kinda well (without violence). But he just went straight to the bar, bought a drink, drank it, went back to this table and dropped it with a bang into the cooler. the other guy jumped up super quickly and they both started arguing. And it looked really tense. It really looked like they are going to fight any minute. And guess what, after like 4 minutes, both suddenly shook hands, smiled and that was it.

I will never get that kind of behavior. seriously. 

imagine standing in the subway, stranger opposite of you, you step out of the subway, he follows you, holds you and kisses you (on the lips) and runs away. didn’t happen to me today, but to my fabulous collegue, Ms. V.

Aaaand she says he was austrian (at least he had the same accent as me). I don’t know if thats a good or bad thing

so there it is. big ugly birthday. another 29th (don’t DARE to think anything else). It was kinda tempting to make a party but since I still don’t know that many people here I kinda passed on this one. parties are supposed to be big. but I got AMAZING present! super awesome cool paintings for my wall. need to post a pic sometime later. and I went to an (at least 80%) authentic austrian restaurant, Cafe Katja. Liptauer (with real austrian bread), Berner Wuerstel (although it’s a kinda sophisticated version, I have serious doubts that you get them anywhere in Austria served that fancy, but thats the way the cookie crumbles here in NY) and a Linzer Torte for dessert. Ivor got me a nice birthday cake as a surprise and my brother (the smart one) sent me the sweetest email (with super cute pictures of my nieces).

oh, and btw there are a couple of new domains you can reach me at:

• Pharao of the Universe
• Pimp of Hellfire

and last not least:

• King of this whole fucking shit