link-o-rama and my cousin from Iran
Hey, guess who is done with uni? YES, THAT WOULD BE ME! Our last test was about the whole year; we got a few cases (40 cases to be exact) and then we had to solve something about it (what kind of medicine do you have to use? and questions like that). I think I did okay, but the results aren't in yet. Pretty sure I passed.
Also, my mum went to Austria to meet some of her family (from Germany) and her nephew (my cousin) Sina (named after Avicenna, pretty sweet, eh?) who came to Graz from Iran with a few other kids to compete in a robotics competition. She spent time with them in Graz and Vienna and then she came back with Mozart Kugeln (delicious) and a lot of praise for my cousin, who is seriously one of the sweetest and most mature teenagers on the planet. I already suspected this when another aunt showed us footage of his birthday where he kept helping and cheering up my sick grandma (who had a TIA) and hugging her. But apparently he is also like that in RL!
Mom: He's just the sweetest kid ever, and he was so upset when I had to go and he hugs everyone, and everyone in his team adores him, and he makes friends with boys and girls. And he knows so much, he's like a walking encyclopaedia!
Me: You mean like me? 1
Mom: EXACTLY. He knows bands like Coldplay and knows everything about Iranian and European politics, stuff like that, it's amazing. And he says Dorsa2 is an amazing cook!
Me: You mean, like I'm not?
Little brother: Sahar SUCKS at cooking3.
Me: Thanks, pal.
Mom: And she can drive! She drives Sina everywhere!
Me: You mean, like I can't?
Mom: Welllll, you do need to be able to drive if you want to be a docter, dear.
Anyway, then me and my brother started to insult each other like we always do, and bash each other's skills needlessly, because that's the way things work ("Boohoo, so my cooking isn't perfect, at least I didn't sit on my ass all day" "LALALALA, I so did not do that!"). Sina and Dorsa never fight, and we do. Sometimes I feel sorry for my mum for getting stuck with the hotheaded bitchy kids who can only speak crappy Farsi and do nothing/always mess things up. I wish I were as good as my cousins, they're really sweet kids.
Oh right, then this happens.
Mom: And he says he never want to go back to Iran because the internet is super quick here. He downloads everything.
Me: Hehe.
Mom: He's a know-it-all but a sweet one. He then started talking about Bryan Adams and Bob Dylan and his son and - I'm not sure - Hotel California?
Me: Oh, you mean the Eagles.
Mom: Yeah, and I said you heard about it (and that you know everything about modern music) and he was all "PFFFF, no way, that was all in the 70's, she doesn't know about that!"
Me: WHAT? WHAT?! Like the 70's was so long ago?? It's not like BOB DYLAN is so obscure, you know? So this dude thinks he knows more than I do when it comes to useless pop culture knowledge? Bring it on, bitch, I'll kick your ass.
Mom: Next time you can show him your skills, okay?
1: My mother always mentions how amazed she is about my knowledge about culture, music (contemporary and classical), history, pop culture, etc. It's all pretty useless >.>
2: Sina's sister, who is one month younger than I am (19). Sina's 16.
3: I had to cook while my mother wasn't here. Needless to say, my brother didn't think my spaghetti bolognese was as perfect as my mother's.
Cakewrecks just posted this entry about a Dutch holiday, Sinterklaas (on 5 December in the Netherlands, apparently 6 December in Belgium). It's when St. Nicholas celebrates his birthday and comes here from Spain with his companion Black Pete. Boy, is it painful >.>
I have to say, I did fall for the "He's called Black Pete because of soot from the chimney! It's not racist at all!" But the red lips don't really match, do they? It really does look like blackfacing and it's making me sort of uncomfortable :| (Because I really enjoyed Sinterklaas as a kid)
I mean, Sinterklaas did change a bit these years, because this show for little kiddies (de Club van Sinterklaas) made Black Petes pretty popular with the children (traditionally he's the dude who throws bad children in the sack to punish) but that doesn't really erase the issue, especially because those Petes are goof balls with no table manners. I'm pretty sure the black population here doesn't really like it at all. This short documentary got linked in the comments section and it isn't pretty
Random linkage:
And this because I'm bored: Name a fandom, and I'll give you the scoop on at least three of my unpopular opinions related to that fandom.
I'm going to watch the next part of Torchwood: Children of Earth. See ya, guys.
ETA: Hey guad, do you have the music you want me to play? I'm all up for it! :D
Also, my mum went to Austria to meet some of her family (from Germany) and her nephew (my cousin) Sina (named after Avicenna, pretty sweet, eh?) who came to Graz from Iran with a few other kids to compete in a robotics competition. She spent time with them in Graz and Vienna and then she came back with Mozart Kugeln (delicious) and a lot of praise for my cousin, who is seriously one of the sweetest and most mature teenagers on the planet. I already suspected this when another aunt showed us footage of his birthday where he kept helping and cheering up my sick grandma (who had a TIA) and hugging her. But apparently he is also like that in RL!
Mom: He's just the sweetest kid ever, and he was so upset when I had to go and he hugs everyone, and everyone in his team adores him, and he makes friends with boys and girls. And he knows so much, he's like a walking encyclopaedia!
Me: You mean like me? 1
Mom: EXACTLY. He knows bands like Coldplay and knows everything about Iranian and European politics, stuff like that, it's amazing. And he says Dorsa2 is an amazing cook!
Me: You mean, like I'm not?
Little brother: Sahar SUCKS at cooking3.
Me: Thanks, pal.
Mom: And she can drive! She drives Sina everywhere!
Me: You mean, like I can't?
Mom: Welllll, you do need to be able to drive if you want to be a docter, dear.
Anyway, then me and my brother started to insult each other like we always do, and bash each other's skills needlessly, because that's the way things work ("Boohoo, so my cooking isn't perfect, at least I didn't sit on my ass all day" "LALALALA, I so did not do that!"). Sina and Dorsa never fight, and we do. Sometimes I feel sorry for my mum for getting stuck with the hotheaded bitchy kids who can only speak crappy Farsi and do nothing/always mess things up. I wish I were as good as my cousins, they're really sweet kids.
Oh right, then this happens.
Mom: And he says he never want to go back to Iran because the internet is super quick here. He downloads everything.
Me: Hehe.
Mom: He's a know-it-all but a sweet one. He then started talking about Bryan Adams and Bob Dylan and his son and - I'm not sure - Hotel California?
Me: Oh, you mean the Eagles.
Mom: Yeah, and I said you heard about it (and that you know everything about modern music) and he was all "PFFFF, no way, that was all in the 70's, she doesn't know about that!"
Me: WHAT? WHAT?! Like the 70's was so long ago?? It's not like BOB DYLAN is so obscure, you know? So this dude thinks he knows more than I do when it comes to useless pop culture knowledge? Bring it on, bitch, I'll kick your ass.
Mom: Next time you can show him your skills, okay?
1: My mother always mentions how amazed she is about my knowledge about culture, music (contemporary and classical), history, pop culture, etc. It's all pretty useless >.>
2: Sina's sister, who is one month younger than I am (19). Sina's 16.
3: I had to cook while my mother wasn't here. Needless to say, my brother didn't think my spaghetti bolognese was as perfect as my mother's.
Cakewrecks just posted this entry about a Dutch holiday, Sinterklaas (on 5 December in the Netherlands, apparently 6 December in Belgium). It's when St. Nicholas celebrates his birthday and comes here from Spain with his companion Black Pete. Boy, is it painful >.>
I have to say, I did fall for the "He's called Black Pete because of soot from the chimney! It's not racist at all!" But the red lips don't really match, do they? It really does look like blackfacing and it's making me sort of uncomfortable :| (Because I really enjoyed Sinterklaas as a kid)
I mean, Sinterklaas did change a bit these years, because this show for little kiddies (de Club van Sinterklaas) made Black Petes pretty popular with the children (traditionally he's the dude who throws bad children in the sack to punish) but that doesn't really erase the issue, especially because those Petes are goof balls with no table manners. I'm pretty sure the black population here doesn't really like it at all. This short documentary got linked in the comments section and it isn't pretty
Random linkage:
- The 40 Worst Rob Liefeld Drawings. I'm sure you all heard of Liefeld, the worst comic artist ever, right? Well, it turns out that a character he came up with (and only wrote for like 6 issues) came out of the closet (after 10 years) and now he's wanky about it. That 40 Drawings link came up and it is seriously comedy gold. Those guys totally rip his art to shreds.
- A commission of Corwin of Amber. For the three Amber fans on my flist. :P
- A blog pointing out all the fail of British newspapers. Man, that's a lot of fail. So I guess now I really know why people don't take the Daily Mail seriously.
- This Russian Art Blog. Seriously, check that out, the Russians are amazing when it comes to art, and versatile and diverse too.
- Maz Jobrani, an Iranian-American comedian, from the Axis of Evil Comedy Tour (thanks strangerface, this still cracks me up!). You know, his Iranian caricature was spot on. They really do talk slow (My dad is the prime example). And they do like to call themselves Persians (That part made my parents laugh so hard, you have no idea). Now I have the urge to introduce myself as "Persian, like the cat, miaow!". It reminded me of Omid Djalili, who is a Iranian-British comedian, who had his own show. His Pride and Racial Prejudice sketch (With him as Mr. Farsi) was hilarious. More: Lucky Arab Golfer, Home Video Guide, Taarof and Crusaders.
And this because I'm bored: Name a fandom, and I'll give you the scoop on at least three of my unpopular opinions related to that fandom.
I'm going to watch the next part of Torchwood: Children of Earth. See ya, guys.
ETA: Hey guad, do you have the music you want me to play? I'm all up for it! :D