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The
Dolphin is presently under construction. It's a little hard to coordinate
meetings these days, Jockel being a big shot in a ministry in Hanover,
and traX courting the local sex symbol... so we have to go someplace
else. We start at the "Quattro Stagioni", which, as the name
indicates, is not a German beer cellar. Germans love Italian
food. Everybody does, including our chancelor, Herr Schroeder.
So even our one-horse town has two Italian restaurants. Considering
our little obsession, we don't choose "Da Angelo" -- which
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Oh,
Domenica, muse of the secondary school across the street, traditional
subject of countless sticky odes composed during biology lessons,
dispensing pizza and motherly advice alike, a Sicilian beauty,
now, in her mid-thirties, rapidly aging... these days graybeards like
us are her admirers. She's really impressive, junoesque, with a bust
that won't fit into any bra-size-alphabet I've heard of. She solves
that problem by not wearing bras at all, and the slow, balanced movement
of those Vesuvios under her traditional black blouse has not
changed, nor have those magnificent cones sagged at all. I would know,
I've been observing those wonders of nature over the past ten years. |
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Well,
that's Domenica - chaste Domenica: no one but Alfredo - the poor cook
of the establishment and her husband - has ever seen a single millimeter
of her cleavage. What a waste, there must be at least a foot of it
under those gowns. Alas, even clad she's an experience. And she knows
precisely that we come to see her, not for Alfredo's salty saltimbocca
alla romana. Which we order right now, Jockel absolutely in his
element - did I mention Domenica's waist? Not that there is too much
of it - the classical hourglass. |
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Jockel
is not too content about working conditions at the Ministry of Silly
Walks in Hanover -- apparently he has a male secretary(?) This world
gets a little weirder every minute: the secretary can't type a word,
but is said to be the local Doom II Champion... looks like Jockel
was chainsawed about a dozen times last week. Now, that's what I
call a promotion.
TraX
& Hella are just back from vacation. What I hear sounds like a continuous
sitcom, with either of them once a day at the reception desk of
the hotel, canceling further stay...but it looks like the fight
resulted in a new balance between them. We'll see. TraX has given
up morphing, he's all into 3D-rendering. It seems that once he understood
how to use all those parameter dials and morph targets he was lost
for photo manipulation. "It's creation," he says, "not manipulation.
You're God." He's been working hard on facial features and expressions
for the past days. You should see his Tina Turner face...it's off-topic,
of course. And with all the breast-morph targets by Nitrane and
Xenos it looks like they get natural looking tits as well. The problem
seems to be that fiddling around with that Poser 3 interface is
so time-consuming. A sadist must have invented the dials... But
the main virtue in today's world, he says, is that his virtual gals
don't have lawyers. Upon which all of us agree...nobody likes to
read about situations being worked out in complete silence.
On the other hand - it looks like the net is at a point where adolescence
is being replaced by something else. Nobody knows what it will really
look like in a few years, but the wild west days of [Ctrl]+[c] /
[Ctrl]+[v] (copy & paste) are gone. We'll all have to get accustomed
to a more responsible behavior. And we better develop that responsibility
ourselves. If we let lawyers develop the rules instead, we'll find
ourselves in lawyers' dreamland, and that's not a cozy place for
anybody, not even for lawyers.
I'd really like to go on with all the delicate details - Domenica,
I hear, is not from Sicily at all, and has an underage topless dancer's
record, Hella had a close shave and now sports a crew cut
- it makes her incredibly broad-shouldered, and we all have our
troubles getting accustomed to it. That is, all except traX, who
says that this is the only point upon which he agrees with Hella...
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But
the editors keep sending me mails with the word "deadline" in the
reference bar, so, sorry, folks, all this will have to wait until
the next issue.
I'll now send all this to St. Stephan c/o that Carpathian monastery
of somewhat ill repute, and he'll add little corrections scribbled
in something that I hope is dark red ink, and thus finish it all.
That's the way saints are nowadays...Thanks for your patience with
my cApiTaliZatIon errors, Sanctus...
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