It was the first day that brought the smell of winter. Along with it two emails from Amazon tumbled into my mailbox, asking me whether my wishlist is ready for Christmas (it’s not). Today also is Halloween here in Berlin. On my way home from work the streets were filled with drunken people, costumed people, drunken people in costumes and punks (who I count to the latter group as well). People were carrying around pumpkins, I saw a guy carrying a ribcage around that looked shockingly real and giggling girls wearing pointed hats. Only one misguided blonde was wearing a Father Christmas Hat. That was my day…

EDIT: Thanks to some Russian Malscript the rest of this post has gone into nirvana. And there was so much more ranting going on…

…and we all are worried and upset. Just look at that and tell me it doesn’t look scary. Maya, any former *discreet products such as flame, smoke, inferno, combustion, further 3dsmax and so on all come from Autodesk who will become the Adobe of post production. So you either buy from Autodesk or you switch to charted accountancy.

I guess they will become what Electronic Arts is in games: Every year a new update of the same old shit with not more than one new feature but for the same price as the previous version. Not to mention cash-cowing with add-ons. So watch out for Avid 2009, 3dsmax 2010, Combustion: Tournament and the Maya Add-On Maya: Masters of Mayhem.

Now it is the third week I am living here in Berlin and it’s about five days since Lisa left and I am all alone here. And just before I asked myself whether I was homesick. And as strange it may sound, my answer is no. But why? What is it that makes me feel that way?

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While I was spending the night cleaning up and UV layouting a scene in Maya I felt a the urge to check my mail. So I logged on Yahoo! to check whether I got some more r*0*l*e*x and v14gr4 spam mails to get rid off, usually no more than 2 or 4. but today it was different. When you have suddenly 68 new emails from one day to another in your inbox then either something great or something terrible has happened to you.

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What makes a certain piece of music stand out and what just makes is as random as elevator muzak? Yet there’s music for every occasion and in every place: When you turn on your TV, when you go shopping, even when you try to sleep and have Italian neighbors.

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Busy me! Especially until Sunday afternoon where a crapload of work, pardon my bluntness, need to be done in order to pursue a quiet and contemplative Christmas. But at least yesterday I had the opportunity to sneak away for half an hour and came back with a wonderful Christmas tree.

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Out of a spark of curiosity I attempoted to order Amazon’s Kindle from Amazon.com. Not because it is such a great thing that rockets human civilization to the next level, but because I am a helpless early-adopter and Gadgetinator. Now I only wish I was in an US prison. Because of that. ‘Nuff said.

Last evening I watched an interesting documentary on TV about the French Foreign Legion. If everything goes wrong in my life, I was pondering, then I’ll join them! Leaving everything behind, getting a new name, a new identity, even a new meaning perhaps.

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