parklife

so, we've been a bit quiet on the blogging front the last couple of days.
lucy had a case of the flurgens, or microbious laxus (huh?), which left her a little under the weather and somewhat confined to the flat. but she's come good now (no, I still feel poorly, but Kent is over it so he is pretending I am fine), in fact, she's making a hot chocolate right this instant and just completed a KILLER collage. seriously, it's a total winner, i don't want her to sell it (but Kent, if Lucy sells things, she gets money. Buy Kent pretty things. I could sell that collage, get the money, and buy it back and give it to you as a present!).

as the weather has begun to soar into the heady heights of the mid-teens (believe me, 15 degrees is like some sort of heavenly bliss for us right now) we've been venturing out into the park around the corner to soak up the rays. we're totally sans picnic blanket, so we've sacrificed one of our spare doona covers to the good cause of keeping our arses dry.

still suffering some effects of the dreaded flurgen

oooh - so, i have to advise on an update about our street art expeditions.
on my way back from the shops, where i dutifully offloaded empty beer bottles for cash back against food (tis a sweet system indeed), i thought i'd check on one of our pictures on my way past. when i crossed the bridge and looked across at the concrete pillar that we pasted an image onto, it was totally gone.
a giant pillar, moved.
'ah', i thought to myself, 'that's a bit of a shame, but such is the nature of street art.
here today, gone tomorrow.'

so then i kept going on my merry way home, rounded the corner into our street and walked right into the pillar! someone had moved it about 20 metres out into a much more prime position. now everyone walking down the street can glimpse lucy's cat-lady-with-bird-skirt, kent's drawn version.

what once was slightly obscured, is now wonderously exposed.

poseur
(Kent clearly means hot awesome chick near cool stuff)


a little further along from our own pasting is this scary poster for some sort of children's event...


That has been mocking us for DAYS as we walk past it's smug I-will-make-you-have-nightmares-about-this-well-into-your-adulthood-your-psychiatric-bill-will-go-through-the-roof type smiles.

now, google translate advises me that this is apparently a story of a special magical tree, but i think it's pretty clear from the first part of the title (not to mention the nighmare-inducing, poorly made-up, under-worked drama school dropouts in the photo) that this is, in fact, a childhood trauma ('traum' is in the title after all) just waiting to imprint various untreatable psychoses into the growing minds of berlin's unsuspecting youth. Why is he not in scary munchkin slash clown make up?! Who is this man?! The whole situation screams stranger danger.

i bet they serve mushroom tea at this shindig.
That ... and a big slice of farmer-themed clown phobia for the rest of your life.

tomorrow we're off to enjoy some sort of continuously relentless anniversary (IT'S KENT'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW EVERYONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!), which should be fun, and will probably involve more park time, grosse kaffee and maybe lots of cheap beer. nay, probably.
And maybe a surprise or two (ok, probably just one).

'all right billinger and schwarzkopf, you two are on park duty today'
'but sir, can't we catch crooks and break up meth labs?'
'sorry boys, it's off to the green grass to lope about, check out the girls on bicycles and ignore the drinking, bong smoking and graffiti that goes on right under your very nose.'
'all right gov. as long as we can hold hands.'


Kent has special fantasies about the lives of the local Polizei.