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People used to remind me that "not everything's either black or white", but that doesn't mean they don't exist.
Because, where is all that grey coming from?

RageFest3000.1b

Samstag, 05. Oktober 2013, 15:41 Uhr
Schlaf ist überbewertet, offensichtlich.
Nebenan läuft fucking Radio fucking Niederöster-fucking-reich auf voller fucking Laustärke. Fucking Liveübertragung vom fucking Dirndlkirtag aus der fucking Pielachtalhalle, ein paar hundert Meter weiter. Dazu natürlich das obligatorische fucking Pfeifen der fucking fetten, alten, hässlichen fucking Frau, das an musikalischer Inkompetenz nicht so schnell zu überbieten ist. Das muss man erlebt haben, sonst glaubt man´s nicht. Wie kann einem selbst sowas nicht auffallen?! Warum lässt sie´s nicht einfach bleiben. Die Hölle.
Im Radio die ewig gleichen Schlagerbeats und -texte, wie sie austauschbarer nicht sein könnten. In meinem Kopf Blut und Feuer. Ich will hier weg. Oder kann nicht wenigstens wer eine Bombe auf die Sendezentrale in StP bzw. die Halle hier in der Ortschaft werfen? Unkreativ, ich weiß, doch immerhin wäre die Sache dann schnell erledigt. Aber nein, es gibt ja keinen Gott. By the way, als Ergänzung zum „Plan“ für den Musikantenstadl hätte ich mir noch gedacht, dass man doch mit einer der ersten Sprengladungen Notarzt und Feuerwehr, die bei solchen Veranstaltungen meistens vor Ort sind, lahmlegen/ausschalten könnte, um das Chaos noch ein wenig zu intensivieren.
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Samstag, 12. Oktober 2013, 20:29 Uhr
Im Fernseher nebenan wieder irgendeine Schlagerscheiße. Hatte eigentlich versucht, mich hinzulegen. Das kann ich nun ja vergessen. Spitzen-Timing, das ich da immer habe.
Da sitzen lauter erwachsene Menschen (zumindest behaupten sie das immer und tun gerne so), der Großteil weit über 40, die sind alle wahlberechtigt und dürfen Kinder großziehen. Sie klatschen wie die Bekloppten und jubeln sich einen Wolf zu einer Schlagerpop Cover-Version von Superkalifragilistischepiraligorisch, die so schlecht und billig gemacht ist, dass sie sogar beim Kiddy Contest in der Vorrunde ausscheiden würde. Wow, just wow. Wie lange sitzen da schon und saufen, bevor überhaupt die Sendung anfängt? Oder haben die wirklich so einen Schaden? Das Traurige ist ja, die sind nicht alleine! Da sitzen Hunderte, Tausende vielleicht sogar. Und nochmal Hunderttausende, Millionen vor den Fernsehern zu Hause. Schrecklich.
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Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013, 6.53pm
Just heard a worker from the bakery next door talking outside, right next to my tilted window.
Somebody should tell certain parents to quit teaching their children what they think is Hochdeutsch, or to stop sending them to a Gymnasium which inconsequently insists on talking proper German. Both mess up their speach pattern. The kids won´t get any kind of bilingual skills from it. What they´ll become instead is the walking, talking proof of absence of skill. Because they won´t be able to speak either accent-free Hochdeutsch or an accent-stuffed dialect properly later in their life. All you´re going to hear is an aweful sounding mash-up of two languages, on the edge of unbearableness to listen to.
For one, there´s the rather hard, straight-forward sounding tone of proper German. Then there´s the quite sloppy, slurrish style of a typical countryside dialect. Both of them keep switching mid sentence at a rate of approximately 3Hz per word or something like that.
Meanwhile: accent on, accent off, on, off, and so on … and SO off.
Additionally, they keep using words they borrowed from a dialect, which simply don´t exist in proper German, and forcibly squeeze them through this half-and-half-ish intonation sort of thing, or they just pronounce them exactly like they´re written without any particular intonation at all.
It´s like they couldn´t decide which kind of German to use.
It sounds just plain aweful and fake, too. I have a hard time taking such people seriously. Like they´d try hard to speak properly, but just can´t do it, and then the other way around immediately after that. I wonder if it´s either because they´re too ignorant or too messed up to realize. Also, I can´t imagine anybody saying something remotely soothing or romantic to a loved one using such screwed up speach. It´s funny in some way, but mostly it just aggravates me.
No, it doesn´t. Not really. I´m sorry. Actually, I find it kind of cute sometimes when girls do it. I do mind how people speak and how they´re using language, but it´s not really that aggravating when they get it “wrong“.
Except that bakery worker just now. He was a perfect example of “how to make me hate you by only letting me listen to how you say things“. He made a poor attempt of a tough sounding comeback while joking around and trying to come up with a snappy comment on something his co-worker said. Pretty normal, but you should´ve heard it.
„Alta, ich fotz´ dir gleich eine.“ (“Bro, I will bitch-slap you soon.“)
Like I said, it was the mixture, and therefor the inaccurate application of two different styles of German AT ONCE what made it sound so ridiculous and just wrong.
Imagine a British gentleman with the accent of a south Texas construction worker, using words only a pig farmer could know, still believing he sounds somewhat like a British gentleman. That attitude is also something I hate about it. Some of those people actually think that they´re already done with learning, especially when it´s their mother tongue, when in fact they´re acting completely oblivious to some of the most basic rules of properly spoken language, and are ignorant of the fact that they´re sounding like illiterates who just keep repeating what they picked up somewhere.
Hm, speaking of “picking up“: that reminds on this “could of/would of/should of“ disease that´s spreading through the web. Disgusting thing.
I hope you don´t get me wrong. I don´t hold any grudge against people with or without accents. (Ekzept zat horribl djeurman aczent vitch is djusd paeinfull tu lissen tu.) And there´s absolutely nothing wrong with speaking two languages “at once“. For instance, when you have to borrow a word from another language in order to better express yourself. I mean, you´re actually applying a skill there.
But being incapable of getting just one version of a single language right? Fuck off!
Yeah, I don´t like most of the people I don´t know. Even less than the better part of the people I do know.
And the people I like …
… I miss them.

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