Für meinen Süßen hab ich ein paar Sachen gebastelt. Er liebt Nichtlustig Comics. Darum gab es zu erst eine Nichtkeksige Dose und jetzt einen kleinen Aufhängerli mit dem Dino und dem Lemming.

Die andere Figur ist mein erster Entwurf für einen Terminatorkopf. Das soll später mal ein Aufhänger werden. Mit dem Kopf des weiblichem Terminator und dem Kopf T800.

Filmdaten

Premiere: 02.10.2009

Produktionsland: Österreich

Erscheinungsjahr: 2009

Dauer: 98 Minuten

Regie: Nikolaus Leytner

Besetzung

Leopold Wallisch “Lemming” – Fritz Karl

Krotznig – Roland Düringer

Julia Koschitz – Klara Breitner

Florian Teichtmeister – Huber

Dolores Schmidinger – Prof. Haberl

Hakon Hirzenberger – Neuman

Stephan Puntigam – Söhnlein Jr.

Krista Stadler – Frau Grinzinger

Ernst Konarek – Bernatzky

Jürgen Maurer – Breitner

Christian Dolezal – Steinhauser

Raimund Wallisch – Sedlak

Der Lemming

Leopold Wallisch (Lemming) ist ein ehemaliger Polizist, der auf Grund seines unaustehlichen Vorgesetzten die Mordkommission verlassen hat. Er betätig sich nun als Privatdedektiv und soll zur Zeit für Frau Grinzing ihren Ehemann beschatten.

Die Handlung

Da war Lemming nur einmal kurz abgelenkt und schon war Herr Grinzing tot. Und das mitten im Wienerwald. Lemming kann sich gerade noch die Brieftasche des Toten und ein verdächtig aussehendes Päckchen unter den Nagel reißen, als auch schon die Ex-Kollegen von der Mordkommission aufkreuzen. Der Tag könnte kaum besser werden! Der Leitende Ermittler ist Krotznig, der unausstehliche Vorgesetzte. Dieser würde Lemming am liebsten gleich hinter Gitter bringen – doch es gibt überhauptkeine Anzeichen für dessen Schuld.

So ermitteln sie beide weiter und machen einander das Leben – sprich die Ermittlung – zur Hölle …

Trailer

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit verschlägt es die japanische Rockformation Mucc wieder einmal in hiesige Gefilde.  Sofern sie bereits ihre früheren Eroberungsfeldzüge in Europa als “World Tour” titulierten, ist es diesmal wirklich eine Welttournee und die Band verschlägt es neben Deutschland auch nach Frankreich, Russland und sogar Südamerika.

Aus gegebenen Anlass – und weil ich es zum Release nicht getan habe – folgt nun eine kleine Review ihres bisher jüngsten Werks: Kyutai.

Das man mit seinen Aufgaben wächst, ist ein Sprichwort, welches wohl ziemlich jedem bekannt sein dürfte, wohl auch den vier Jungs von Mucc. Diese müssen nach dem relativ erfolgreichen Rockpop-Album “Shion” jetzt natürlich nochmals eine Schippe drauflegen, können es sich aber leisten auch ein wenig mit ihrem Sound zu experimentieren.

Während “Shion” damals schon die Grundlage für einen Sound lieferte, der auch einen kleinen Elektro- bzw. Synthesizer-Anteil besaß, zeigt sich bei “Kyutai” schon im für Mucc typischen Intro, dass man an diesen Klängen versucht weiterhin festzuhalten. Auf der neusten Scheibe der Japaner sind solche Klänge also schon beinahe alltägliches Gut, mit dem hantiert wird.

Das soll aber nicht heißen, dass Mucc sich ab sofort nicht mehr mit altbewährtem rumschlagen. Bereits im zweiten Titel “Houkou” zeigen sie ihre Stärke, welche im normalen Rock, auch ganz ohne Synthesizer etc., zu finden sind. Nichtsdestotrotz bietet es für hart gesottene Fans, die sich auf Muccs frühere Talente gefreut hatten, einen faden Nachgeschmack.

Das erste Hälfte des Albums durchzieht eine gewisse Monotonie, die für Mucc-Fans eher überraschend ist. Nicht falsch verstehen: Die Songs haben ein hohes Niveau und sind durchgehend gut, doch irgendwie haut es auch keiner der Songs großartig raus.

Tatsurous Gesang ist in manchen Songs noch genauso markant und gänsehaut-verursachend, wie auf den älteren Alben und Miyas Gitarrenspiel scheint sich um Welten verbessert zu haben.  Trotzdem bleibt immer der Gedanke im Hinterkopf: “Wieder eher Pop-Rock“. Zumindest erging es mir so beim ersten Hören.

Wenn man sich aber dazu durchringt, das Album ein zweites, drittes, viertes, oder gar fünftes Mal zu hören, merkt man, dass es doch irgendwie noch mehr Mucc beinhaltet, als man denkt. Da kommen dann solche Nummern wie “Lemming” auf einen zu, ungefähr auf der Hälfte des Albums, die dann mit einem grandiosen Solo in der Mitte des Songs punkten und für eine Weile im Gehörgang verbleiben. Das sind dann auch die Songs, welche die Band live zu dem machen, was sie sind: atemberaubend.

Kyutai

Dicht gefolgt wird “Lemming” dann von seinem (auf dem Album) Nachfolger: “Oz“. Der Song bietet schon ein einwandfreies Intro und schickt den Hörer dann auf eine kleine Odysee. Zwischen Miyas leichtfüßigem Gitarrenakkorden und Tatsurous Gesang, tummelt sich der schon erwähnte Electrosound, fügt sich aber ohne großes umsehen sehr gut in den Song ein und verleiht ihm seine Note.

Nach diesen eher Metal-lastigeren Songs folgt nun die zweite Hälfte (die eigentlich eher das letzte Drittel bezeichnet): Hier scheint es Mucc noch einmal etwa religiöser angehen zu wollen.

“Fuyuu” ist hierbei mehr oder minder die Einleitung, welche mit starkem Pop-Charakter daherkommt und – wenn man so will – auf den darauf folgenden Track, namens “Sanbika”, einstimmt. “Sanbika” selbst ist recht hochtragend und enthält neben einigen netten Akkorden auch einen grandiosen Gesang, der Tatsurou sicherlich einiges abverlangt.  Kurz vor dem großen Finale des Albums, hauen Mucc dann aber noch einmal mit der Electro-Rock-Keule auf einen ein und man hört “Sora to ito“, welches melodisch – meiner Meinung – nach irgendwie nicht zwischen “Sanbika” und dem abschließenden “Hanabi” passt, denn beide haben diese eher kirchliche bzw. sehr tragende Grundstimmung.

Wie das Sprichwort es am Anfang bereits ankündigte,  wächst man an seinen Aufgaben. Mucc wachsen auch mit den Aufgaben, die sie sich stellen und das Album wächst dem Hörer eventuell auch ein wenig ans Herz. Kyutai ist keines dieser Bombastalben, welches einem direkt in den Sinn kommt, wenn man an die vier aus Ibaraki denkt. Es ist aber eines der Werke, die den Werdegang der Band verdeutlichen und zeigen, dass Mucc nicht immer den selben Brei abliefern, sondern auch experimentieren. Und deswegen gefällt es:

8/10

Tracklist:

1. Kyutai ~Instrumental~
2. Houkou
3. Ageha
4. Hide and Seek
5. Youen
6. Lemming
7. Oz
8. Fuyuu
9. Sanbika
10. Sora to Ito
11. hanabi

Das Album ist bereits in Deutschland erhältlich, natürlich wie alle Alben von Mucc unter dem Label deines Vertrauens: Gan-Shin

Morgen spielt die Band übrigens im ausverkauftem Backstage Werk in München. Wer jetzt Lust hat sie live zu sehen, sollte sich ran halten und an der Abendkasse vorbeischneien. (VVK: 29,00 Euro + VVK-Gebühren)

Abendkasse wird es leider keine geben. Tut mir Leid. Aber schaut doch in Berlin, ob ihr noch Karten bekommt!

Ansonsten folgt am Sonntag bzw. im Verlauf der nächsten Woche dann eine Konzertreview.

vsan

J’aime bien vous parler de quand j’étais petit.
Quand j’étais petit, j’ai joué à toutes les versions SEGA des lemmings, et j’adorais ça. J’avais un carnet dans lequel je notais tous les codes de tous les levels.
Vous pouvez re-découvrir les lemmings ici : http://www.dmadesign.org/Lem_1.htm

Hoewel ik vaak lakjes koop, heb ik uiteraard ook een neverending lijst van nog te bemachtigen schatjes. De ellende is dat ze soms niet zo makkelijk te vinden zijn! Maar ach, a girl can dream right Dromen jullie even mee? ^^

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Daaaiiimmmnn! Als ik deze foto zie moet ik echt een slabbetje bovenhalen Maar ik heb nog nooit gehoord van het merk, en ben het ook nog niet in een van m’n webshops tegengekomen! Iemand van jullie wel?
(Even terzijde: WordPress wil momenteel niet linken.. ik vind het een beetje sneu, want dit zijn natuurlijk niet mijn eigen foto’s, maar er staat meestal wel een bron op, dus kunnen jullie eventueel googelen!)

BeautyTreats_Groovy

Ja sry haha, het zullen veel paarstinten zijn vrees ik Maar dit is toch ook echt zo’n in your face kleurtje vind ik <3 Ik zie het al helemaal voor me, gematched bij een all black outfit om nog meer te knallen ^^

CG_Let's Groove

En we blijven grooven *nerd* Deze moet je trouwens echt eens googelen: het is onvoorstelbaar hoe verschillend hij is bij andere lichtinval!

CG_Watermelon Rind

Toch eentje die niet paars is Minder speciaal dan de andere lakjes, maar ik vind hem toch erg leuk!

LA Girl Rockstar_ Groupie

Als het in het flesje er al zo drop dead gorgeous uitziet, dan moét het er toch super uitzien op  je nagels! WANT.

Vinden jullie zo’n post leuk? Want mijn map zit echt vol genoeg om af en toe eens zo’n artikeltje te maken Lemmeknow! (Vinden jullie ‘lemming’ trouwens ook zo’n lelijk woord?! Ik moet eens een leuker woord vinden )

Laat ons even vergeten dat ik over het algemeen budgetgericht ben Ik begin namelijk te obsessen over het ‘nieuwe’ ‘purple jazz’ palette van de Dior fall/winter-collectie (op deze foto staat hij niet super, maar hij komt van de officiële site, en ik wil geen gezeik met geripte foto’s ).

Waarom?

1. Hij bevat paarstinten (Hallo: paarsobsessie!)
2. Dat doosje!
3. Ik heb hem nu alweer een paar keer bepoteld en oooh wat zijn ze zacht! En mooi!

Waarom heb ik hem nog niet?

1. Eerst had ik geen geld (wow, hoe abnormaal. )
2. Nu heb ik een béétje geld :’) en wordt het eigenlijk een keuze maken tussen in m’n blootje de winter doorkomen, maar mét een prachtige diorjazzclublook op mn snoet OF toch maar kleren kopen

Zo had ik vandaag weer érg veel zin om hem te kopen (geld in een portefeuille, dat kan zo hard lonken hé? ), maar ik ben ‘braaf’ geweest en heb voor minder dan de prijs van dat palette toch een jurkje, een truitje én een tuniek gekocht (foto’s komen nog ). Ja, ik zeg wel braaf, maar dat wil niet zeggen dat ik niks koop hé Gewoon iets nuttigers (ik heb echt al genoeg paarse make-up om mezelf te auberginiseren), en dat vind ik toch al pretty braaf ja
Maar ik wil hem nog steeds :’) Ik verjaar wel binnenkort, en er is ook wel kerst enzo, maar dit is toch net een beetje te duur om te vragen haha :’) Als ik ondanks mijn sucky lesrooster toch nog een jobje ergens vind, weet ik wel al waar mijn eerste loon naartoe gaat

Oh, ik vind trouwens het 5 couleurs-palletje ook wel (erg) mooi, maar die is alsnog duur, en ik vind hem toch minder speciaal/leuk. En eens je je aan die prijzen waagt, komt het nu ook niet bepaald meer op 15 euro meer of min vind ik :’) (Ik kan het zo mooi uitleggen toch hé )

Hebben jullie iets op het oog uit de nieuwe collecties van de not-so-budget-merken?

I took time out of my union activities yesterday to try and recruit myself a new PA. As previously noted, I hate recruitment. Having an attention span of somewhere south of 30 seconds and being remarkably judgmental means that normally before the person even sits down I have put them in the yes or no camp.

That said, yesterday I was recruiting with other members of my team and therefore felt I needed to be a little more professional than the norm….say, maybe waiting a minute before making a judgment. But hey, why bother when the pool of applicants is so ridiculously poor that like lemmings that do the honourable thing and commit career hari-kiri in front of your eyes…..

So in tribute to the little darlings, here are my top tips on things not likely to get you a job.

1) If the dates are wrong on your CV, then change them. Do NOT walk into the interview and when questioned say, “yeah that’s wrong”.
2) “I didn’t realise the building was so close to the road” is not meaningful small talk. This is London. Show me a building that isn’t close to the road not lived in by royalty.
3) If the role is for a PA, you kind of guess that spelling and grammar might be important. You did not use to order the “stationary”…trust me….you didn’t.
4) You will be asked the question, “why do you want this job?” It’s not a trick question. It’s not there to catch you out. It’s simple…..think it through beforehand. Lie. Do anything but sit there like Bambi in the crosshairs.
5) When completing an in tray exercise, try not to suggest prioritising the activity needing completion before midday, before the one needing completion before 9.30. If you do…..fess up. Don’t try and justify it…..really…..don’t……please…..

I could go on, but the depression is soaking through every pore in my body. Needless to say we didn’t offer. Anyone want a job?

This is something I found on reddit, I’m quoting in verbatim:

There was an (maybe thought) experiment where they put a group of five monkeys in a room with a banana at the other end. Anytime one of the monkeys tried to walk over and grab it all the other monkeys were sprayed with water. Soon enough, anytime a monkey wanted to go grab the banana the other monkeys would beat him up. So no one would go for the banana anymore.

Then, they took out one of the monkeys, and put in a new monkey who was unaware of the whole thing. Obviously he went to grab the banana and was beaten up. So he learned about the banana and the beating.

Then, they removed a second “old” monkey and put in another new monkey. Repeat the process until there were no “old” monkeys were left. None of the monkeys in the room had ever been sprayed with water or seen anyone get sprayed with water.

However, if any monkey tried to grab the banana they were beaten by the other 4.

One of our star professors compared investors to lemmings today. Recounting the urban legend of lemming mass suicide – whereupon these creatures line up and proceed to march off a cliff – the professor divided people into 3 categories:

1. The proud Lemming: these guys follow the latest trends and have no shame in moving with the herd. In turn, this relieves them of responsibility, while they get to ride the general upward trend of the markets (ahem!).
2. The Yogi Bear Lemming: These folks understand that most of the lemmings are marching toward the edge of a cliff, but follow them anyway, hoping to veer off in the last moment. They imagine having the upside of riding the wave with the proud lemmings, yet being smarter than everyone else. Their delusion is finite; as Huber says in La Haine: “How you fall doesn’t matter. It’s how you land!”.
3. The Lemming with the life vest: These is where we want to be. Although no analysis will persuade people otherwise once their mind is made up about a transaction, hopefully these lemmings will reserve judgment at least 1/10 times, and let the numbers shock them out of irrationality. That’s still better than nothing.

Remember: we are all lemmings.

At least we didn't get lost

… en palettes kijken op ebay wel

Valt het op dat ik hou van glitter en fel? (en guess welk CS pallet ik héb? … idd… de neutral :”) )

PS: er heeft niemand van jullie toevallig een rijke single man in je kennissenkring, die bovendien aardig en charmant is, en niks tegen make-up (en een mini-verslavinkje daaraan ) heeft?  ;)

PS2: Zeemanweekpost in de namiddag! ^^

Dietro al nome Ronin si cela la figura di Bruno Dorella, musicista (Bachi da pietra e Ronin oggi, Wolfango, Sick Dogs e altri progetti ieri) e proprietario della indie-label “Bar la muerte“(Ovo, gli stessi Ronin e inoltre i primi due album di Bugo). Ronin è un progetto strumentale con forti influenze cinematografiche (le colonne sonore del maestro Morricone sono una delle principali fonti di ispirazione), folk e musica tradizionale, creando così un linguaggio musicale universale e non assolutamente ristretto.

Lemming è la seconda prova del gruppo dopo un EP e un album omonimo, è ricco di atmosfere molto pregiate, di esemplari soluzioni strumentali imbevute di diverse profumi. Il sapore esotico in L’etiope o della più pittorica Portland, la desolazione di You need it, then it comes (un dilaniato arpeggio di chitarra ornato dalla voce di Dorella mandata in reverse per un risultato incredibile), l’ossessività musicale in Mantra Infernale, l’amarezza racchiusa in I pescatori non sono tornati (echi e riverberi di chitarra con un coro sul finale, sublime). La forma-canzone è limitata ne Il Galeone, ballata anarchica scritta nel 1697, cantata dall’americana Amy Denio, insolita e coraggiosa scelta perché è sempre curioso vedere gli stranieri cimentarsi nella nostra lingua, sopratutto nelle canzoni.

Un lavoro perfetto, uno dei pochi casi dove si può rimanere sorpresi da tanta capacità. Chi ha già apprezzato la musica dei Ronin di sicuro non rimarrà deluso da Lemming, chi ancora non ha mai sentito niente è meglio che si affretti. Sarebbe un peccato enorme perderli.

Il galeone

http://www.myspace.com/ronintheband

Marco “C’est Disco” Gargiulo per Mag-Music

Esta tarde he estado por Barcelona, paseando por un parque. De repente, en medio de la hierba, y rodeado por unos arbustos he visto que asomaban unas chimeneas.

La verdad es que cuanto menos es curioso. Bajo ese suelo, no me conta que haya nada. Antiguamente en ese parque (y en toda la zona) habia un circuito de carreras (F1 y motoGP). Así que, partiendo de la base de que ahí debajo no hay nada, la explicación es bien simple. Es la chimenea de algún edificio subterráneo de algún ser mágico.

Lo que no tengo muy claro, es si se trata de la chimenea de la casa de un duende, de un lemming, de un troll, o de un gnomo.

La verdad es que no reconozco la arquitectura, pero lo que si puedo asegurar, es que sea de quien sea, era panadero, ya que salía un olorcito a pan recién hecho que daba gusto.

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P.D. No, no voy borracho, es sólo que llevo 36 horas sin dormir.

i stumbled upon some statistics from this blog. i clicked on the post because i thought it would be about why i should read my bible more…ooops. there is no devotional here, but the statistics did convict me that i do not spend enough time in the word.

Here are a few statistics:

* 93% of Americans have a Bible.1
* Only half of Americans can even name one of the Gospels.1
* The majority of Americans don’t know that Genesis is the first book of the Bible.1
* 60% of evangelicals think Jesus was born in Jerusalem rather than Bethlehem.1
* 22% of high school students think Moses was one of Jesus’ disciples.1
* Half of High School seniors think Sodom and Gomorrah were a married couple.1
* 1 in 10 Americans believe that Joan of Arc was Noah’s wife.1
* 60% of Americans can’t name 5 of the ten commandments.1
* Given thirteen basic teachings from the Bible, only 1% of adult believers embraced all thirteen as being biblical perspectives.2
* One-third of college attending Christians could not put the following in order: Abraham, the Old Testament prophets, the death of Christ, and Pentecost.3
* One-third could also not identify Matthew as an apostle from a list of New Testament names.3

Many Americans continue to believe that a Jewish man from 2,000 years ago was God’s son … simply because someone told them so when they were a child. This is the equivalent to believing in Santa Claus as an adult. If you choose to worship Jesus every Sunday, at least take the time to read the book about him. Otherwise you’re nothing more than a lemming.
[1] Various sources listed in this Politics Daily article, “Why a Real ‘Year of the Bible’ Would Horrify Its Sponsors“
[2] Barna Research Online, “Discipleship Insights Revealed in New Book by George Barna.”
[3] Gary M. Burge, “The Greatest Story Never Read: Recovering biblical literacy in the church.”

yikes…i don’t want to be a lemming. i don’t even know what a lemming is, but it does not sound flattering!

Common, usually reliable Kosher symbols

As I discussed with a few friends recently, this is the original warning I received via email from a kashrut organisation, a good and always timely reminder to be a thinking Jew, not a lemming with a kippah:

“We have been advised by the Kof-K re: Vanilla Tofutti Cuties.

There is a limited precautionary recall of Vanilla Tofutti Cuties due to possible trace amounts of dairy.

These traces if they exist were inadvertent and Batul L’Halachah This product was produced in one of their plants during July 2008 and can be identified by plant # 360-300.

All Tofutti products including Tofutti Cuties continue to be certified Kof-K Parve. Additional safeguards have been put in place to avoid any future inadvertent errors.“

Because it is batel – and even if they didn’t tell us it was batel we could have worked it out – this email warning achieves nothing but scaremongering. Interestingly though – this separates the men from the boys, as it were. If you are a religious Jew and you can’t work out that this has zero relevance to your life, you are frighteningly lacking in your learning. Or, if you feel that you need to sit up and pay attention to it, maybe stop buying cuties for a while, because it was issued by rabbis/authorities and you’ll be held to account for lack of emunat hakhamim* if you don’t – I could cry. I fear that Jews who are becoming religious, or anyone who follows their rebbe unquestioningly are many, and are susceptible to the confusion that this warning propagates.

As such, the “warning” does a great deal of harm. Not only in confusion, but there is a case to be made for gneivah – stealing – of time more than money. The one who takes this email seriously might throw out the cuties in their freezers (some people would do so regardless of the date or batch number “just to be safe”, and in fact are committing bal tashchit - unnecessary waste, an aveirah [a transgression of a negative halakhic precept] in the name of falsely pursuing the positive mitzvah of kashrut [so you lose, twice]). The worst part is that in sending the message you are robbing the reader of time he or she could have spent doing something purposeful. Time is something you cannot give back.

Lastly, a cynical friend of mine immediately opined: “Ah – Tofutti obviously didn’t pay their Kashrut certification fees on time”. The power clearly resides with the authority to hurt a given company’s sales. He levels an accusation to the relevant authorit(ies) that either all the rabbis in that authority don’t know halacha, or else they are acting maliciously. That is a heavy claim, but worth putting out there for discussion, to highlight the possibility at least in theory.

I for one will continue to enjoy cuties, of all races, creeds, and flavours – right after a juicy steak, if at hand.

* For a interesting depiction of emunat hakhamim being used as a weapon, read Rabbi Doctor Norman Lamm’s Seventy Faces - volume 1.

Ed gets obsessed by twitter

 Cartoonists are divided by twitter. I enjoy the connection it gives me to other cartoonists, friends and eco-geeks, but draw the line at having it on my phone.

Update: just read a great article in Time that explains the advantages of twitter better than I can.

Lenny likes to twitter

My inbox does get much love from anyone other than spammers, so I was pleasently suprised when I recevied an email from Lemming, a band from Zanesville, Ohio. In the email they mentioned that their album could be downloaded for free on last.fm. I thought I would take them up on the offer and give it a listen.

Dandelion has a real DIY feel to it, as if it was recorded in someone’s garage. I’m not sure if it’s just the crappy quality mp3s but it really suits the songs.  I know many people like their albums to sound clean and polished. Unfortunatly, if your one of them, you’ll hate this record.

Lemming are a band that wear their influences on their sleeves. The band’s Pixies influence can be heard from the opening track Untitled, a fairly mellow track which mixes male and female vocals with fuzzed out guitars and Imperfect sounds like it could be a Nirvana track with its slighly out of tune vocals and distorted guitars. Selfish is quite a different track from the others, possibly because of the use of acoustic guitar at the start and the tempo changes that seem quite abrupt. The vocals, however, are not quite stong enough to pull a slower song off.

The problem with this album is that most of the songs blend into eachother. It’s not they they are band songs, but after hearing 10 tracks of the same thing it becomes almost impossible to distinguish them all.

The band do have a couple of slower songs, which make a nice change from all the distortion. Slowly Going Numb is the standout track of the  album, that for some reason reminds me of early Jebediah.

The title track  Dandelions, is also a standout track and is a much poppier song, in the vein of The Lemonheads. Goat song, despite the strange title is also one of the poppier tracks.

Dandelions is certainly an album for fans of band like Sonic Youth and The Pixies.  It lacks consistancy at times and the songs can blend into each other. However, it is quite a good listen if you’re in the right mood.

Three stars.

Lemming-Slowly Going Numb.mp3

This one goes out to all the newbies at Squidoo and all the folks who are thinking of joining Squidoo.

Which Lemming will you choose to be?

It’s no secret that most members of Squidoo joined to make a bit of the dough-ray-mullah, myself included. And, as human nature dictates, everyday a fair new of lensmasters bring their honed education and skills of spammy marketing inside the house, as noted by chefkeem’s brilliant post at SquidLog.

Listen up. Just because you have been doing a lot of research and bought into a few spammy ideas, doesn’t make it right. Sure, those marketers got your money, but that’s how they make theirs. To most, it’s a turn off to look at web content that repeats over and over a lot of nothing.

And what is sad is that there are so many web sites and marketing gurus that say the same nothing to get people to click on a link so you too can buy the secrets of web success. There are more of these places than you can shake an ICBM at.

Why on earth would you want to jump right in on the game of sameness? Yuck!

That being said, there is really nothing wrong with promoting anything you want to, but at least make the approach different. Don’t be like the Lemmings of Myth that commit mass suicide. All driving to the same cliff and taking the same plunge.

Did you know that Lemmings are actually very good swimmers? That the myths are by and large false? The Lemming reproduces at ungodly rates and migrates quickly. Being inhabitants of the Arctic zone they encounter cliffs and are forced over into the waters below during their mass migrations. Most end up swimming to the other side to survive.

SEX! Now that I have your attention………

Which Lemming do you want to be?

Kis rész a Robot Chicken ből

The Lemmings

Kennt ihr die?

Aber die meine ich nicht, es gibt Lemminge tatsächlich,  allerdings sind das nicht kleine Männchen mit grünen Haaren, sondern sehr niedliche kleine Nagetiere (7-15cm).

Es gibt drei Gattungen:

Echte Lemminge,

Moorlemminge und

Waldlemminge

Lemming

Noch ein Lemming

Süß!

Mehr über die süßen kleinen Nager könnt ihr hier nachlesen.

My friend Melissa (Rock and Drool) needed a safe haven for her lovely tale of lemmings and field mice. She was gracious enough to accept my invitation to tell it here. 

Supposedly, it’s a fallacy. A myth. That lemmings commit mass suicide. Well…according to Google.  But according to Google, I’m suffering from all types of horrible and painful and deadly illnesses.  So who’s to say, right?

I’m here to dispel the myth.  Well…of a certain type of lemming and other elementary school mammals.  Oh, the elementary school lemming.  Now THAT is an interesting breed.  And then, throw into the mix, other types of mammals…
Those are the mixes that elementary drama…er…stories are made of.

Now come to the circle, boys and girls. Grab a carpet square.  I have a story to tell you.  One of intrigue and espionage.  Not much romance because…well…it’s elementary school so these lemmings are just starting to learn how baby lemmings are made.  OK…maybe not so much intrigue or espionage, either.  Because really…in elementary school, all there is is DRAMA!

Our story begins on the playground.  Little lemmings running amok.  Sliding down slides.  Swinging on swings. Bouncing with balls.  Jumping ropes with jump ropes.  Grouping in groups.  Cliquing in cliques…

But look, boys and girls.  Over there.  See that group of lemming children, over by the tire swing?  THEM.  It’s THAT group of lemmings that is the main focus of our story.  

Wait…the other lemmings.  The ones that were scattered, playing throughout the schoolyard.  They are dropping their balls.  Jumping from swings.  Throwing down jump ropes.  Gliding away from the slides.  Regrouping and recliquing.  
They are all headed towards the tire swing.  In herds.  In droves.  In packs.  

All the lemming children are standing silently around another lemming, who appears to be the leader of this giant lemmingpack.  This lemming is speaking to it’s peers…nay…followers, loudly. Animated.  Excitedly.  Hands waving in expression and direction.  This lemming appears to be giving orders to the other lemmings, who seem to be eagerly awaiting their instruction.  Staring at their leader, eyes wide.  Hanging on and absorbing every word uttered from the leaders mouth.  Nodding in comprehension in unison.

But look.  Over at the edge of this playground.  By the play structure.  Standing.  Alone.  
Look…it’s a little lone field mouse.  Gazing wistfully at the large lemming group, wishing to be a part of a pack that she was once a part of, but broke off from, because she did not want to be told what to do or how to be.  Because she was different.  Nothing bad about it.  Just different.  Not knowing why all the other playground lemmings are huddled together, en mass.  

Suddenly…
The lone field mouses mouth opens wide, as if it is about to yell out a warning.  As if it is about to scream in terror.  Face frozen in realization.   A sound escapes from the field mouses lips…a shocked whisper…stop.  stop.

The little field mouse was watching the lemming pack. Who had dispersed after receiving their orders from the head lemming.

The little field mouse observed this lemming pack, looking as though they were hypnotized.  As if they were under a spell.  As they all walked towards a cliff and the very furthest end of the playground.

And behind them.  Smirking.  Menacingly.  

The lemming leader.

Snorting.

Because these lemmings were doing her bidding.  
She told them to jump.
They asked from which cliff.
She told them where to go.
They, as lemmingfollowers, went.

And they began, one at a time.  And some in pairs.  
To jump.  From this cliff.  To the ground, very far below.  With no hopes of surviving this fall.
Because, they were told to do this.  
Directed to.  By the lemmingleader.
Until there were no lemmingfollowers left.

Except for one.  
Who wasn’t a lemming at all.  

So…
Gratification was taken from this moment.
Because the lemmingleader noticed…over by the slide.  The lone field mouse.  Who she had given up on trying to recruit into her minion.
The leaderlemming saw the field mouse watching.  In terror.  In morbid fascination at the events that were unfolding.
And the leader was furious.
Because she wasn’t able to get pure satisfaction from her orders being carried out.
Instead…
She was WRATHFUL.
Because there it was.  
The lone field mouse.
Who EVADED…for years…
The leaderlemmings fake charm.
Who REFUSED…for years…
To follow the leaderlemming and the flock.
Who PASSED UP…
Orders of that the other lemmings so easily obeyed.
Who CHOSE.
To play by itself.  Instead of being a lemmingfollower.

And now.
All that was left on this playground.  
On this very day.
Was the leaderlemming.
And the lone little field mouse.
And there were no other lemmings left.
None to play with.
None to order around.
Except for the two of these elementary school mammals.
The leaderlemming.
And the lone little field mouse.

The leaderlemming looked invitingly at the lone field mouse.
The lone field mouse looked disgustedly at the leaderlemming.

The leaderlemming cried in rage.
The lone field mouse slid down the slide.

The leaderlemming shook in fury.
The lone field mouse swung on the swing.

The leaderlemming ran from field mouse.  And from the elementary school playground.
The lone field mouse…
made new friends.
From other playgrounds.

And these friends, who had heard tales of the missing leaderlemming but couldn’t believe someone like that could exist.
And these friends, who had heard tales of the lemmingfollowers, but couldn’t believe that other lemmings would REALLY jump from a cliff, just because they were told to.

These friends.  And the lone field mouse.
Played together, happily ever after.
On the elementary school playground.
Each being a leader in their own right.

The end.

But what became of leaderlemming, you ask?
THAT remains to be seen.

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