Some More Schneider Goodness

I hadn't intended to leave the house today, but I ended up shuffling off to the utility company to pay the Internet/phone/cable bill. It wasn't due until next week, but I had the money on hand and decided to get it out of the way rather than paying it and the gargantuan power bill at the same time. The power bill was stupefying, but not as dreadful as I had feared. Thanks to my l33t tightass "We must hoard money for Rammstein" skills, the hit posed to our budget will be minimal and I can still set funds aside for Rammstein round two.

I'm still banging away on my account of Rammstein/NYC, and the Atlanta portion has ballooned to 20,000 words. The good news is that I'm almost to the part where I meet caecus_parvulus and enjoy a bit of schadenfreude delivered by an Amtrak porter with a delicious sense of justice. I love you, Amtrak porter with the Epic Jabbing Finger of Disdain.

We'll resume my customary pervage over Richard tomorrow, but I want to post a second picture of Rammstein's secret superhero:

( The Sexiest Aircraft Signalman EVER )

Sometimes, I wonder if anyone in the audience even notices his exhortations to cheer and sing along. Most eyes seem to be fixed on Till, Flake, or Richard. I noticed him doing his impression of an aircraft carrier flagman during "Links 234" at MSG and was greatly amused even as my ears were seeking out Richard's guttural growls. Still, I love his enthusiasm, and his stomach is absolutely scrumptious.

Totally Random Thought: How did Christoph's sister look at her brother and think, "You know, I bet he would look fantastic in fishnets and booty hosen."?