I can’t hide my secret identity any longer.
I am the executive producer/screenwriter/director of the critically unacclaimed tv series Tickle.
Tickle‘s second season will start in a couple of weeks on the CW, a network famous for supporting, producing and broadcasting series that are full of
Here is an interview I did some time ago, in which I look back at the first season and speak about the future of the whole series.
Ok, It’s still not 100% sure, but I do have a good plan and I need your help to make it happen. Let’s go back in time a couple of weeks. Read More
Ok, I didn’t want to disclose the winner of my giveaway this week end either, ’cause I’ve been busy living life adventurously and catching up with The Big C, but thousands of you wrote me impatiently asking for it.
So here’s the pfand receipt I got from Kaiser’s
which makes Simone’s guess (9,55) the winning one! Read More
One of my new year’s resolutions for 2013 was to develop a delusional unhealthy obsession for german actor and tv host Jochen Schropp.
I haven’t had a tv crush in a long time, and the moment I saw his deep brown eyes and his cheerful smile in the commercials of The X-Factor’s german version I knew deep down that he was the one.
I didn’t want to rush things, though. The plan was as follows: after the first episode I would have started fantasizing about him; around the 4th/5th episode a folder named Jochen Schropp I Love You would have suddenly appeared on my Desktop; by the semi-final (8th/9th episode) I would have started carrying a picture of him in my wallet, telling people he was my boyfriend; after the final episode I would have found a way to break in Jochen’s apartment and smell his dirty underwear.
Sounds like a perfect plan, right? Read More
I’m a alcoholic I haven’t returned my empties in some time.
I wanted to leave a considerable inheritance to my future
children cats, but I have three friends coming over in two weeks and I guess the choice is between them and the bottles.
For all these reasons, I’ve decided to host my first GIVEAWAY Read More
Don’t know about you, but I’ve always liked the expression embracing a new culture. It sounds peaceful and reassuring, and when I planned to come to Germany I used to think of myself as a Pocahontas in reverse ready to absorb and confront with open mind and arms this new teutonic world.
I soon realized, though, that if Pocahonts had known about McDonald’s, guns, stuffed turkeys and Zoey Deschanell, she would have probably spared us some songs and filed a couple of complaints. I also realized that there’s times in which you don’t feel as you’re embracing another culture as much as you’re handcuffed to it.
Everybody tells me that Berlin is not representative of Germany, but there’s things, little annoying habits, that I picked up along the way during my expat life in Berlin and they look 100% Deutsch to me. I’m pretty sure you’ll pick them up too if you get to live long enough in this beautiful city.
1) Leaving bottles on the street
My education turned me into a strict recycling machine and the thought of somebody leaving his trash on the sidewalk used to horrify me.
In Germany empty bottles are not trash: they’re money. You go to the supermarket with your empties, a machine sucks them up and returns cash; for an empty bottle they give you up to 60 cents, which you can then reuse to shop.
It’s not very difficult to understand that leaving an empty bottle on the public soil of a relatively poor city is like anonimously delivering donuts to a fat camp. You lay the bottle on the ground, turn one second to your friend who’s trying to decide if the fourth club of the night should be Berghain or Watergate and zac – onomatopoeic italian sound – the bottle is gone.
You kind-of-sort-of-like give to the poor and you also avoid storing another empty at your place.
I mean, the fact that I’m just a couple of Club Mate away from buying myself a car makes me proud, but I can barely see the entrance of my apartment anymore and at this point my only hope is that the crew of Hoarding: buried alive finds me before it’s too late. Read More
Once upon a time, in
a faraway land Neukoelln, lived a prince ss with long blonde hair.
Ok, you got me guys: this is not a fairytale, but nevertheless I think it’s time to tell you the whole (exponentially exaggerated) truth about the weird sleeping habits of my boyfriend. Read More