Things i never get tired of: 1937 to 1990

Since a couple of years i’m building a collection of movies and series i liked in the past. A handful of them were published before i was born, but are still good after all this time, because they bring joy and meaning. Unlike most popular music these days, cinema is constantly reinventing itself through new technologies. Things are getting easier to achieve and are pushing the boundaries even further. This is why i like to make videos myself. There is more than one way to do it, just like in the Perl programming language. But with understanding comes the prediction, and when i get tired of the present or the future, i like to watch these movies from the past:

Things i never get tired of: 1993 to 2016

There are not many movies i want to see again after some time has passed. It needs a lot of care in the storytelling to make me come back. But once it’s in my heart, i hold it tight, to make it a part of me. Some movies i may forget, just to be remembered after a couple of years, when i feel lost. They make me refocus on things i have not valued enough, more than any written text could, because "a picture is worth a thousand words", and if it's sort of entertaining, even better. I like seeing lives broken down into moments, and trying to make the connections, the things that explain why they did what they did. I wrote a Windows batch script file to get all names automatically sorted like this:

How i lost my chains

Over a decade ago, i had a lot going on on the internet and in real life. I was developing and running several large sites on the web, studying geography at the University of Bonn, writing my first "published" book, and doing many other things, like photojournalism or playing table tennis at DJK Blau-Weiß Friesdorf. I was pretty close to being an average person, except maybe the body weight. But then Dirk from Sömmerda sent me emails in 2007 and a letter from his lawyer in 2008 terrorizing and threatening me to sell him one of my domains for less than it is worth, because he had a registered trademark that was supposed to match the web address, but was just a watery "Bildmarke" with no stand in this case. He had already .de, .net, .at and .ch redirecting to his website, but he was hungry for my .com regardless.
I kept the domain, but i lost my chains, thanks to this troll. I became free by realizing that i'm different and not in any way like these greedy Germans. I wanted to leave this country, because Germany did nothing good for my parents and me. I didn't want to be a part of this "food chain" anymore. I am neither a shark nor a fish. Thanks to my relatives in Hong Kong, who helped me to get the necessary documents, i got the option to go and stay somewhere warm. This alone made me feel better by not being bound to this harsh cold place. Because there are still some nice people left on this planet. I wanted change. And i started with myself by reducing my footprint on the internet and in real life. There you have it, my burn out.

A door to another world

I always liked animated shows and movies, because they were a door to another world, where bad things can happen, but no one gets hurt for real. And since i'm an only child with working parents and few friends, this is how i learned many things in the first place, for better or worse, because life is not a cartoon.
I grew up with Alvin and the Chipmunks, Batman, Bugs Bunny, Hey Arnold, Inspector Gadget, Ninja Turtles, Pink Panther, Pinky and the Brain, Rugrats, Scooby-Doo, Scrooge McDuck, Superman, Sylvester and Tweety, TaleSpin, The Flintstones, The Real Ghostbusters, The Smurfs, Tom and Jerry, Wallace and Gromit, and, as you already know, The Simpsons and Futurama.
But except for Sailor Moon, Anime never found the way to me, until i stopped watching German TV some years ago, and started to get my shows and movies exclusively through the internet, without all these ads and nonsense. Thanks to the "uBlock Origin" ad-blocking browser extension by Raymond Hill. In the past couple of hours i binge-watched and really enjoyed:

Why i'm tired of people

Usually, i like to write here about the rare good people in my life, because it makes me happy talking about them, like the neighbour in my childhood. But to give you a sense of the level of stress i have to live with on a regular basis, i let you know this: Since over a decade, my neighbours around me are "Medizintouristen", basically noisy tourists from the Middle East, living several weeks or months in my town to get their health fixed by German doctors. Just imagine overexcited monkeys escaped from the zoo paying some serious "oil money" to physicians and landlords in Bonn.
And to be fair, occasionally they literally throw a few cents out the window too, if a beggar gets their attention. The whole district is catering to them, and enabling a "parallel society" to grow. If i had the choice, i would be somewhere else, far away from this, because they live in their own time zone, and it is tiring: Some of them don't get started until the sun goes down. And these illiterate people don't know how to use their doorbell and ring ours to come inside.
Back then, when i was going to school, i had for several years annual passes to the Cologne Zoological Garden, just an hour away from Bad Godesberg. I enjoy seeing all these animals from a distance, but i would rather not like to live next to them. At least i’m here with my parents: I love them so much that i even wrote to "Santa Claus" in Himmelpfort and put their well-being on the top of my wish list. Maybe in some way they are monkeys too, but at least we speak the same language. And unlike these animals, my parents have to work really hard for their money.
FYI, in 2010, i had a "Bahncard 100" for one year, which allows unlimited travel on the entire public transport network across Germany. And i got me a annual pass for the Zoo in Berlin because of panda "Bao Bao", who died five years ago, in 2012, as one of the oldest male giant pandas in the world. Back then, i made many photos of him, while i sat on my Walkstool folding chair, with my white Canon lens resting on a Manfrotto monopod: After a long train ride, he made my day, everytime.
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