It means WHAT in German?!

WOW. I haven't blogged in almost a week. Here's a bit of everything:

1. This computer at the internet cafe, number 27, is now MY computer. I come in now and the man behind the counter says, "Hello! You're computer is free!" and I say, "Thanks!" and go to number 27, which has the nice mouse that I can put on the lefthand side. Hooray!
2. We STILL do not have internet access at my apartment. What was the net company's excuse this time? Well, when they sent us the package containing (supposedly) everything we needed to hook up the internet, they forgot to include the ONE MOST IMPORTANT PIECE, the modem. We have cords, we have a wireless router thingie, and we have power cables to a modem that we do not, as of yet, own. Interessant. Now we have to wait on ANOTHER package. Yes, we do. No, we cannot just go to these people's store and pick up the necessary device. Why? Because that would be too easy. When the package finally arrives, I suspect we will have to jump through hoops of fire before we're allowed to open it. Just my guess. Okay, that moaning and groaning aside, I can move on to ....
3. Spencer Davis!!! As these kids on the interwebs say, OMFG. I actually got to see Spencer Davis, along with Peter Jameson and Miller Anderson, play at Barnaby's. They did this fantastic acoustic performance and I got to see them. I ended up sitting right next to these pretty cool guys who were also blues fans. We sang all the songs we knew along with the band and impressed each other by knowing about Keb Mo and Robert Johnson. I ate chex mix at the bar and had a couple of fantastic beers. At the end of the night they played "House of the Rising Sun" and "(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66"; I had a hoot cheering whenever they said that Oklahoma City was mighty pretty. I couldn't believe I had the good fortune to be sitting in this little bar, so far from home, listening to legendary music and just having a grand ole time.
   
4. I went hiking today. My roommate, her daughter, and I all drove out to this mountain called Asse. Yep. That's the name of the mountain. Asse. It's pronounced just like you think it's pronounced. I had a grand ole' time with that too. (whoops, here goes a digression...) In general, my roommate and I like to find words in our respective languages that change meanings in translation. For example, "gift" in English means something that you give to someone without expecting something in return (although Christmas is sort of an exception here, isn't it?). However, in German, the word "gift" means poison. Delicious! I love it. Or, as a further example, I was trying to describe why I like fried mushrooms the other day. I said to my roommate, "well they taste good and they're mushy" ... and she looks at me like, "they're what now???" Hmm. Apparently the word that sounds like "mushy" in English means something completely different in German. I'll leave it up to your inquiring minds (and Google searches) to find out what that German word is. ;-)

Whoops. Gotta go -- next time, more about the mountain and how I almost lost my life climbing in cute little tennis shoes!