30.6.08

As ...

... of yesterday I am allowed to wear a blue belt to aikido! Yay! Although, tecnically, we don't actually wear any colour belt other than white. But I've got a virtual blue belt with me! And my girlfriend a virtual green one! Yay! 't was a good exam. It was nice. I have reached my goal for this sport's year and I'm ready for a break.

In other news: saturday I again met up with those loverly people from 5+Day. Linky is floating about here somewhere ... And them's nice people. You get to meet them, have fun at the expence of Rotterdam, get to see Lucy and Spike, get to see how awesomely in love they are, get to tease everyone, get to see how funny it is how people who know each other online for years are sometimes just so lost for words and then you get to go home.

It was weird, really. Short and sweet.

Plus, and in my own domain I can just say it. Lucy has an awesome rack.

20.6.08

Thus ...

... it is: I'm blegh.

I seriously need a weekend.

Luckily for me there's one coming up shortly. In it we shal perpetrate many instances of training's violence and there is a party scheduled when my oldest and dearest friend AnnA celebrates her birthday, probably in a manner unfathomable to the rest of humanity. I like her. Loads.

other than that ...

My bunny is still the same.

My girlfriend has stretched her neck again, this time in a near car accident (as opposed to a real accident) mainly brought on by the fact that hungarians have a weirdly coloured flag on the back of their cars and have the propensity to not look behind them when they change lanes. This is a bit of a fucked up thing, seeing as the chiropractor afterwards concluded that the only thing still in its place was her hair. The same hair she wants to have cut for quite some time now. So to what extend that was a positive remark remains to be seen.

Bleh.

Job is a bit useless too. Sometimes I have the feeling that working kills you an inch at a time. Sapping you of energy and strength and leaving you only a pension in a home for the elderly. But unfortunately, one needs money to do the thing that one ought to do. Like eating and having a home and stuff. I shall soon begin to participate in lotteries. I know that is completely pointless from a mathmatical point of view but in the end: 'It has to start somewhere, it has to start somewhen. What better place than here, what better time than now?'

Frans is cursing. He can't find some letter or other. Why do we pretend that all these little annoyances are even remotely worth our atention and effort?

11.6.08

Goshdarnit ...

... bunnies are fickle.

Our newest member of the knibbel-knabbel-knuisje family is another one. He doesn't like us very much when he's in his cage. But he LOVES us when he's out. Mainly because he then finds himself in a position that he is unaccustomed to and finds us the only stabilising factor. So, he lets us fidget with him and do his nails and comb him (no ... no make-up) but the minute he's back in his cage ... he's off.

Pretentious bastard.

Yeah. We like him. Eventhough working for him is not very profitable.

Anyway. Today, work. Another wonderful day at the office where slowly, bit by bit, your creativity is drained and your energy is used to discuss whether a certain subject should be allocated to BAC .07.354 or .07.125. This being the difference between talking about the building or more in general the housing of the service. I'm yawning as I write. To compound matters, like compound fractures, today is our scheduled conference day, so I'll have to sit up for about 1 hour and a half, pretend to care, figuring out new methods of staying awake.

And all this for money.

Recently the question was posed to me, again, because it's not very original, would you quit your job if you suddenly had millions? You see ... not very original. The answer I would give is a resounding 'YES'. People will always tell you that you'll get bored and that you should take on a job just to keep your social skills up to code but really, if you're rich, you can do almost anything as long as it's not TOO illegal, thus, boredom would be only there at the end of your imagination. Plus, you'll never be alone again (against loneliness there is no guarantee but there never is whatever the state of your wallet) so those social skills will stay sharpened and ready to use. And if you do do something insanely stupid on a social scale ... who cares? You're rich! People will see you as ... eccentric. And eccentricity will always be forgiven. Plus, it's waaaaaay easier to do something useful for the world. Which is nice. I could start a bunny shelter. Have people work full time with bunnies. Have other people get ignored by them on a daily basis ...

4.6.08

Blue ...

... belt.

Since yesterday. In karate.

I hate exams. Soit. This one ... well I had a major fuck-up (truly awesome in nature) in the middle because I let myself be guided by someone in my vicinity which threw me for a major loop. Other than that I was quite pleased, actually. I feel slightly lighter for having it behind me. Even though the dressingroom smelled like piss like you wouldn't believe.

We did the exam with three people. The guy that distracted me failed. Kind of sad. mainly because there were ... circumstances. Evenso ... it has been done.

Now I don't want to do kata for a while.

I feel happy because of the blue belt. It's nice. Tingly, even ...

In other news: bastard bunny is still unwilling to acknowledge me as its lord and master. He usually leaves in a huff when I try to reason with it. Ifeel ... slightly ignored. I seem to be unable to impress upon the bunny that I'm a benevolent bunny ruler.

Great line for a t-shirt, that.

Benevolent Bunny Ruler.