25.12.09

HoHoHo ...

Merry Christmas!

That's all folks!

23.12.09

On this day in ...

1888, during a bout of madness, painter Vincent van Gogh stalked his friend Gaugain with a razor, and then afterwards cut off the lower part of his own left ear and gave it to a prostitute.

Happy ear day, Vince. Happy ear day.

22.12.09

Haffnegaffle.

It's, like, winter, man.

And judging from the way public transport has ground to a complete crawl if not an outright stop you'd figure the dutchies have never actually seen a winter to be discontent in. We're talking about a country that has a significant slice of culture invested in stringy men and women skating impossible distances across frozen lakes and waterways (unbelieveable to others: one belgian gentleman once tried to enroll himself in the 11 stedentocht and tried to book 11 hotels along the way, thinking that such insane distances between cities were naturally skated across 11 days) but five centimeters of snow and the trains stop. In and of itself this is not the worst bit, however. The WORST bit is that when a train happens to be available for travel unexpectedly the announcer immediately does a happy-commercial-style-propaganda-dick-move and calls it an EXTRA train.

So, they yanked 99 trains from the schedule but the one we have managed to make run, we'll call that our happy-making EXTRA train.

One wonders, though slightly prompted, how they manage trainservices in Austria and Switserland. Very much on schedule, presumably.

Anyway, Christmas coming soon. That's nice. tree is up, pressies underneath, Kamiel is coming, live's good.

11.12.09

Woohoo ...

... new Warcraft content.

Usually this does not generate such an enthousiastic response from me. Content patches are nice, you know, sort of a free gift between new big content discs and that is all well and good and we receive them with joy, however, this one is a biggie.

Why, oh, why is it a biggie?

Well ... mainly because of the new way in which one can find a group and enter an heroic dungeon or a raid. It is now possible to do this across realms and at random. Which means that I now get to raid at 6.20 in the morning. Before patch 3.3 I could never do anything else but solo things in Wow. My realm, at that hour, was dead space. Sometimes you could see people hanging out in Dalaran and that was that. However ... now, when I select random dungeon, 'all' the other soloïsts on all the other realms who also have selected random dungeon get tossed together into the fray. And across all those realms there are certainly more than 5 people awake at that godforsaken hour. So, I'm happy. And I'm earning ... stuff. I never seem to remember what, exactly. Emblems of frostbite or something.

Something else Warcrafty, whilst I'm on the subject:

http://forums.questionablecontent.net/index.php/topic,20726.2000.html

Here are people discussing Warcraft!

... I think ...

I'm actually not quite sure what they're talking about but the thread has Warcraft in the title so I assume ... I'm certain that these lovely fellows get a lot of satisfaction from this discussion but I cannot follow it and it also seems fairly silly to take a game and think:'You know what, this game needs more math! Because games never have enough math in them.' Essentially, taking an easy diversion and turning it into a part-time job. With spreadsheets. *shiver*. I guess I stumbled upon the distinction between the hardcore and the casual there. Hardcores are often assholes anyway. Really. that, I just realised, is another benefit of the 'random dungeon thingy'. No more whining about your gear, your specc, your role, your tacs, before you even get invited. No more selection. Just random. Random is good!

With that in mind:



I so hope this is real. Wouldn't that be awesome?

One more, click for larger:


Random awesomeness. I love it.

2.12.09

27.11.09

It's ...

... been a while. Must be the weather. This is no way to build up a loyal readership or any kind of following interested in purchasing the occassional piece of paint, hint, hint!

Anyway.

This man: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Eldritch is a cunt. Let me clarify that for 'everybody'. This man is the lead singer for The Sisters Of Mercy (he insists on the article, a further reason why he's a cunt, but this time a snobby cunt). The Sisters Of Mercy had a record deal, got into a bit of a tiff with their label and basically the band, read that cunt, shut itself down.

Now, I appreciate the fact that business doesn't always go like you want it to but that is no reason not to go sulk in a corner and refuse to put something out for more than a decade. If you don't want to deal with a label either start your own, the cost of which can be recooped from a huge sale of the first album on that label, i.e. your own new CD, or record the music and sling it on the net and be done with it (the low brow method). The aforementioned cunt chose option C: do nothing. How do you even do that? You know, talent-wise, artistic-wise?

Therefore, that man, and I may have mentioned this before, is a cunt.

What you also should take away is that I really like his music, all three CD's and really want there to be a fourth. Ç'est la vie.

In other news: http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/

A fashion minded blog. Fuck me, I'm linking to a fashion blog. The world has stopped revolving. While 'everyone' has gotten back in their respective seats allow me to explain. The writer of that blog is a kid. A tiny kid, in fact, at 4"6' but that is beside the point. the point is that she writes convincingly, and that she has a enviable eye for rythm and balance and structure and composition and ... stuff. He finished. lamely. Now, more than half the stuff she shows I find hideous. Much, much more than half the stuff she wears I find bananas. But she does help me to understand some of the intentions of designers and thus she manages to translate this art form a bit for me, since I have 0 (zero) idea about high fashion.

Also, she makes me want to go out and waste a ridiculous amount of cash on clothes óther than black Cradle Of Filth shirts.

I think I heard my girlfriend faint in the background.

Oh, for further reference: I'm at work and have nothing to do. That I want to do.

Let's see ... what else is there: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbNymZ7vqY

40 Fucking years of Bohemian Rapsody. God, how I loathe that song. I suppose it was important and stuff and a real breakthrough in popular music and totally awesome when it first came out but, god ... what a theatrical drivel. This version, though, gets a big thumbs up, of course. Because anything with a muppet in it will become automatically a million times better. Still miss Jim Henson. Oh, and hey, sesame Street turned 40 not too long ago. Another good reason to show a muppet. Sesame Street? Yeah, that show that Mississipi lawmakers tried to ban in 1970 because ""Mississippi was not yet ready" for the show's integrated cast". http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sesame_street. (It's somewhere in there, trust me.)
Well, all those black people running around, educating kids about not hating other people, I can see how that might be confusing to people.

Let's see ... something else ... I now own a table grill, for gezellig dining, I don't talk nearly enough, or, when I do talk, it's at an inconvenient time, everybody seems to think that I have some sort of autism and I want more pop tarts. Oh, and I want a second computer, with internet and another WoW account. But I'm informed that this might be a little expensive. I do want it, though, but I can see how this would be pushing the matter into unsavoury territory. You see, that is the difference between kids and adults. Want does not automatically equal need.

Oh, oh, oh! Bad news: Ronnie James Dio has stomach cancer. He's the best singer, basically, in metal, better than Tate, Dickinson and that lot. Much better than this crappy Youtube vid can possibly can convey: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iy6URlmeUpk
Still, some of his pure power does manage to shine through. So, here's hoping he survives in a great way.

Okay .. one more.

http://www.mijnalbum.nl/Foto-XEFRGZYT.jpg

Who is the coolest dude?

29.10.09

SO!

... that's done, sort of.

The kitchen is installed, the ruins mess that was my garden has again been rendered, if my girlfriend is to be believed, and I generally make it policy to believe her, in its former exquisite glory. The kitchen is nice. If you wack one of those drawers shut it slides nearly all the way in and then slows down until it gently shuts, quietly.

It's so amazingly cool, it's unbelieveable.

There are a few things that need to be done, still, but I'm sure they'll get done: electricity. Tiles. Of these two the tiles are the more problematic, strangely enough. I and my better 3/4 seem to have forgotten about the need for them so now we are faced with the need to sort of figure out a way to find a colour thing, scheme, whatever, that might fit in between the counter and the cubboards without clashing violently.

The problems one can face in suburbia. Really, if I get anymore normal I might have to take up beerdrinking and soccer. Abandon all hope ...

21.10.09

My house ...

... is a fucking mess.

Well, that might be overstating it, actually. Again: my house might be a mess. However, that is currently hard to say because the boxes containing our new kitchen are in the way of actuallyy seeing what is there. It's a little disturbing to me. The whole living room has been transformed in an oddly cardboard coloured maze.

Luckily some burly men who are good with hammers will come tomorrow and install the fucking thing so that live can return to a shade of normal again. That would be most appreciated.

For today though, it will be a weird walk towards the 'kitchen' 'area' of the house.

As a result of all of this though the bunny, which usually resides somewhere in the neighbourhood of the kitchen has had to move house to the attic. And seeing as she is indeed a spirited girl, known to attack your fingers if you annoy her overly much, this has not been met with a load of joy on her part. She's been grumpy a little, a lot. Which is sad.

The other spirited girl with whom I live is, contrary to my expectations completely calm under the ordeal. She seems to reason that there is nothing she can do about the mess because there just isn't room, which is true. I just hadn't expected that to be a reason to relax, as such.

It's a weird world ...

Also: just thought of Kamiel's girlfriend's Jedi name.

Oby-Won-Kamieli.

Ya!

14.10.09

It is once again ...

... that time of the year when my girlfriend had her birthday. This was nice. We had fun. We learned interesting new things. We were pleased. We congratulated Suus. We do that here, again: congratulations!

It's going to be a mess of a few weeks with the placing of a new kitchen and a whole heap of festivities, parties and stuff going on. Seriously, why have all those people decided that they wanted to know people who all sort of have the same area of birthday effect? It's a mess.

My girlfriend, at least to my mind, sort of leads the charge. She's first in a long line of happy birthdays. Which means that yesterday was still fun and that we're approaching the foothills of a very busy alpine section.

Oh well. We will survive, again.

Also, Kamiel has a girlfriend.

Yay! We are happy for him!

6.10.09

What if ...

... the names of NFL teams actually meant something:

Jacksonville Jaguars - opponents get mauled and then eaten.
Cincinnati Bengals - opponents get mauled and then eaten. Unless these are Bengals of the T-I-double guh-errr type, which wouldn't surprise me. In that case opponents get annoyed by bouncing strategy.
North Chicago Bears - opponents get mauled and then eaten.
Detroit Lions - opponents get mauled and then eaten.
Carolina Panthers - opponents get mauled and then eaten. Possibly played with before being eaten. It's a cat, after all.

Denver Broncos - pretty horsey comes and tramples opponents.
Indianapolis Colts - pretty horsey comes and tramples opponents.
St. Louis Rams - ugly horsey comes and tramples opponents.

Baltimore Ravens - tough birds come and peck at opponents.
Philadelphia Eagles - tough birds come and peck at opponents.
Atlanta Falcons - tough birds come and peck at opponents.
Seattle Seahawks - tough birds come and peck at opponents.
Arizona Cardinals - tough birds come ... and sing at opponents?

New York Giants - big people come and go: SMASH!
Tennessee Titans - big people come and go: SMASH!

Dallas Cowboys - syphilis is given to opponents.
Kansas City Chiefs - ... and given back.
Buffalo Bills - ... and given back.
Washington Redskins - ... and given back.

San Diego Chargers - opponents get charged, possibly at? Or maybe they're in the horsy category? What do these people MEAN!?!
New York Jets - endless fly-overs annoy opponents. And that's it. They wouldn't bomb ... they might hit a bengal, or another endangered species.
Minnesota Vikings - opponents' villages gets looted, pillaged and plundered. Possibly burnt. They might not show up for the ball game but the opponent gets a nasty shock when returning from a road win.
Oakland Raiders - opponents are confused. Expected Twix.
Tampa Bay Buccaneers - opponents are confronted by Jack Sparrow wannabe's. Plays called with unnecesary use of 'Arrr!'.

New Orleans Saints - opponents get prayed at a lot. might work, depends on worldview. In general I'd say ... bet on the lions.
San Francisco 49ers - opponents get confronted by really old people? No idea ...
New England Patriots - opponents get national anthem sung at it. Until death.
Miami Dolphins - opponents get in the water and has a whale of a time with the swimmig mammals. Also, opponents will get amazing ability to understand dolphin language and will always know where Billy is in trouble this episode. Possible confusion with Lassie as a game strategy.
Green Bay Packers - opponents suitcases get packed ... really, really neat. This surprises and confuses opponents and they will lose subsequentely.
Pittsburgh Steelers - opponents get tour of foundry. Get to see where Pittsburgh make their balls. Afterwards they go home.
Houston Texans - opponents get confronted by idiots in large hats who voted for Bush a lot. Possibly scarier than the Lions.
Cleveland Browns - opponents get bored to death. And colour blind; 'It's not brown ... it's red!' will be the agonised wail across the field ...


Now ... wouldn't you like to see such games?

5.10.09

Just ...

... watched several NFL games. It seems that they too invest time in breat cancer awerness week, or whatever it's called. It seems a noble thing to do, to get some attention and to get some cash for research.

However: players are wearing pink shoes, pink sweatbands, pink gloves and pink ribbons ... and i just can't get away from the thought that what I'm basically seeing is 2000 men, players and coaches and staff that are basically all saying: Hurrah for Boobies!!!

30.9.09

Pic Dump!




21.9.09

My ...

... girlfriend is slightly ill, our last chicken has past away and Rammstein has a new video out.

There you go. All the news in one go. The girl is getting better slowly although the pressure on her to improve fast is huge. The chicken was old and it wasn't unexpected, but still sad and the new Rammstein is ... well, Rammstein. The minute you have to assert that you are indeed 18 years or older before you can watch it online should be some indication that they have a special thing going for themselves ...

http://visit-x.net/CAMS/US/specials/Rammstein.html

Also: something I don't understand. Saw a TV show the other day. It's called Scarred if I'm not mistaken and it's a show ... which let people explain ... how they got their scars ... and in this modern age there's actual footage of the incidents. So, you get to see how extreme sporters break arms and shoulders and get their skulls punctured and stuff and then they talk about at length. And repeat the footage over and over and over and over ...

It's so weird. I can only assume that there are people who like this? Now me, I flinch every time but apparently to the rollerblading crowd ... this is some form of porn? Worr-I-some ... I do feel that MTV (that shows this) is promoting these insane stunts. They seem to think that there are only two outcomes possible: either the stunt will work or you'll get some cool footage and a neat scar!

People are weird ...

Now I'm going to watch the Rammstein vid again.

http://visit-x.net/CAMS/US/specials/Rammstein.html

15.9.09

Yesterday ...

... at eight o'clock I got a last kiss from my woman and dressed apprehensively, unsure of what the day might bring. Unsure, besides the knowledge that there would be wresting with irons, the possibility of death and mutilation and certain bloodloss. I stepped out and faced the enemy, clad in iron and coloured in a garish blue and red and silver paint, a war paint of a kind, intend to frighten and to make onlookers take heed of the might of the opposing force.

I began my battle, facing my enemy and my own fears and inch by hardwon inch I demolished, slayed and decimated the fearful, skeletal host, leaving me victorious and deathly tired and strangely mostly unscathed.

And after I took down this scaffolding we used to paint the house I went to the dentist and my blood was spilled.

What did you think I was talking about?

11.9.09

At work ...

... doing the administration. Basically, just being idle. I'll go home soon.

And of course the minute I typed that several people just barged in, either fysically or e-mail ... y.

Anyway. Maybe I'll be seeing a show tonight. It's a very rag-tag sort of affair with several artists present who shall remain nameless because they suck donkey dick and Guus Meeuwis, who seems a decent chap and in whom my girlfriend has a vested interest. And, on occasion I have to do stuff she likes as well, in order for my plan of complete dominance of our relationship to progress.

In other news: Pre-season is over, we're throwing the ball in earnest now. For me, last night at 2:30, I went downstairs and witnessed the first half of the first game of the 2009 season, Titans-Steelers. First half only because after that I fell asleep. It was 4:00 by then so I do feel justified in that. I liked the game as far as I saw it. Anyway, this morning I learned that the Steelers won. Well, good for them. On to Sunday.

Football is so much fun! The whole nuttiness and over the topness of the game is even evident in the name: the ball is not regularly touched by any foot and the ball really isn't a ball. No wonder there's more drama and arrests in the NFL than in all of sports put together (except cycling, i.e. the dope show); All those damned players are just suffering from an identity crisis by way of not knowing what game they're playing. It should be renamed for safety reasons so that the Plaxicos of the world won't shout themselves in the leg and consequently, more figuratively, in the foot and so that dogs and bi-sexual 'Reality' 'TV' 'Stars' can be 'safe' again from their troubled boyfriends.

Yeah. It's the name that causes the troubles.

Upon reflection there seems to be little difference between hounding and dogging Tila Tequilla and organising dogfights ...

I have just been informed that, yes, we do have tickets, so a mixed bag of assorted big floppy donkey dicks and Guus Meeuwis shall be observed in action today. You know, just so that you know, you know.

8.9.09

Randomby.

Well, it seems that another version of Five and dae's ... thing is up and running. It seems bigger and better and stuff than ever. For the very first time it has features which I don't get, games I don't get and people whom I don't get. this might be a mark against my progressing age or it may be that once again this dasterdly duo has managed to create a site that is so cutting edge it's just cutting me to the quick. Neither explanation is very welcome but if pressed for one I'd say I choose the latter.

Anyway ... there seems to be a slight involvement from a chicken. Dennis. Now, the original Dennis was a chicken that one day was brought to the door of our humble hovel by the neighbour's son having survived against all odds after being released into the wild by someone who couldn't care for the animal anymore. Seeing as we already had some chickens the old girl was brought to us. The neighbours later went bankrupt so maybe one should draw the conclusion never to give away a chicken seeing as it is indeed bad luck. For us, however, having Dennis was a lot of fun. It was an oddball chicken, a friend to all humans, who frequented my arm, my shoulder and various parts of my chair. Especially during intense Warcraft sessions. Ignore a chicken at your raid's expense, basically.

Unfortunately, Dennis recently passed away. Basically, the girl was old. This happens. It was fun whilst it lasted. Having said that I'm positively thrilled that Dennis the chicken is granted somesort of after-life in the form of a website dedicated to her where she even can be seen to make the occassional post from beyond the grave.I'm happy because of this. You lot did good.

http://www.randomby.com

4.9.09

Spike ...

... bought my painting!

http://beofauxto.blogspot.com/2009/08/pic-dump.html

It's gone to the other side of the country and that is a good thing. We thank Spike and we hope that many more people will do the same!

... take that, Van Gogh!

1.9.09

Thus ...
















... we dump photos.
This is obviously what the bathroom looks like now, by day and by night.
Still makes me giggle ...

30.8.09

I ...

... have glowing stars on the bathroom ceiling! They're glow-in-the dark stars. I have no idea how that works but I have to say that it makes me intensely happy. It also makes me giggle a lot. This is a good thing. I should probably have invested some meager resources in finding out whether this effect is something which can be documented via photograph ... but I hadn't thought of it yet and it's a quarter past one now. Oh well. Maybe next time.

23.8.09

Welllllll ....

I haven't written in a bit. Mainly because I was on holiday and tired. And then there was the pure and undilluted shock of being back at work. Which was horrid.

Anyway. Holiday. Berlin.

We decided through a process of elimination to go to Berlin. I had been a while back with me da', and Suus had never been.

Well. It's still busy, it's still being built, there's still a lot of wall stuff and war stuff and it still has awesome stuff. KDW FTW!

In the end though, we both felt that Berlin was a bit depressing. There's just too much history associated with that place and not all of it good, one might say. To illustrate: there is one subway connection that starts at station Wannsee and ends near Sachsenhausen. Possibly too much, a bit. Maybe. Also, they still haven't cleared out the damage done by WWII or the building and then the destruction of the Wall so, you know ... it's a bit much, sometimes.

Also: all the things I wanted to see were either closed or refurbishing. So, that was thoroughly depressing as well. Very little art to be had and I sort of felt like seeing some modern german art. Bastards. I'll give you a for instance. For instance, Das BauHaus Archiv decided to completely empty thier premises and offer the paying public(!) the unique opportunity to view the building ... completely empty! And they billed this as an opportunity!

www.bauhaus.de if you want to giggle at artistic pretentiousness.

So ... Neue Gallerie, Hamburger Bahnhof, Guggenheim all closed or half-closed.

Topografie des Terrors, Medizin Museum, Stasi prison we did see. And they were all suitably impressive and interesting.

Also, a five floor train/subway/tram station is not something you see every day.

After that, work came again and you know ... never a fun thing. Actually. Weird, huh? My girl has to start soon too. She's busy already, mainly by being fucked over. And not in a good way. By the government. And some university type thing. So, she's really looking forward to her life back on the job.

And thus, we slouch on. Slowly and assuredly. However, positive things there are as well:

-Football season is nearly upon us again. Yay! Go ... well, everyone but the Giants ... basically. Or the Cowboys. Or the Colts. (Need to get that TV thing sorted. Bastard UPC money grabbers.)
-Someone is trying to buy a painting from me!
-Ehm ... I've got scotch!

Yeah ...

3.8.09

Yesterday ...

... Dennis the chicken died. After living with us for two years and cheating death twice the little chicken just was too old. And 'old' is one thing you don't recover from. We tried to keep her comfortable as best we could. Which, all things considering is quite a job. How do you keep an animal comfortable? It's not as if they can share their hopes, dreams and desires with you ... but we do our best.

But take it from me: this was not funny.

2.8.09

Well ...

... food was eaten. Drinks did flow. The celebrations of a birthday have come and gone and it was awesome. I even have a bit of a hangover from the second installment of the festivities which, for me, is quite rare.

It was goooood ...

We should do this more often.

29.7.09

Today ...

... is the day!

Well, one of the days. But mostly, it's THE day.

Now, I have to explain. Although I think my girlfriend got it in one go. But then again ... she's my girlfriend.

Today Francisco has his birthday. This is a good thing. We like him and therefore we like his continued existance. Also ... there will be BBQ. Now ... in his family it's not so much a meal as it is an art form. It has been studied, carefully planned and after the studying and the planning they become commited. It's fairly awesome to watch Chico carefully building a pyramid of coal just so, you know. It's a thing of beauty.

Therefore it's the day. His birthday. Also one of two days in the year I shall freely and unreservedly consume meat from an outdoor grill without worrying and with relish and enjoyment.

Yes. There will be relish!

(The second day will be when he celebrates again in the weekend.)

Happy birthday, Chico. We're looking forward to it.

Also, yesterday, I finally became VIP with something! Yay! In recognition to the hundreds of euros I spend at Fame recordstore I'm now and forever a VIP member. Special sales day, here I come!

23.7.09

Updates ...

... galore!

One: the other blog I 'manage' has some new pics. Finally. After all this time. After Kamiel asked for them. I should and will (hohum) update more!

One of them things that gets swept under the rug. I'm not very good at the self-promoting side of communication. I really need to get rich and hire an assistant.

With that in mind ... hey, I made a nice little bridge:

http://link.marktplaats.nl/267010893

Just something I need to try, I suspect. After much pushing. From, you know, others, who shall remain nameless. And in my bed. If it sells ... IF it sells ... I might be persuaded to do something similar again, but sooner.

So ... buy it. You bastards.

Also:

http://link.marktplaats.nl/267097889
http://link.marktplaats.nl/267097404
http://link.marktplaats.nl/267095510

14.7.09

... and

yesterday we again saw two movies. We're now forced to wait for Harry Potter. *sigh*

Anyway. We saw The Proposal. Which was a fun, light, great rom-com. And it had the cutest sammy puppy in it which was great. Also, Sandra Bullock was pretty and acted well and Ryan Renolds timing was great. Pretty nature too, by the way. I was happy!

And then we went to a mystery movie. Which probably was the worst 12 euros I ever had spend. We saw Lesbian Vampire Killers and it was an utter, utter, utter pile of SHIT. What a terrible rubbish crap piece of waste.

The funniest moment was when the moviereel broke. So, loads of checking and goings on in the projection booth. They finally manage to get it going again ... it plays for about a moment and the movie displayed the 'pauze' sign, meaning ... you've got 20 minutes to do something else.

Jesus. It was bad.

At home I figured out what was wrong with the movie. 'Lesbian' belonged to the wrong noun. It belonged to 'vampire' and NOT to 'killers'. Had it belonged to 'killers' that would have meant two different leading actors (namely; women, evidently) and probably more sex. In stead we got two wankers of brit 'comedians', who couldn't carry a tune, much less a movie.

Sigh.

Oh well .. I was there with the girlfriend so that helped loads. Shared misery and all that.

12.7.09

Saw ...

... two movies today: Angels&Demons and Ice Age 3D.

Both are competently made. Neither is earth shattering. But we don't want the earth to shatter and it was just plain nice to be in a cinema again. Even if the nice young man from Schagen had a hard time pronouncing Angels&Demons.

Let alone Ice Age.

Man, is it ever a farmer's community. But, you know, new cinema in the area, plus, my lady asures me that this was the last time we could go and see Angels&Demons. So ... it needed checking out. Also: weird 3D glasses. Weird technology. No idea how it works but it seems to work better than it used to because I seem to be headache free! Yay!

It was fun. Ice Age.

And I want one of them dinosaurs.

9.7.09

Rereading ...

... Harry Potter. Again. Still worth it. Odly melancholic business though. I think back on when the book was new and I had all that wonderful stuff still in front of me. And I think back on my own schooldays and the start of the school year and so on and so on. And how old I'm now and stuff. Fucking depressing, really.

Still, the book is good. Brilliant even. I think I have a bit of an issue with number seven, though. It gets a bit heavy handed on the christian imagery and stuff. Saviours returning from death. A kindly bearded fellow in heaven. Attempts at forgiveness for the evil-doers ... stuff like that. I hate C.S.Lewis for that shit so I can't really let Rowling get away with it. But, to be honest, she has written books which are just so much better than anything in the Narnia series so we'll forgive her a lot more.

And I don't like it that Rowling used real world quotes as epigrams to the book. I find it akin to breaking the fourth wall. I think she ought to have been able to come up with somethig to express the same feelings on her own.

All that, however, is six books away. Right now it seems that life is difficult enough with Fluffy on a trapdoor ....

5.7.09

I ...

... seem to have gained Salsa ads? How did that happen? Did I mention them somewhere ...

Oh.

Party. Yes. Desperate men groping my girlfriend. Now I remember. It was ... interesting. Everybody seems to have an interest in my girlfriend's ass anyway. Well, let's face it ... she looks good. And this includes her ass. Eventhough it's shrinking fast.

I have a seering headache from paintfumes. Tomorrow we're going shopping for a ... mask. A carbon, c14, c12 wtf, whatever, mask. I'm into spray painting stuff, as you might have noticed, but I think it might be slightly unhealthy. Might be. Slightly.

I have to post pics.

REMIND me, internet, to post pics.

2.7.09

At ...

... work, yesterday, we had a party (minor one) to celebrate that a new computer system has been adopted for our department. Sounds exciting?

But wait ... there's more!

We're not sure it even works!

Yeah. THAT kind of party. Lots of desperate smiles. But it was fun, still, sort of. I notice that I can't even develop a nice bit of unbelieve about it, let alone any rage. It's just how this stuff is done at my job. Always and unbelieveably true. It should surprise me.

Then I went and bought books for Kamiel and home to paint a smurf. Whatever else you can say about my day ... that last bit surprised even me.

Today the leader of the whole organisation shall be joining us to see what it is we do. I have high hopes of avoiding him like the plague. Not because I dislike him, or anything, although that would most certainly be an option but mostly because I don't like being observed. They might find out that I'm faking it all ...

26.6.09

Wow ...

... Michael Jackson died. You never know what's around the corner.

Realistically, who HASN'T grown up on some CD of him. I'm from the Thriller era, my girlfriend from the Bad era ...

All in all the man has made some music that even today I wouldn't turn off even if my musical taste has strayed far from R&B. His influence was and is great.

It's weird to lose such an iconic figure.

In other news: Farrah Fawcett died.

What is it with this day, anyway?

18.6.09

Being ...

... nice is hard, sometimes.

There was an angry person in this room just now, complaining, in dutch with a heavy german accent (she's from Germany, it wasn't an adopted accent to be angry in (that would have been weird) ), that her cart was taken from her, that we had it and that the deal was that she would get it back according to something, something, something of the shadow proclamation. Or something.

Now, because this was delivered in an incredibly angry german tone this annoyed me so completely to the bone and beyond.

If I was House ...

Well, if I was House I wouldn't work here, but ... if I was House I'd have placed someremarks concerning german efforts to acquire stuff that didn't belong to them and whether she would divulge the whereabouts of my grandfathers bicycle before going off on a mad tirade about weeled methods of transport.

It's probably a good thing that I'm not House. It would have been wrong and completely inappropriate. The woman wasn't even born until the ... late 50's early 60's, I guess. And even then ...

I wonder I got the urge to be so mean in this case.

15.6.09

I ...

... got Karate training ads! Yahoooo!

Also: went to a party tonight with loads of people being entertained with salsa dancing. Now, I don't dance. So, I'm like a fish out of water there. It just seems like a weird thing to do, really ... salsa seems to be one of those things that comes along. And then it will fade away ... I don't think it's warm enough over here, really ...

I also have the feeling that lots of people have alterior motives for investigating salsa and the possibilities it offers to meet ... other people. Of the opposite gender.

And that level of ... quiet desperation is alien to me.

Henry David Thoreau, by the way. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_David_Thoreau

11.6.09

Now ...

... I find myself in the unique position of having to say something nice about thrillers when I usually don't read them. These, however, are scarily good. I'm talking about the Millenium trilogy by Stieg Larsson. Obviously. Everyone should read them.

Unfortunately, the writer passed away in 2004 or something. He actually wanted to write a 10 part series based on these characters ... I'm so ... angry at him for dying. It's so inconsiderate, really. He should have had better sense.

Still. Read the books. Be amazed. Swedish excitement in the non-blonde variety.

9.6.09

Thus ...

... Francisco got his 2nd Dan in Judo.

With relative ease. Fun was had although the whole show reeked off mass production. What an awful lot of judo people there are in North Holland. And I suspect that every last motherfucking one of 'em was in Beverwijk, Sunday. Soit.

He did well, our boy, did. He made two mistakes but those were mostly due to the lack of mat size in relation to his floorcraft, i.e. he threw his partner from the mat which ratlledhim so that he sort of made a tiny error in his kata.

But he passed in the end and that was all that really mattered. There was much rejoycing.

4.6.09

No ...

... Bones about it. I'm slightly insulted.

Saw an episode of Bones a few days back. Pure by coincidence, I'm not in the habit of watching. My girl likes the show and to be honest, there's a lot to be liked. The science seems, well, a bit speeded up, of course, and honestly, some of the computer image things they do seem so much bull, but, you know ... that's okay. It's not Mythbusters. The main characters seem to work and it's nice to see David Boreanas working again. Although Angel was infinitly better, of course. So, all in all, I have little quarrel with the show.

However, in last week's episode the murder had taken place amongst black metal musicians. And of course those were portayed as rude and loud and dumb and looking for a conviction to help their streetcred and it was all just so ... insulting. Maybe not the worst possible depiction, thanks to an authorative voice which gave some nuances, but still people just don't want to hear that musicians of this type do not walk around in permanent face make-up, do not terrorise their neighbours and do in fact compose, rehearse and play and then just go home to a wife and kids and often, very often, to a dayjob to pay the bills.

It takes skill to play such music. And it takes a lot of determination to keep at it if the whole world seems not to care and seems to hate what you do. A hint of respect would have been appreciated.

The only friendly voice in the show was that of Stephen Fry. Someone got him a job on the show as a psychiatrist and he was marvelous. Hearing him rattle of sub-genres of metal was just ... extatic. He brought some much needed nuance to the fore.

Still, you come away with the impression that this music is for the stupid, the young and the violent. And that's just an old tune.

28.5.09

And ...

... to make the weirdness complete, my examinator and karate instructor joined me yesterday in a juijitsui lesson. Which was odd. I got the chance to actually explain a few armsnapping techniques to him.

Since, you know ... he's a white belt in Juijitsui. Weird stuff.

27.5.09

I ...

... passed.

Weirdest thing. Was probably the best karate exam I did so far.

*shrug*

26.5.09

Due ...

... to reasons wholly outside my sphere of influence (well, largely) I seem to be participating in a karate exam this evening.

I was informed of this yesterday. Trust me .. not the best of preparation. Weird, though ...

20.5.09

The ...

... Anti Crisis Girl.

Belated happy Eurovision everybody.

Boy, did this year suck. Nothing with any spark of intelligence or inspiration. Of course, going to Eurovision for inspiration is like asking a cow to build a skyscraper (pointless, meaningless and only delivering shit) but you get the point; it was worse than last year.

Norway send someone's younger nephew and won. Russia send a cry baby whose song sticks in my mind most. Iceland send the most beuatiful blonde ever ... but no song. France and Brittain tried to heat and FAILED ... stuff happened.

However: one song was weird to me. The Anti-crisis girl.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoabQG8K4jM

I keep hearing her sing "The Antichrist has come". this would undoubtedly be more exiting than her actual lyrics. It also changes the image somewhat. Now it looks as if Lillith and a couple of roman centurions are dancing about. Way too few burning crosses and other disasters and stuff though.

Too bad. She could have been a new Lordi.

16.5.09

I ...

... just figured something out: I like bonus stuff one gets with the CD's one buys.

Not a big shock to some people, maybe, but I like it just the same and I might as well be open about it since it will come out eventually.

So here it is again:

I LIKE THE BONUS STUFF ONE GETS WITH THE CD'S ONE BUYS.

Let me give you a couple of examples, just so we know what we are talking about.

Collission course, the CD of the mash-ups of Linkin Park and Jay-Z came with a free DVD with the concert on it. But it also showed bits and pieces of how the album actually was made. So you see artists being artists. And they are discussing notes and how stuff must be sung and it's utterly fascinating. Here's a part of the process of making something. It's a process of weeks and months while the end result might be listened to in under an hour and while all the effort that went into creating it might not even be noticeable on first glance. It's utterly brilliant. For the same reason I like the bonus DVD that came with the RoadRunner United CD. Four different songwriters and a whole host of musicians are just talking and showing how they make their decisions ... brilliant stuff.

Artists being artsy.

I need some primer.

11.5.09

Ahum ...

... so anyway, we just had a little break from our usual schedule. We went into a little reserve somewhere in some place somewhere, where is really not important, as we hardly came out of our bungalow, really, only to swim and eat and it was ... fairly peaceful. Now, well, tomorrow I have to work again, my girl is already at work, and I really have to find a cure for that mindnumbing dread I have for going back to work.

Oh well ...

I see that the commercials in the side bar display weird belief systems again. Oddly enough ... when I finally get them steered away from figments of the imagination I sort of, kind of miss them. It's like a fairly comforting fairytale off to the side. The fact that idiocy abounds means that there will always be something to laugh at.

Look at this:

Christ-The hunger for Him
And the adoring of Him. Everything He can do for Man and Woman.


That just looks obscene.

27.4.09

To ...

... illustrate how much I don't work with laptops ... I chose the wrong colour for the lettering in the post below. Oh, LeSigh(tm). It's a bit blood red much.

The sentiment is still good though ...

26.4.09

So ...

... I'm at my sister's, abusing her computer, which is fun! I've never ever done that. It's, like, one of those moveable ones, thingy, whatever. Anyway, my sis' husband is going away for a bit to Canada and we're here to tell him that we like him and that it's important to us that his plane doesn't crash. You know, that mushy family important stuff. So there ... André ... have fun. And, like, don't crash.

Also, we made some nice paintings ... but I can't upload pictures here. But, you know, I might.

Wow. This keyboard really, really sucks.

24.4.09

So, anyway ...

... spend the week working. I think. There was this party sort of in the middle. Dat breekt zo lekker de week. Nothing really shocking happened to me, this week. (I know that this implies that shocking things happened elsewhere but, if that is true I'm probably not at liberty to discuss that right now. Drat.)(Things did happen, by the way.)

Bought the new Eluveitie album. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msRy4vcSX4k
It's, like, folk-metal, only, without the ... hmmm ... metal. It's a totally acoustic album. Weird. But I really liked Slania, one of the best albums of last year, so I'll give this a spin. It has a free DVD of their performance at Summerbreeze 2008 so ... that'll rock.

Bought the new God Dethroned album. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA7g2K9PlYw
It's like folk-metal, only without the ... hmmm ... folk. This thing is brutal. It's so rarely that I buy something under the guise of death metal and when I do it had better be damn good. And this is. Also ... free CD with this edition!

I like special editions ... they make me ... warm and fuzzy.

14.4.09

So ....



... this is what happens when you leave people in the neighbourhood of the internet. They get IDEAS.
This is currently our trashcan. I'm esperimentin'. I think that, so far, it looks cool. I think it's a skill one can get better at ....

10.4.09

Flickr ...

... is gay.

That's just a bad pun in dutch not a criticism of the photo site.

Still. I'm one to talk. I have been typing this stuff in a hot pink letter since 2007.

In recent times I've been well impressed with http://www.banksy.co.uk/ and http://www.flickr.com/photos/26296445@N05/ . Their work is genius, original and a lot of fun. Not to mention often illegal. Fascinating. Yesterday I was reading about the techniques involved in making graffiti with masks and stencils and haughtily I thought that I could do that as well. And; I can, up to a point. An amateur point but still. I am happy that I have some weird paintings of Mark Beentjes around me. Even one on our trashcan outside. I wanted to test it on a black surface. Hence the Kliko. I'd love to show you pics but my girl has the camera. But since she comes back today from the deep dark jungle of southern Limburg (with a Dark Crystal AND a Labyrinth DVD!) photos will appear.

For now I have to say: it's hella fun, doing graffiti. Really, you should try it.

So, being alone has taught me a few things. One: I don't like to go to sleep alone. I go on to the point of collapse and exhaustion and then I sleep. Second; I feel the house is more secure when there's two of us in there. Thirdly ... bleh.

So, it's just as well that the lady comes back today. Now we know how much we really appreciate each other.

Also, The Passion of Saint Matthew. It's a nice piece of music. Well, piece ... it's three hours long and it's possibly the most depressing musical ever. Although that Mama Mia thing ...

Three hours of emotions and words and some neat music about how Jesus was hung. It's a bit much and at first I considered it well developed torture porn, like Hostel (the movie, which I haven't seen, actually) but it's not about the blood and pain. If I understand correctly the whole crucifiction thing is dealt with in a few short sentences. I think it's more of a story about loss and betrayal and the feelings involved in that and as such it has a timeless worth.

It was seven euros at the free record shop. Money well spend, I'd say. Weird thing is that I do still feel the need to defend listening to it. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have typed this.

Also: watch out for religious ads again in the margins. And just when I had the thing fixed.

Also: this is brilliant. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FehBgQeVKFQ

A rare bit of insight in the refrain of the song. Lame duck lyrics in the rest, of course, but still.

8.4.09

So ...

... anyway. Currently my girlfriend is in Limburg. Now, I don't really know anyone who would go there voluntairily either but there you go. It's a work thing. She has the esteemed role of being leader to a gaggle of tiny humans whom shall be henceforth known as 'her students'. Yeah. I wouldn't either. Luckily everything is going great.

First night one of the little ducklings managed to nearly sever his tendons in his right arm by walking into a door with a glass in his hand. Fortunately for this IDIOT, LUNATIC, WASTE OF BRAIN everything could be fixed up right sweet by the local ER docs. So, you know, he can continue to draw. It seems that a decent grip on things, such as a pencil, is necessary if you want to make that your career.

Artsy types. Fucking flakes.

27.3.09

Something ...

... awesome, just now, on Mythbusters. There is a Priest mine in California.

It's a HardRock mine.

YES!!!!

Breaking the Law, Breaking the Law!!!

25.3.09

WTF?!?!?

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid4464161001?bctid=17075685001

So awesome it needs no commentary. How do you even come up with this stuff????

19.3.09

Advertising ...

... baffles me sometimes. And I even have a good and reliable source of information, http://www.annagroentjes.nl/, on the subject!

Specifically this: http://randstad.decibel.nl/.

In recent times I see posters of this radio station pop up at a regular interval. And for the life of me I cannot figure them out. You see ... the poster has the text 'Radio Decibel' on it and a picture of a nice looking lady suggestively opening her blouse. Now, what has blouse-opening to do with a radio station? Given the medium one assumes that the joys of blouse opening converted to a radio message would be reduced to a slow zipper like sound. Or rustling of fabric and the occasional popped button sound, whatever that may be ... or maybe a nice description of the lady as she disrobes. But other than that the look of blouse opening does not translate very well to radio. Let's face it: if radio wants to be sexy it needs to play Serge gainsborough. And nobody wants to put up with that shit much longer than, oh, say, one minute. It's fucking boring.

So, to reiterate ... I do not get the advertisement. Bad ad. Bad ad-agency.

Nice blouse, though.

11.3.09

New ...

... post. Totally unrelated to anything and not about people so unlikely to get me into trouble. At all. Ha!

Gifts!

Yes ... gifts to oneself, even.

Sometimes when one buys a CD, which isn't very often, because that would be money down the drain, of course, but, you know, sometimes, rarely, even, one isn't quite happy with the music contained therein. It happens. Your research sucked, you were in a rush, you thought to yourself: 'But I have to like this ... Aardschok says!', you were very, very ill, indeed ... stuff like this. Again, it's rare because usally you know what you like (fancy that) but there you go: you end up with a useless album, stuck on the shelf or gracing some dusky corner of one's iPod where it skulks, because skulking is sometimes required. It happens to me when I don't listen to albums but just buy them when they're on sale and the name on it is familiar because other people thought it awesome and mentioned that online or in print. But you know, sometimes people suck ...

Now, I flashforward a bit, sometimes years, even, and there I am trawling through the wall of sound or through Paspartout (my name for my iPod. Suus' iPod is called Friday. Aren't we clever?) and I hit upon an old CD that I never even really listened to but I remember that I thought it sucked. But ... I've been here before. I know I should not let my feelings stop me! I know when I should press on and play the damn thing anyway and just listen to whatever it is and come to new conclusions! And ... I do!

Thus: I have recently discovered Killing Technology by Voivod. Thoroughly depressing album title, but there you have it folks ... Killing Technology. It was skulking, severely, after I had bought it in response to an article I read somewhere about the death of their guitarist, Piggy. And it was full of good things about him and the band and I figured I'd check 'em out ... I thought it utter shyte. Upon reflection, a few years later though there is some good music there. Isn't that nice? And that's what I mean: gifts to oneself. You buy something, forget about it, find it again at a crazy moment (in the train in the previous example) and life is better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5HN3otnoL8

There you go. It's a bit of a rollercoaster ride, I find, through Iggy Pop, Danzig, Elvis and ... testament, Slayer ... something. It's cute. I have several albums still on Paspartout that I don't listen to at all and I'm sure that at some point in the future I'll re-evaluate them too and make a new friend. Except that one by Dream Theatre. It's ... Dream Theatre. Pretentious prog monster ...

Also:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvGHUrH7b3A

Iskald is fun! Dimmu Borgir fun! Thanks Suus!

Alsoalso: we watched the full moon in bed yesterday. We were in bed, the moon wasn't. That was nice. And bright. But then the clouds came and we could lie the other way around again. And that was fun too!

Alsoalsoalso: I gave my pig a bird.

Alsoalsoalsoalso: /wave @ Jan!

9.3.09

Most ...

... people suck. So that makes it most important to tell the people that do not suck that they don't suck. Let's all show a little more appreciation for the ones in our surroundings that work hard at being nice and useful and fantastic.

I'll go first.

Suus ... I love you and appreciate you. Don't change too much and don't let anyone tell you what to do or how to behave ...

/hug

You'll be fine today ...

5.3.09

Okay ...


... something is wrong here ...

3.3.09

So ...

... apparently my niece cracked her leg!

Which is not fun. The idea of an operation was bandied about and stuff but for now her leg's in a nice, hard shell. Sort of like a partial turtle. Anyway ... certain family tradions, I thought, should not be followed but Noa, my niece, evidently takes after her mother in that mummy dearest spend half her childhood with her leg up on a stool for strains, stretches, tears, rips and whips.

We should really have a talk with them about balance and the benefits of staying upright.

However, for now, we wish my ickle niece all the best.

25.2.09

Last ...

... monday I finally got around to attending a karate class. First time in ages due to injury and other stuff, mainly the opportunity to go nuts with luxury shopping and my girlfriend in Amsterdam. HoHum. Anyway, monday: Jerry Smit was there. He's good at what he does, impressively so. His lesson was very interesting. Honestly, if he taught anywhere near here I'd probably go see whether he has an opening for another student ... but there is one niggling little detail.

He looks like this:

http://www.geocities.co.jp/Hollywood/9028/port006.jpg

So, during his whole lesson I was distracted by thoughts about the Mummy Returns. I giggled. A lot. Got some funny looks ... I still managed to get out of there without saying things like: ... Ankh-Soon A'Moon!!

But it was a close call.

Also: New widget! Somewhere .... there ===>

Well ... a little higher, actually.

Currently I'm just taking it out for a spin. I'm kinda disappointed that itdoesn't play complete songs but that would probably have been a nightmare of humongous proportions. Oh well ...

17.2.09

Get this:

I train with Francisco because he has in all his ... enthousiasm accepted the offer for an MMA fight in Germany. So, I help him out on occassion. I get pummeled a bit and I get bruised but all in all the damage is rather restricted. So it was last sunday, at least. I had fun and it felt useful. Then afterwards I go swimming with my Sis and her family and I manage to nearly slip a couple of disks in my back and I manage to smash my elbow into some metal pole whilst decending a water slide.

Moral of this story: if you ever get offered the choice between swimming with family or MMA training choose the latter. It is less dangerous. You'll stay healthier longer. Trust me.

14.2.09

I ...

... read something just now about a Zen rock garden. And I just thought about how awesome it was that those monks get to rock out in their gardens. Idly wondering about what type of music they'd play and stuff. And then the actual meaning of the phrase hit me and I felt foolish. And a little sad. No yellow-robed headbangers.

Saaaad.

It's the 14th. Happy 14th, Suusje. It has something to do with love. Well, I still do.

10.2.09

Also:

I think I finally figured out why the jews never could have killed Jesus: they wouldn't have put I.N.R.I above his head but: For Sale, one slightly used would-be Messiah, with care and prayer ready for a second life.

The notion that all the jews somehow managed to kill 'our Lord' is fairly grievious anyway ... my dad wasn't even born, then. Or my mum.

I never quite got that. I thought crucifiction was a roman thing. So if you are going to hate anyone for that ... hate an Italian. And since most of those are catholic it gets to be nicely self referential.

What is Google Ads going to give me now?

9.2.09

I ...

... like Hielander. that was an interesting dinner, I have to say. Good food, intersting discussions, some nice music, me, steadily getting more and more plastered as the evening progressed on increasingly more expensive whiskey ...

http://www.schotsrestauranthielander.nl/

3.2.09

Bunnies.

Yes. On Bunnies.

We just put ours in the fresh snow for a bit just to see what she'd make of it.


Nada. Zip. Disappointment all around.

Usually, in our experience, bunnies are quite ... stupid. So ... they walk around for a bit. Then they discover, oh horror!, that they're ickle feet are wet. So they clean them. When that is done they walk in the snow for a bit. Thewn they discover that they'r feet are sort of wet. So ... they clean them ....

See where this is going?

2.2.09

Told you!

Steelers!

Oh ... headache.

1.2.09

In response to Dae ...

Yes. Bunnies are awesome fun. Today I cleaned their cages and they were very cute, ripping paper and running away and being bunny. So, yeah, they're fun.

As to the reli-ads ... it's indeed fun to see if we can manipulate Google to cough up something better. And to that end, taking you up on your suggestion:



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Here's ...

... another thing you shouldn't do, ever. Go to sleep, on the couch, wake up, see that it's 6-ish and there isn't any food in the house, decide to go shopping, put on your winterclothes and your ipod and with a half-sleepy head press play and then, crucially, increase the volume, you know ... mindlessly.

At least, I shouldn't do that.

Why?

Because the iPod continued to play the thing I had selected last: Kampfar. Now, I like Kampfar, but it's probably best if it's not to the first thing one hears post slumber. Fuck, but that hurt. I had to slowly work back up to that via Chet Baker and Marillion.

Superbowl sunday today. I think the Steelers will win. I hope that the Steelers win. Mainly because the opposing quarterback is a religious nut who takes his bible everywhere. I discussed sports and faith before, right? Let's just not go there. I'm curious as hell to see how it will all turn out. It will be great. It'll be fun. I hope Kurt Warner loses.

First though, I have to beat someone up. He asked for it. Literally. So ... my sunday is fixed. How about yours?

28.1.09

Well ...

... that sort of defeated the purpose of that rant:

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Google ads did as I wondered.

G'ddamn it. You'd expect the program to recognise an unfavourable remark here and there ... but NOOOOO ... not smart enough. As if that is an excuse. Of course ... I cannot simply abide by this. There will be a different add there soon.

Experiment:

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Hah! Pretty soon I'll have adds for erictile disfunction, willing whores near you (neighbourhood outreach scheme ...), penis enlargements or something up there. As it should be on the internet. Penis enlargements made the internet bigger!

I just hope that the programme doesn't combine things. That sudenly there will be a link to religious porn site with a side fetish of US football ...

Oh well. The war shall continue!

19.1.09

In ...

... a season where non of the teams I like ended up doing great yesterday night really wasn't a surprise. Let's just move on. It's probably for the best. They'll do better next year.

What did strike me, though, was the Cardinals' quarterback, Gus Frerotte, proclaiming that first and foremost it was all thanks to his buddy Jesus ...

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, invisible friends and speshul books again. LeSigh. It's so ...


That said ... sports seem such a trivial thing to annoy your GOD with. There's really nothing important about it. Yes, some money changes hands and people get happy or not, as the case may be, so, there maybe some cathartic thing going on but really important ... nah. So, wouldn't it be nicer to pray for peace and just think: 'Well, Jesus has a lot on his plate with that ... this trivial, meaningless football game I'll just do myself without disturbing my buddy?' I understand that, if he/she/it exsists the nature of god is not for me to understand as it's probably infinite and totally awesome ... so in the end there actually maybe room for Gus to get help in throwing the ball around but it just seems demeaning towards your saviour and ... lightbulb, or something.
There's lots of religion in sports. And it annoys me. The pious humility takes away from the actual sportsmen 's achievements. For example: when Tony Dungee won the superbowl as coach for the Colts he thought it so much more important that 'a man of Jesus' won the game. More important than that 'a man of colour' won (which he is, obviously or that wouldn't have made much sense ...). And I'm wondering whether he should have played that down so much. Let's face it: rascism is a thriving business. Maybe we should celebrate every victory against the bigots. But no ... Tony, the idiot, thinks it's all up to his imaginary pall passing up a perfect opportunity to give the finger to a huge amount of people. Never mind showing that you worked hard, invested everything, got there against all odds ... it's always Jesus. And Jesus is always white.

And if you're truly humble you wouldn't use the company jet to commute to work, Tony, by the way. A little respect for creation. Cycle to work, bitch. Lower your carbon footprint. Jesus wants this planet to survive.

Oh well. That's my pet peeve, I suspect.

Another thing that I think the NFL should change. Coaches, trainers, the whole staff of whatever team should be forced to be in shape. It just looks ridiculous to have an overwhelmingly fat guy stand on the sidelines and tell all these young, powerfull, slim, trim, fast people what to do. It just looks odd ... Sorry Andy Reid. Eric Mangini. Mike Holmgren. Romeo Crennel. Mark Mangino. Ralph Friedgen ...

Jesus ... that list goes on and on and on and on ...

(I so hope that Google adss decides not to put up some religious bullshit add next to this post. That much irony or divine retribution is too much to take.)

12.1.09

So ...

... the iPod is finished.

It was a huge battle and in the end I prevailed. The breaking point was when I finally figured out how to add images to albums. Now I have everything sorted, everything in, pictures to go with it ... lovely.

A couple of things that stand out:

- When you stuff every CD you own into a little black box you really get to see progress. In my case 400 CD's. Made tiny. It makes you reconsider your interior design. Cubboards and stuff ...
- My iPod still has 100G empty. In my imagination this means that all my albums are in there with enough room left over for a good football tournement. Of course ... what kind of football the albums can never decide on so it'll probably all degrade into a bloody mess of musical chairs and half-eaten tunes ... but at least they'll have fun.
- It's wonderful to have everything at my fingertips. Consider: every album was bought at a time in my life. Some have memories. And sometimes my memory gets jogged. And then it's nice to actually be able to listen to the music. And usually decide that time was unfavourable. Long past it's sell-by date. But at least ... I can!

I'm happy.

7.1.09

Wanna ...






... see my workspace?


And all those boxes ... ALL those boxes ... are actually just over half of the stuff I ACTUALLY have to go through ...


Yeah. They're mine. Can't wait to show these pics to Maandag.






6.1.09

Goddamn it!

I've been ranting about the Dlls CwBys so vigourously that Google Adds thinks that this is a good place to sell Dlls Cwbys' jerseys.

Goddamn it!

Ehm ...

Eagles! Patriots! Vikings! Chargers! Falcons! Saints!

... help ...