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.