Well ...

... today is my final day at work, here, at the DMB. Though there were large gaps of nothingness in the day-to-day business of things, I can certainly say that, as a whole, the experience was a good one. I never had a regular job, really, so this was a strange change for me. I usually have clean-up jobs which to a certain extend I prefer, I can say.

There were some side effects of all of this I did not like very much but I met some nice people, had some laughs, totally brill.

Now I have to get through this whole saying goodbye thing ...

Civil servants. *sigh*

So ...

... my old man is in the hospital. With his foot. Actually, both of them, he can't just leave one behind, but the PROBLEM, for which he's in the hospital is his foot. Specifically, it's rather large. Like, 'no pumps for you'large. Actually anything below a moon boot (remember moon boots?) is going to be an issue ... so they're cheerfully filling the old man up with antibiotics. He's a bit grumpy, though. He just doesn't want to be there but recognises the need for it. The whole 'not being able to walk'thing tipped him off, I guess. I sympathise. Hospitals suck ass. Really. Big ass. They do strange things to the human body in there ...

In other news: we're rapidly approaching the time of my departure from the DMB. What that means on a day-to-day basis is that people from my employer (http://www.maandag.nl) are calling me a lot with possibilities for redeployment. I like that stage. Gives off the impression that I'm a hot property.

Aside from being just HOT!

The two mutsen who are to replace me will do so admirably. It's a shame that one of them already stated that she doesn't like administrative tasks. Made me giggle. Especially now that it has become clear that the ladies are supposed to sit in on meetings and take notes. thank the lord I never have had to do so ...

Amazingly ...

... enough, the other site has been updated AGAIN!

This time, my niece and I are on photographs. We're doing ze paintingz. We're ze coolezt.

http://beofauxto.blogspot.com/

Up ...

... on the other side/site: two new paintings. Not gay at all.

Anyway.

I put them up because today I got confirmation that someone actually enjoys it and that's always a good way to get me to do stuff: appreciation.

I got a letter today. An honest to goodness letter. No e-mail, SMS or something. A real handwritten letter. And, to be honest, I feel very happy and special because of it. In a sense a letter is a little gift, someone wants to share something with you and it's magical.

The letter was by Anna, my oldest and dearest friend. I know her from school and she has stuck with me through everything. I think that's very rare and very special. I don't see anyone anymore from those days, really, except her and honestly, I don't really feel the need to see anyone else from those days. I got Anna and that's enough.

So, I think that tomorrow I'm going to write back. Maybe not in handwriting because, well ... my handwriting is 'expressive' (=atrocious). But I hope to bring some fun in her home ...

In other news: I have a headache.

In other news: I worked with Sabine today, she of the lovely german accent, and everything went forth with an unbelieveable smoothness. And after today I shall never see her again. I hope she manages to stay afloat in that world of weirdness that is DMB but having met her twice now I'm quietly confident.

Well ...

... I asked.

As it turns out it's positively great to go all out and empty on one excercise. If you push yourself to do the extra number of repeats after your comfort zone expires you'll build up muscle. You just have to take care not to over-train so you should stay away from that particular excercise for a few days after going all out.

Also: continuing to train to the point of vomiting is bad. It means your body is not taking up oxygen as a fuel source but has switched to eating other stuff, like your muscles. And that would be rather counter productive.

Thus: it helps to have a knowing chiropractor. It also helps to have someone in your vicinity with a degree in bio-chemistry.

I painted, during the weekend. I'll post it on the other site, seeing as that is woefully neglected and stuff. It's rather pink, i.e. gayer than a bag of ferrets. (I love this expression. Gayer than a bag of ferrets. Anyone who has ever played with a bunch of ferrets knows what I mean.)

I also have come a huge way with Hellgate:London. I hope to finally lay the game to rest in the not too far flung future. When I finally have managed to kill 'big bad' whose identity, for now, is a mystery. But there are sigils involved. And sigils always spell sinister. For some reason. Dunno why, really.