What the hell is going on.

A few years ago, while I was sitting in a bathtub in a hotelroom in Gruyeres Switzerland, this newscast appears on TV talking about some comet or meteor heading for Earth, and "possibly" hitting us in 21 years....
I'm freaking out, but you never hear anything about it again....WTF

Now, I was just watching BBC with this special (and rediculous broadcast, with football-metaphors) about NASA smashing a spacecraft the size of a washingmachine into a comet the size of Manhattan 80 million miles away, blowng a crater the size of a footballfield in.

All supposedly to "find out about what the comet is made of", origins of the universe and sh*t like that.

Now, call me paranoid, or maybe I've seen 'Armageddon' and 'Deep Impact' too many times (ID4 for that matter, get it?) , but may I connect the dots?

If we found out something was hitting in 18 years, the whole world would go to hell: stocks go down, looting, anarchy, mass-sucicide...and anything else I can't think of right now (the scariest part).

Nooo, the G8 don't want any of that, especially with NASA and their cute little experiments that just MIGHT save the day.....

So what, are they waiting till the last minute, or a year in advance?
Stuff like this is just plain scary.... who else worries about stuff like this?

I'm loading my basement with bottled water and Spam!

AN ASS, belonging to an herb-seller who gave him too little food and too much work made a petition to Jupiter to be released from his present service and provided with another master.
Jupiter, after warning him that he would repent his request, caused him to be sold to a tile-maker. Shortly afterwards, finding that he had heavier loads to carry and harder work in the brick-field, he petitioned for another change of master. Jupiter, telling him that it would be the last time that he could grant his request, ordained that he be sold to a tanner.
The Ass found that he had fallen into worse hands, and noting his master's occupation, said, groaning: "It would have been better for me to have been either starved by the one, or to have been overworked by the other of my former masters, than to have been bought by my present owner, who will even after I am dead tan my hide, and make me useful to him!"

He that finds discontentment in one place is not likely to find happiness in another.

Hey y'all!

Amidst the hustle & bustle of writing and endpaper and mental preparations before moving house, I present you: a blog entry.

Lately it seems mobile phones are about everything except the ability to place a call: Bluetooth, TV, cameras, games, thermometres, the works. Of course, all of this started with the text message, or SMS service.

I love this feature, cause it lets me get in touch without actually calling someone (which I don't like to do).
Aside from sending SMSes I use the space in my phone Outbox to store stuff. Like a notepad or day-planner, only more primitive and confusing (so right up my alley!)

I've decided to do something with this stored info. Not the info like 'buy toiletpaper thur', but the weird slogans, brands or other stuff I come across on my walks through the world. The weirdness that will make others raise an eyebrow, from or smile, but make me reacht for my telephone.
And even better: to put it on my blog, as evidence of the weird things we come across from time to time. Don't fear, it'll all work itself out in the end.

Here goes.

- " Volvo 1800 es "
Ah yes, I saw a nice looking car standing in Utrecht like a month ago, and it said this on the back. It's nice in a wacko, retro, Volvo sort of way check HERE to see what I liked about it: the ass of the thing, that's right!

- "Baxter Black; 'The Cowboy Sang Joe The Wrangler' "
Yeeees. Rockman will also remember this. Here we were, chillin on my bed, drinking white wine, and listening to what the iTunes Radio Library had to offer. This, in time, led us to "Cowboy Cultural Society - Music, poetry and spirit of the cowboy". Upon hearing this tale on that station, told over a lone guitar, our hysterical laughter eventually turned into attentive silence. This guy, Baxter Black had the absolute cliche cowboy voice, and told this really weird, spooky story to music. It was like a 10 minute thing (I believe). Anyways, the experience was so cool that I saved it to my phone. To this day I haven't been able to retrieve the 'song' (which might have been a radio broadcast) and let all my friends here it. Wanna know more (or make me a happy girl over Christmas?), check out his website: "He could make a dead man sit up and laugh"

- "HippoTwin"
I saw this link, accompanied by a weird picture on the back of a jeep in Utrecht last winter. It was mounted as advertising on the spare tyre. I wanted to know what two grown men would look like idiots on a spare tyre for.
It turns out, so the site says, that HippoTwin is a de-worming agent for horses. Well, being a horse-hater (slash horse-fearer) I decided to kick this out of my Outbox as soon as I darn well could... It doesn't make sense anyway. Why would the jockeys cry if they're beloved horse gets rid of his worms anyway?

- "Supermotardnederland"
I saw this hyperlink on the back of a big dude's raincoat in Den Bosch, when I was walking behind him.
"Supermotard? What the hell kind of spelling is that?" I thought.... "might be something kinky!" And that's how it ended up in my Nokia. Well, kinky it isn't. The ultra-weird page on the website explains Supermotard to be a sport where you race a customised bike over differentiated tracks. Gee whizzzz. I can't wait to start up myself, all I need is, like 5000 euros!

- " A Home At The End Of The World"
This is some movie starring Colin Farrell, whic his supposed to be really good. One of the people at the movie theatre where I volunteer is desperately looking for any (illegal) copy she can find. But no success.
And I haven't found it either.... so that's that. Not interesting info, but info nonetheless. Check the film on IMDB HERE. Doesn't look special to me...

So, that's a whole lot of stuff to read.... the next two weeks will for me be filled with headaches, stress, typo's, papercuts and a bunch of fun things, too. Tomorrow I get to lose 2 more percent of my hearing at the Fields of Rock concert in Nijmegen!

Have a good one everybody...

A week has passed....

Time again to write something for the Korean busdriver and Filipino pastry chef who accidentally bumped into this blog and decided to read...

I must say, there's not much to report. I found out my pet tortoise is a man, not a woman and I physically abused a Furby toy. Yes, these were the highlights of the week!
So now for something highly trivial...

It's time for me to enter back into womanhood and do what every woman does best: freak out over what the hell she's gonna wear at a party.

The party? Tomorrow.The theme? Silver.

Silver. What the...how am I gonna dress in a Silver theme?
Roll myself up in aluminum foil? Mmm, possible, but waterproofness and heat insulation don't make up for the fragility of the material, not to mention the awful sound I'd make and the fact I'd look like a grotesque microwave burrito or something?
Silver clothing then? Sorry, don't have it in my wardrobe. And I ain't buying none either, the 79 cents for alu-foil I would've, but we've been over that.

Okay, okay...I'll wear black, AGAIN, if you insist! Or do you have a better idea?
Come on, join in on the pre-party stress and see if you can come up with something better in 24 hours...

Hello all,

 

Back with a little report.

Yes, for I spent some 12 hours of my weekend watching all 6 episodes of the Star Wars saga. Hosted by a couple of hospitable friends, and accompanied by some cool people and high-calorie “refreshments”, we sat and watched as the Force went from Dark to Light, death-tolls went up and down, limbs were cut off and replaced here and there, & large mechanical objects were blown up over, and over, and over!

 

It was fun, and I’m glad I participated. But I am definitely not watching any Star Wars movie any time soon. Queppy’s had her fill! But who can blame me after 12 hours of the stuff, regardless of its high-entertainment, camp-value…. Yum!

 

Revenge of the Sith was a pleasant surprise. Better dialogue (read: better, not GOOD), actual emotional response in the actors, and needless to say, the necessary supercalifragilisticexpialidocious action-sequences!

 

Now it’s back to the drawing board, lost of studying to do…. (My God I’ll never make it!)

 

I just hope the Force hasn’t taken any of my brain-cells into the galaxy, or Yoda and RD2D haven’t permanently damaged my abilities to construct normal sentences! Thank God for spelling-checkers….

 

 

Yes, chaos.

In my house.....my former house, my future house. I walk into the place this morning and find the bathroom gutted, the kitched beheaded and three strange geezers walking around the house I've known for 18 years now... not to mention my two middle-aged cats who must be having psychotic episodes right nw...gosh poor things.
I'll be glad when all of that is over...talk about full-circle!
Then there's the chaos in my head from wondering if I should ever touch alcohol again....so much for removing nailpolish! But hey, I've got a bad reputation to keep up :-P

laterzzzzzz

Yeah, kinda funny!

Weebl and Bob

Ah, my week off has come to an end.... and boy did I need it!

I still managed to squeeze quite a few things in though!
A game of Munchkin Bites!
A 3-day trip to Paris!
And a stroll through Utrecht on Queen's Day!

I had a lot of fun; many thanks to my playing/travelling/strolling partners,
for making my week off a good one!

Now I better get some rest....

Time for another blog entry, this time one that makes sense!

Today I went to the Elf Fantasy Fair. It was set around a medieval castle here in the Netherlands, and fantasy fans from all over the country (I heard Belgians and lots of Germans too) flocked to get their fill of fantasy in the form of merchandise, art, games, music and all that sort of stuff.

At first I didn't know what to expect, and was slightly worried by the sudden fantastic-ness of the weather which makes people act and look very strangely... darn those feromones!!!

But in retrospect the weather didn't prove too maddening, and there was plenty to see. Like people dressed up, some awesomely: kudos to them & some poorly: laughs to them. Coolness....
An AMAZING jewellery stall: omygod why didn't I buy that necklace?

There were also signings and lectures by fantasy writers and actors like Terry Pratchett and this really big Maori dude who played like every bad guy with makeup on in the Lord of The Rings trilogy... I dunno his name but he was, well, big!

However, we didn't go to find out how many braincells are killed after 50 hours in latex makeup...me and my guy chose to wander the grounds, enjoy expensive food and free sunshine instead!

If people feel inclined to go after this report, there's fair to enjoy on Sunday.
I think I'll return next year, if only for that jewellery stall....

Laters!

improvement is slow
no chance to feel stronger
because it takes longer
than taking a blow
growing strong takes time
a tree is cut
the unfelt act is swift...
shrunk by eyes
pushed by bodies
felled by words
so easy to fall short
there's no getting better
in this obstacle course