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Friday, February 28, 2003

the genius that is me
still can't find back the archives. Even though I did all the right things! Honest!

Slashy Mooses Northern Lass and Madscot will be meeting in their hometown of Newcastle soon. Though I'm not sure when exactly. Both are as excited as... erm... Declan Donnely with a new brand of hair gel. Wish I could go upthere too. Go to Saint Cuthbert's School of producing queer entertainers.

Now off to Ghent
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Thursday, February 27, 2003

I'm a genius!!!!!
I brought back the comment section!!!!!!!!
if only i could find back my archives...
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Catholicism

Eric Idle: We used to live in this tiny old tumbled-down house with great big holes in the roof.
Graham Chapman: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twentysix of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Terry Jones: You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!
Michael Palin: Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old watertank on a rubbish tip. We'd all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!
Eric Idle: Well, when I say a house, it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!
Graham Chapman: We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
Terry Jones: You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
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999-nerd alert
Are not answering my calls.
Evilness.
I might contemplate begging Maureen for a LiveJournal code. (Ok, so she offered, but I like to be dramatic). Still, this blog is my baby and I'm pissed that it's not working properly. I'll beg Mister Bluebird/Hullabaloo/WhiteBear for his assistance. I would offer my body, but that's not likely to have much effect.

Ellen squeaked during badminton.

Tomorrow I go to the screening for the HIV vaccination study. Melissa is a bit sad about it, she's very anti-medication... so me doing this is totally against her principles. We seem to be Ok about it now, seem to have reached a compromise. I must admit I'm a bit scared now myself, though all I'll have to do probably is answer loads of embarrassing questions about my sex life.
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nerdie help
still relying on the Nerd Help Foundation to fix my little html tinkering.
I'll never do it again.
Promise.
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cheers littlemoose
thanks to her i'm stuck on Rocky Horror Show songs for the rest of the day... try paying attention to a lecture on autism with Frank N Furter singing in your head....
*griet puts on suspenders*
give yourself over to ab-so-lute plea-easure
swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
erotic nightmares beyond any mea-easure
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Wednesday, February 26, 2003

nerdy2
now the column looks ok... but my archives and post options seem to have disappeared. good god help me!
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i'm not a nerd!
as proven by the abysmal righthand column you can see... sorry about that. That's what happens when I try tinkering with html code, adding categories and moving others around. I'm looking for nerdy help to look at my template as we speak....
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today I
- went to the hairdressers to shave my head.
- Fine... I just had the split ends cut off.
- looked at Adidas trainers because Frederic has infected me with the snob-virus.
- played hostess to my Mum who wanted to see Blokken why my Dad was watching Home and Away
- wrote three pages for my thesis. Three crap pages.
- was stunned by the fact that those three pages were actually saved and not deleted by my own stupid fault. Not Yet!
- rediscovered the art of emailing, thus hoping to dodge the wrath of upset friends.
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los americanos

Time Magazine is holding a poll on which country you think is most dangerous to world peace. North Korea, Iraq or the US. Go ahead and cast your vote. At the moment the US is leading with 86%....
Also on the site an interesting article from Brian Eno, on whether or not Europe hates America. (No luvs, just your president and the people who believe his crap.)
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Tuesday, February 25, 2003

AAAAARH8888888@#

It's JINXED!!!!!!! It's fucking JINXED!!!!!
This is the second snippet of text I write for my thesis. Little things, like definitions and some research findings that I might need for my discussion or my introduction. And then I open another word document, cos I need to look something up. And I close it. And I get the window "save the contents of document one?" and I think "I didn't change this document ... or not intentionally" so click on No. And as I do that I remember that the computer means the document underneath the one I wanted to close. My prize possession of stupid sentences and findings. Gone. Again.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!
It's gonna kill me
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praise the lord

I took the tram to pharmacology with a bloke from my year who's probably the weirdest psychologist-to-be in ghent. he looks like Jesus. Complete with the hair, beard and ... long robe like coat. No sex appeal though. He was attempting a philosophical conversation by commenting on the absurdity of us going to that class.

And then on the bus back to the station four young men in black trousers, white shirt and tie and black jumpers stepped on the bus. Americans, the dreadful accent penetrated my ears the moment one of them opened his mouth. I nearly ran screaming ... but there's not far to run on a bus.... Then I took a closer look at their black jumper and saw this nice pin. "Church of Jesus Christ. The Holy of the last days" it said.
And what struck me was the look in everyone's eyes when they noticed the pin. You could see them thinking "what the hell have they let on the bus now. What's going on with today's Youth".
Exactly the reaction four baggy trousered morrocon boys with loud walkmans would have got.
So you see... it's not good to be too good.
Amen.
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humo
anyone else annoyed at their sudden change of font?
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catch up
Sat on the train with the "little" brother of a girl i was friends with when i was about 13. He's not that little anymore, but then again, neither am I. Nice catching up with him. Apparently my then friend is now living together with her bloke and working as a secretary. Such a vastly different life from little old me.

I'm secretly sipping water from my little bottle since "eating and drinking is prohibited in this PC class". Yes, Revolutionary Me.

Practical next. I hope I'll be able to do more than stare and gulp this time at the use of cognitive psychological terms. Then tram to psychopharmacology where I'll burst in the auditorium 10 minutes late and then home. Shleep. Me tired.

I did however make an appointment with someone in the department of data-analysis for the statistics of my research. Go me! I might just get this thesis on the road... sometime...
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Monday, February 24, 2003

bus 9
was full of teenagers this morning. Baggy trousers, even baggier trousers, braces, lollies, sex jokes and testosterone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, the smell wafted in my nose (yes, it does smell) and all around the bus I could see cats in heat coming to the sweet sweet odour of male hormones.
Ah. Puberty...
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Sunday, February 23, 2003

mother

I'm going mad. I love her, she's my mum. But she used to be strong, she used to be active. now she sleeps and sits around, and tells me she's in pain. I know that. I know that and I feel for her. But I can't be told all the time. She's grown obsessive compulsive. Telling me to take it easy during the weekend because I need to take the 8.20 train on Mondays! And "I'll be too tired otherwise". Telling me to hurry up to catch my train when i've got at least another 10 minutes before I need to leave.
I won't bore you with more information.
I wish I knew where my mum, my old mum, had gone off to.
I'm carrying loads of ambivalence towards her now, and I don't see a solution. I'll need years and years of therapy, hehe.

Oh well.
Meanwhile, Mister Fry is presenting the Baftas.

And everyone's telling me to go to bed early. I feel the urge to get on the train, not go into uni but instead dwell around in ghent. My tiny silly protest. I've hit puberty at 22...
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telegram
meeting crap
clothes belittled
queens bitchier with age
watched ER and Ally
slept through g:mt
woken up by hyper melissa
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Saturday, February 22, 2003

aller circuler!

Another post cos i'm still listening to the fabulous Lightning Seeds and couldn't help notice how these lyrics illustrated the timelessness of the subconscious Sigmund is so fond of.
Now tomorrow's here today
And yesterday's todays just fade away

*sings* watch the morning chase the night

Right. Now I'm really off to bed. With the cat.
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ssshhhh
I've got to get up "early" tomorrow to catch the 11 am train (at that time I usually fluff up my pillow and lie on my other side) to a meeting of the Holebifederatie (flemish GLB federation) in bloody Mechelen which I don't want to go to. Because they are notoriously boring... And why am I going again? ... Who is this person Me? What has taken over my body and will take it to that bloody meeting tomorrow?? And what is this entity planning on doing with said body afterwards *prays* lots of kinky stuff, lots of kinky stuff.

*ahem* I'm sorry, I didn't realise I had company.

Got a killer headache. The type that doesn't go away no matter how many drugs you throw at it. Might be the cause of my weirdness. Then again I might be the cause of that weirdness. I rather think it's the latter of the two options.

Listening to the fabulous Lightning Seeds, hoping they will chase the throbbing behind my eyes away...
just lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime

All credit to LittleMoose for introducing me to them.
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Friday, February 21, 2003

the blues

i'm trying to fight the "i'm tired i think someone's upset with me and my thesis isn't getting anywhere" blues with Kylie. However much I shake my bootie to lalalala it doesn't seem to work just yet. Bugger.
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shame!

Frederik photoshopped Stijn's huge hickey away. *sniff*

Since there's controversy about Urban Trad, the belgian eurovision entry, I think it's time for Frederic (with a C) and me to enter our application for eurovision. We are after all brilliant singers, completely scandal free apart from the odd leather bar, which is kinda trendy, and -best of all- queer. The other countries might as well throw in the towel.
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Thursday, February 20, 2003

piccie

watch Stijn model pasta (note the huge hickey) and Frederik pretend to be the perfect housewife during a dinner party that I was not, i repeat 'was not', invited to.
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AGE RESTRICTED

I was just visiting my favourite slash group when i get this "you've reached an age restricted area" warning. Nice and visible for everyone sitting behind me. Now they all know I'm a pervert... lovely that...
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Wednesday, February 19, 2003

1 german visitor!

And in honour of said visitor... a german snippet from the Kristien Hemmerechts book i'm reading

"Es gibt viele Möglichkeiten Philosophie zu definieren. Eine davon geht so: Philosophie sei, sagt der Theologe, wenn jemand in einem absolut dunklen Raum mit verbundenen Augen eine schwarze Katze sucht, die gar nicht da ist.
Theologie aber ist, erwidert der Philosoph, wenn jemand in einem absolut dunklen Raum mit verbundenen Augen eine schwarze Katze sucht, die gar nicht da ist, und ruft: 'ich habe sie.'"


There's a lot of ways to define philosophy. One of them goes as follows: Philosophy, the theologist says, is when someone is blindfolded in a pitch-black oom, looking for a black cat that isn't there. Theology, the philosophist throws back, is when someone is blindfolded in a pitch-black room, looking for a black cat that isn't there and shouts "I've got her!".

I couldn't agree more.
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electricity

it's the greatest show with the best effects
it's disco-tex
and the sex-o-lettes


sorry, couldn't resist quoting some PSB. All this to say there's tons of static electricity on my hair and clothes.
At uni again. I just can't seem to stay away from here lately can I? Ok.. only since the past few days.
Had a little thesis-panic moment yesterday and solemny decided to go to the library of the sociology faculty asap in order to have a chance at passing in July. Maybe this means I'll get my arse in gear? Who knows.
Class till 8pm... can you bloody believe it.... It looks like it could possibly be the most boring class ever... wonder how many people will show up after today. Wonder if I will show up after today.

Frederic will probably be delighted to hear that Urban Trad, belgium's crap eurosong entry for this year, are the subject of much controversy. Apparently one of their singers happily attends extreme right meetings. And who said belgium was boring eh?
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Tuesday, February 18, 2003

my day

9.28: i hit snooze
9.38: i hit snooze
9.48: i hit snooze
9.58: i get up, under much protest
11am: I take the train to Ghent, for my 1pm practical.
11.20am: I'm waiting for the train to move from Kortrijk to Ghent, eating my sandwich and sipping my Red Bull. I slowly start to feel human when a man informs me the train I'm on has been cancelled because of a power cut in Ghent. I need to take a later (but faster) train. I re-wrap my sandwiches, hold my red bull in my frozen fingers and make my way to the cold railway station.
11.40am: I am informed that the faster train will become a stoptrain as well. My red bull has become flat and undrinkable.To make matters worse the people I text for sympathy and some nice selfpity don't respond.
12.30am: I arrive in Ghent. It feels as if Ghent is situated in England all of a sudden, with all the delays and cancellations.
1pm: I hardly recognise the face of my professor as she walks in the room. I've never seen her this close.
1.30pm: the practical is boring. As if we don't have enough work yet, we get yet another task and are informed that the exam will be oral. Panic seizes me.
3.45pm: I slowly freeze whilst waiting for the tram that might take me to psychopharmacology.
4.20pm: I have made it to my psychopharmacology class!!!!!! at last!! a miracle has occurred. Halleluyah praise the lord!!
5.58pm: I take an earlier train back home
6.28pm: and have to wait half an hour for my connecting train. Again the cold station of Kortrijk welcomes me. Strange people are staring at me. I fix them with my best glare. They still stare. Train -also coming from Ghent- has a slight delay.
7.12pm: The vending machine in the station of Izegem tricks me!! I want paprika crisps but it needs three bloody tries to give me them. I keep feeding it € 3 till i finally have the crisp bag of my choice.
7.35pm: my mum is still perfecting the role of martyr and victim. I find myself annoyed and angry and decide to head upstairs with my prize possession of crisps and leave the other two bags (barbecue and bolognaise) for my dad.
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Monday, February 17, 2003

Severusss slash

What is happening in the world of Severus Snape Slash fiction? All that's happening on Snapeslash these days is endless Off topic discussions, a mediocre fiction now and then and general bitching about feedback. Whatever happened to the brilliant minds of Taleya, Titti or Telanu? Has real life caught up with them? Or have they given up on our dear potions master??? Surely the last isn't even possible. Severus would be most unpleased.
Whatever it is it's left me without good fiction for a while now... i'm starting to get withdrawal symptoms.. Help me!
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Danger! Danger!

don’t you wanna know why we keep startin’ fires?
it’s my desire
it’s my desire

Danger, danger!
high voltage,
when we touch,
when we kiss


This song by Electric Six is fantastic... find it, buy it, i don't know... but it's fabulous.
Apparently it's got something to do with Soulwax, but I'm not sure what. Anyone enlighten me?
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dreams
I had the strangest dream about Tom Lanoye... and his husband and a cat named Blacky. And there was a horse in there somewhere. That should teach me to read Kristien Hemmerecht's Diary before going to sleep.
Of course I had a lousy night and that was reason enough for me not to go to uni this morning. I've convinced myself that i will work today and perhaps do a spot of cleaning.
But what the hell was Tom Lanoye doing in my dream......
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Sunday, February 16, 2003

relax
I'm not about to top myself peeps.
I'm fine.
Just a lot of fear coming to the surface...
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in the space of a moment
sometimes the world is just black.
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Update
Melissa's got a headache and is mumbling at the telly from underneath the covers of the bed.
Venus and Kim seem to be fighting tooth and nail during the Proximus Diamond Games. Go Kim!
Ellen went to see Lord of the Rings without me. The shame of it.
Frederic came and watched the dutch preselection of eurovision (tv) and the icelandic finals (livestream) yesterday. We all became fans of Mazzel and their excellent eurovision song "nanananana".
I did not ask Frederic to tape Ant and Dec again after last week's disaster and my consequent freudian tapings.
My blog has been used against me.
Melissa and I are planning to watch Beautiful Thing after the tennis.
Jirina's doggie has died. *big huggle to Jirina*
I've won my battle to not have to work this weekend and I nearly fainted in the shower (forgot to take my evening dose of hypertensives two nights in a row).
Bart had family visits yesterday and could not meet up with us. Sniffle. Perhaps it's because he knows we don't have salmon toasts here. hehe.
And bugger! Venus just broke Kim's serve! aaaaaargh!
That's about it.
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Saturday, February 15, 2003

Sigmund

I taped over ant and dec!!!!!!!!!!! Can you bloody believe it... Frederic brought the ant and dec tape round last Monday and for some Freudian reason I hadn't watched it yet... (instead of jumping on it). And now it turns out I even taped over it!!!!!!!
What would Freud say about that....
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Friday, February 14, 2003

Valentine's Day ode to Britney

Oh Britney. How I used to despise you.
Your pouty lips, your studied lolita sexiness
your moans and groans and hipshakes
the attention on your ass and breasts
your silly lyrics about
being born to make someone happy
the feminist message that sent out
but now dear Britney, now...
I find myself downloading Crazy and
Slave 4 U and even...
Baby One More time
havoc on my reputation!
Happy valentine's day Britney.
I hope you gain a few pounds, get
some brains
and become happy.

The End.
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Thursday, February 13, 2003

experiment explanation
For Mac. And other interested peeps.
I have to go to the University Hospital 17 times in two years time. On four occasions they will give me an experimental vaccination against HIV. It is not made of dead or weakened virus (like most other vaccinations) so there's no risk of me getting HIV. (If there is i'll sue their arses and do a world trip with the money, hehe.) Every time I go they will draw blood and test it for everything (free medical. yay me.) including HIV. Before each vaccination they do a pregnancy test (pregnancy means you have to drop out of the experiment. Not that there's a lot of risk for me, but still) and a urine test ... so much for my "could you pee in this cup please" phobia!
There will also be "prevention advise" ("do not fuck strangers without a condom" "I won't madam"), questionnares about possible risk behaviours and about the social impact of my partaking in the experiment ("erm griet. I'd rather you drink from this plastic cup instead of from a glass, i wouldn't want to catch anything you see... and don't hug me!").
Also. The money is good. Very good. And this might be a step closer to a vaccination...
Negative? the 17 visits, the possible side effects of the vaccination (nausea, headaches, fever, pain and swelling since the injections are intra muscular, the usual lot...), possibly negative comments from other people, not being allowed to give blood in those two years.

I know a bit about drug testing from my psychopharmacology class (OK, i never go, but i've been reading!) and I know that they have to be very sure there won't be any dangerous side effects before they're allowed to test on people. So ... i'm pretty much up for it.
Any comments? Worriers are free to come overhere and get a big hug or post their opinion...
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nyaarghè!

This and many other yelps, barks, shrieks and moans is what Ellen exclaimed tonight during Badminton. Fun for the whole family! Our brand new rackets made nice snapping noises when they hit the shuttle, which the toy rackets we played with until tonight did not do. I daresay we might not have looked as out of place as we usually do.
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HIV

I've inscribed myself for the screening for the experiment. D-day is Friday, February 28th.
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missing persons report

Frederic seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. I cannot find him on msn, he doesn't respond to text messages. Hm. I get paranoid when stuff like this happens. I should never be a mother!
Finished Mr Fry's book. What an ending. Rather painful. It's as if i've no more goal in my life... my book is finished, what to do now? I guess I could always read some smut now...
And yes, Princess Mathilde is pregnant again. The country is happy. I personally don't care, but I'm happy for her. How Philip (her husband, the future king of belgium) managaed I will never know since he's about as queer as they come...
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Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Men

My dad and his mate (steady!) were surfing my internet to try and find a solution to my "won't print in colours printer". The solution is simple: my printer is supposed to be a colour printer but isn't. Whilst they were surfing they mentioned a few people coming on msn and them ignoring them or deleting the window. I do apologise. No it's not me and my PMT. Just my dad and his colleague. Any complaints about rudeness or harrassment to this address please.
No melissa tonight *pouts* but they are showing the Wacko Jacko documentary on belgian tv tonight... i'm in the mood for some freakspotting.
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and i wonder as i look around me...

I'm in the computer room at the faculty, looking around me and looking at the people entering the building. And I can't help but wonder what I have in common with these people. On a first superficial glance nothing apart from a bad sense in pseudo-trendy clothing... yet most of us will be doing the same jobs. Weird.

Guy on the train was looking at me funny. I think he had X-ray vision and could tell I was reading a printed out slash fic. Discovered that the wonderful Sushi has her own webpage with some new fiction. How could I resist.
Only 40 more pages and The Stars'Tennis Balls is finished... So glad I seem to have rediscovered the joy of reading books as well as slash fiction.
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mioaaaaaaw
I'm perfecting the art of "anastacia-singing".
My ears are still ringing.
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Tuesday, February 11, 2003

lateness

I apologise for my lateness.
I have had rather a stressful and busy day today. Stressful because of my busy worrying mind and busy because of frederic's need for new trainers. Yes I do enjoy placing the blame on other people.
On another matter I think I'll contact the research dept about that HIV study. 1500 euro is a lot of money and it's not dangerous. They're starting to look for volunteers through the media now and they wouldn't do that if there was risk involved. Yes, I know, typical stupid reasoning. But fact is I really think the advantages (not just the money, also the step closer to a possible vaccination) outweigh the risk. Besides, they need to screen me first to see if i'm even suitable.
Loving Ultrasonic's "Lips They Move"
Hating tomorrow's practical in advance.
Been feeling completely drained all week.
Still I'm not even in my bed.
Forgot to tape Law and Order Special victims unit. Bugger.
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Monday, February 10, 2003

such a good girl

I read over 200 pages of The Stars' Tennis Balls in bed last night. It was 3am by the time I was ready to turn out the light. On the train this morning it took my last bit of effort to not continue reading in the park (the weather was glorious today) but instead go to class... separated from my book! So yeah, I went to class this morning. How my professor could make sexual delinquency sound boring I will never know.
Then I went shopping. Well stuff-gazing. Met up with Anthony and Frederic, watched them spend money ... spent a tiny bit of my own. Discussed the pros and cons of swimming trunks v swimming shorts. Bought "The Liar" by Mr Stephen Fry since The Star's... will be finished soon anyway and I need something to tide me over till at least June (new Harry Potter book) and I also got "Disco 3" by the Pets.
At this very moment Frederic is sitting on my bed watching "Operacion Triunfo" on TVE (spain), trying to make sense of the rattling sounds of Spanish. In case you're wondering, it's a kind of Fame Academy where the winner will be representing Spain on the Eurovision Song Contest. He's a bit of a Eurosong freak. I feared his reaction this weekend when I promised I'd tape the Dutch preselection for him (while he was taping SNT for me. The boy has ITV!!! he's a keeper!), then delegated the task to my dad and he forgot the first half hour.... He seems to have forgiven me but I still bought him dinner just now.
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Sunday, February 09, 2003

dreaming of the queen

And there were no more lovers left alive
No one had survived
so there were no more lovers left alive
and that's why love had died


I stumbled across this Pet Shop Boys song again. It was never my favourite when I first bought Very. I'd like to think I was too young then (12) to fully grasp it. I do get it now.

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Saint Alexandra

Alexandra Colen, the ÜberCatholic of the Flemish Far Right disgrace Vlaams Blok was in an idealistic mood this morning.
Long ago she chose the task to protect the Nation's Youth against the evil that is... homosexuality. Not only is it evil, it's a mortal sin, disgusting and it's spreading. Innocents are falling for this unnatural and sinful way of life. Lives are lost because of our "progressive permissive" society.
So Alexandra chose this morning - after a very long period of silence and self-flagellation- to appear on our TV screens and bring our attention to this life threatening situation. Mrs Colen's five children were taught about homosexuality in their catholic schools. Such is a disgrace. Not only were they taught that it exists, they were also shown a video (Sam & Lisa) about the lives of two gay teenagers. The outrage! "In said video the teenagers say that it is stupid to try and fight your nature, even for bisexuals" Mrs Colen said, as if this ruined our purple triangled friends' chance at redemption. After all, they could choose to limit themselves to one gender, the right -opposite- one, get married, go to church and breed lots of heterosexual offspring.
So Mrs Colen took it upon herself to spread some posters against Belgium's Week of Diversity (10-14 Feb) asking to "Stop the perversion. We don't want our children to be asked for understanding for homosexuals. homosexuality = promiscuity. Save your Child"
Isn't she lovely....
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singsong
I heard this Star Trek song on TMF this morning/afternoon. It's hilarious, for all us nerds out there.

Went out yesterday and I'm a not as depressed as Mr Hullabaloo, though I must say the music was loud, the smoke heavy and the people plenty.
Hope Stijn's headache got better. *hug to stijn*
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Saturday, February 08, 2003

blmzegh
I'm in my "isn't the world shit today" phase. Everything i want seems totally unattainable.
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Cheating Blair

I had the greatest trouble finding an english link to this story, so here's a dutch one. Since I usually look for my news stories on the BBC website and didn't find anything about this, I had to search the papers. I now hope the Times isn't some right-winged paper. But anyway. An english link.
Mr Blair's "PROOF, yes COMPELLING EVIDENCE" is copied from a thesis a student wrote 12 years ago. And like a real stupid schoolboy he copied it complete with typographical and grammatical errors. Way to go Tony. Tony now says that the evidence still stands, of course, but honestly, how would he know?!?
Meanwhile Rumsfeld says it's a disgrace that Germany, France and Belgium (though I doubt he mentioned Belgium, he probably thinks we're a part of France and Germany) have not voted for some UN resolution that would make the step to war that little bit easier. Excuse the three countries for having a critical mind and not gobbling up the propaganda we hear everyday.

This pisses me off to no end. We know the war is gonna happen. No matter what the majority thinks, no matter what the minority thinks, no matter what the UN, little Belgium or bloody Uzbekistan say. I can dance around naked in front of the White House, I can put myself on fire (true chinese style), I can send a petition with millions of signatures. No matter what. No matter if they find evidence or not, the war is gonna happen. Tony and Georgie would like some oil.
Granted, Hussein is a dictator, a criminal, a murderer... He should be gone. But this is not the way. This will only leave vulnerable people more vulnerable to his (hussein's) propaganda machine because they will be rendered to poverty because of the war. Because their children won't be able to get proper food, won't be able to go to school and will definitely not find jobs and make money. Why don't the Americans look at their heroes, who preached peaceful resistence? Where's Martin Luther King's spirit gone off to?
This is about a president who knows he's a bad president. Who knows his home politics stink and who knows people will avenge him for that in the next election. So he draws attention away from all that by playing with bombs and guns, literally following his father's footsteps in the Iraq case. Thus ensuring a bigger chance at re-election.

And all we can do is protest and scream and shout and write angry little things in our weblogs. And then we'll have to sit back and watch the bombs drop.
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No More!
No more Andy! No more Hadise-ChristinaAguileraSoundmix!
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Friday, February 07, 2003

a productive day

Today I got my internship report signed. yay me.
Apart from that I did my best to get up a bit earlier than usual. My goal was 9am. I did stumble out of bed around 11-ish. Oh well. It's a start.
I also worked on my psychopharmacology, showed frederic my dykie t-shirts whilst he showed me his gigantic bruise. (oh yes) And I'll soon be watching PopIdol rooting against Andy (just cos i'm evil) with Melissa.
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good night/morning

Lo all. Been to play badminton again. My arm starting aching during the play this time instead of the day after.. just wondering if that's a good sign or not. hehe. I do seem to have played better than last time (a miracle I tell you) so I might not have looked like a total ass on the field. Note I used the word "might". Took a nice long shower hoping it will help against the crippleness that will be tomorrow. Mentioned that I'd like to take up running to my mum who burst into laughter. Thanks mum. Though she's probably right.
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Thursday, February 06, 2003

gay dogs

Hullabaloo, or The Artist Formerly Known As Bluebird/the White Bear sent me this link on how to dress up my gay dog. I'm waiting for one on lesbian cats.
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to sleep perchance to dream

I slept way too long today (12.30) and had weird dreams that I cannot remember. Only that they were weird. I have a shitload of work I want to do, maybe make some changes on my internship report (nooo! no piglet! no! bad girl! leave it alone!). Ahem.

Been thinking on whether or not to take part in a vaccination study. It's experimental... might cause evil side effects. Lasts for two years.. But it would earn me €1500 and god knows I need the money.
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Wednesday, February 05, 2003

today I
- left my computer running for more than 36 hours. Hope the thing doesn't combust. I left it running during the night cos I was downloading something. *ahem* And I left it running while i was at uni cos the bloody thing apparently crashed on me again thus not shutting down.
- Got an extra assignment for the practical "because I was ill last time". I was informed that if I miss another session I cannot take part in the exam. All this WITH a doctor's note. Goodie.
- stuffed myself and felt/feel bloated.
- thought I'd have better studied Law. That way I'd be working already and it's easier to get a job.
- watched Left Luggage and cried when little Simcha ... well... don't wanna spoil your viewing pleasure.
- cuddled Melissa.
- copied Eve's notes for the week I missed.
- did not wash my hair.
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trains planes and... just trains really

practical in a couple of minutes. please kill me now.
Sat next to an old man on the train who kept repeating that the snow would melt as soon as it hit the ground (he was right. Every five times he said it). He said this to the man opposite him who might have been his son, or might have been a total stranger. One can never be sure. I -of course- practised my best asociality: kept my nose in my book (the star's tennis balls, by stephen fry) and managed to look arrogant at the same time. We do not want strangers striking up conversation with us. That is a sign of mental lability and weirdness. Not to mention they might ask for your phonenumber or blog address. Yup, i'm a social animal me....
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Lo and behold
I have posted before noon!
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Tuesday, February 04, 2003

k3 and film

Listening to "verliefd" van K3 on repeat.

Just been thinking about the worst movie dialogue i ever heard... i think I might have to go for this snippet from a film on the versace murder. Picture a scene where Versace's boyfriend tells him how wonderful he is.
Versace: "stop kissing ass!"
Boyfriend: "oh but i like to kiss ass"
Versace *horny look*: "i know".
Anyone can do worse than this??
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Life on MSN

Goddess of triangular bandages... says:
welcpme baaaack!
Goddess of triangular bandages... says:
or soemthing spelt right...
Goddess of triangular bandages... says:
damn
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que?

Yesterday was a day of misunderstandings that's for sure. Frederic thought he wasn't invited to come over. Anthony thinks I blocked him on msn and I thought I was meant to go into Uni today. Ok, the last one is less serious. Melissa's mom was a total bitch to her again, so at least some things remained normal.
I phoned my internship mentor and of course she was lovely. I'm getting everything signed on Friday.
For now, it's off to read some slash and then write out a "problemsituation" with special attention to "cognitions and emotions". I feel like i'm in secondary school again!
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Monday, February 03, 2003

paradox

At Uni i've been giving an assignment. I have to try out four relaxation techniques and keep a diary about how i progress with them. Then make a tape of a relaxation session using my favourite technique.
I'm bloody stressed about it!!
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Saturday Night Takeaway
courtesy of the lovely LittleMoose
Remember folks, this is prime time!

Show opening, the lads arrive on stage. Dec begins stroking Ant's arm and chest. Ant pulls away.
Dec: Nah, it's alright, it's alright.
He pulls Ant back centre stage and goes back to groping him as Ant tries to introduce the show. Dec disappears behind Ant, both hands suddenly appearing from behind, groping Ant's pecs. Ant rounds on Dec.
Ant: What ARE you doing?!
Dec: I'm just giving the viewers what they want Ant! Some hot man on man action! [Ant looks shocked and blusters a bit, Dec expands] Those, those russian birds, TATU... they got to #1 and all they did was kiss a bit! C'mon Ant, giz a kiss! He leans in, Ant pulls away
Ant: No way!
Dec:It'll work wonders for the ratings!
Ant considers this, 'J'taime' begins playing and the lads size each other up, leaning in close... closer...

The music stops and they pull away grinning coyly.
Dec: The ratings are OK actually...
Ant: They're alright...

Anyone who now says that TV researchers are not aware of the slash phenomenon can come overhere to get their ass spanked! Anyone who doesn't understand my obsession and my outrage at not having ITV: ditto.
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bloody typical!

Here I am with my good resolution of not skipping another class this week. Are they making it bloody easy for me or what? Apparently there's only the practical on Wednesday, the other two classes this week are cancelled. Have my professors booked a skiing trip together or something?
i'm bored in advance! Blimey! Well... it will give me plenty of time to worry about phoning my internship mentor...
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Disco 3

The Pet Shop Boys' third remix/dance record is out today. I had a preview listen on the net and it's pretty good.
Why can I not win the lottery? Anyone up to offering me a job? Right now?!
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good morning

Guess who didn't go to uni this morning... yep. me. I can only hope Littlemoose fared better than I did. However, I vow to go tomorrow, to catch my first class of psychopharmacology. No "buts" about it.
I need to phone my internship mentor for her to sign my report but I'm scared shitless. God knows why, it's no big deal... but in my head I've turned it into the biggest diplomatic act of the "noughties".
I'm so broke it's not even funny anymore... and I need new trousers. Aaargh!
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Sunday, February 02, 2003

It's Inge or Marc

You idiots! (Hullabaloo and Frederic). I figure I'll have two new Moles every week (belgian thing again), so I'm pretty sure I'll have guessed the Mole once!

Yes. the Bitch is back. Meaning Me. Still very shocked that I missed an explosive Ant and Dec slash situation... the pain is unbearable. In fact, the pain is so hard I might sue ITV for damages.

*piglet munches second bar of chocolate of the day* I've been eating like a madwoman all day, it's totally unreasonable. Soon they'll have to roll me out of this room. Jerry Springer style. Oh how I miss that trash-show...
Watched The Wedding Singer again yesterday. Reminded me of how fabulous music was in the 80s. Deliciously trashy. #the best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees. I want money. that's what i want#. We were living in a material world...
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Envy

Oh sometimes I hate not having ITV.... OK. I hate it all the time. Full stop. I missed the slashiest ant and dec show in history so it seems. Nearly kissing, manhandled by sailors... the full wet dream. All I had was Rhona (mmmmm luscious Rhona) on the beeb for a few seconds. Life can be so unfair sometimes.
I think a visit to Scotland might be called for to watch MadScot's tape...
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Saturday, February 01, 2003

...And in the mean time

The snow seems to have taken its toll on my friend Frederic's mental health. He's now trudging through the snow from Hooglede to Ostend (some 30 kilometres), walking next to his bicycle. Why he even considered going there on bike is something I haven't quite fathomed yet, but the snow is now too thick to cycle through. Training for the marathon?
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The Voice

Hear Alan Rickman recite one of Shakespeare's sonnets on this site.
A bit late for national poetry day, but still amazing.
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space shuttle

Columbia probably crashed. 7 people are presumed dead.
thank god it's not terrorism....
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bad habits

Katia just rang me. Katia is a friend from uni, we lived in the same halls of residence, she on the fifth floor and I on the second. It was a great shock to both of us that we got on as well as we did I think, cos in many ways we were each other's opposite. The carefree party girl versus the panicky introvert. (I'm the latter). Now the both of us don't live in Ghent anymore. And every time she calls me I'm reminded of my very very horrible habits. I'm crap at phoning people back, I'm awful at keeping in touch with friends I don't see as often anymore.
It's not that I don't want to keep in touch, god knows I do. It's just that I never know what to say on the phone... so I keep putting it off. Which makes it even harder to pick up the phone and ring them... so I put it off some more and so on and so on... And i'm scared of arranging to meet because of all the "what if"'s. What if they've changed, what if i've changed, what if we've all changed. blablabla....
So there you go, another "fascinating" look at the life of Me. Moose Extraordinaire.
Anyone else got the same bad habit? Any tips on what to do about it?
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white velvet

There's a thick cover of snow at the moment and it keeps snowing. I can't remember ever seeing this much snow overhere. But then I'm only 22. Still, quite impressive, until you need to get somewhere.

# Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please#
Why did I never notice before how HOT this song was?
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