Friday, October 31, 2003
Dear Diary
It's Baloo's birthday today!
Yesterday Baloo offered us a few drinks in exchange for presents and company. So we hijacked the first car we could find and ordered the driver to take us to Ghent (my parents don't trust me with the car... Hmphrz).
When we got to the birthday celebration several gorgeous men and one gorgeous lady were seated there along with Baloo. But no chairs for us. Cecil dragged me on his lap (in pure bolli stolli style) and pretended that I was too heavy. But, Dear Diary, I know I'm not, I am thin and gorgeous, so it didn't bother me. Cecil was wearing dead hairy cows on his feet, but his boyfriend didn't seem to mind.
Le feux de perrie was meanwhile sharing a chair with bodyguard Alcor. They commented on Baloo's new hairstyle and his eyebrows. I tuned out when the gorgeous men around me started talking about the fascinating world of FOD work.
Broeno was there as well. I was very excited to meet a famous Mjinnenaar like him. Especially with his Guinness cap and when he offered me a job in weapons transport. Or something. It wasn't quite clear to me.
And then entered Mister Vandamme and Miss Kip. I was truly honoured to meet such blogging-icons. Unlike Mister baloo and Mister Cecil, I didn't know them personally and I must admit to being starstruck when they entered the room. They brought food and drink and were kind enough to share a few words with me. Dear Diary, this might have been the best day of my life.
We attempted a Eurosong dance to the phenomenal "Jennifer Jennings" and the boys drooled over Mister Vandamme. Unfortunately the evening had to come to an end, dear Diary and now I'm home again. Contemplating washing my hair and taking the bus to Kortrijk. But I shall never forget this day.
Happy Birthday Mister Baloo....
ps: Clubbed to Death used samples of the closing credits of Moulin Rouge. That's where I remember it from. See, I know music!
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It's Baloo's birthday today!
Yesterday Baloo offered us a few drinks in exchange for presents and company. So we hijacked the first car we could find and ordered the driver to take us to Ghent (my parents don't trust me with the car... Hmphrz).
When we got to the birthday celebration several gorgeous men and one gorgeous lady were seated there along with Baloo. But no chairs for us. Cecil dragged me on his lap (in pure bolli stolli style) and pretended that I was too heavy. But, Dear Diary, I know I'm not, I am thin and gorgeous, so it didn't bother me. Cecil was wearing dead hairy cows on his feet, but his boyfriend didn't seem to mind.
Le feux de perrie was meanwhile sharing a chair with bodyguard Alcor. They commented on Baloo's new hairstyle and his eyebrows. I tuned out when the gorgeous men around me started talking about the fascinating world of FOD work.
Broeno was there as well. I was very excited to meet a famous Mjinnenaar like him. Especially with his Guinness cap and when he offered me a job in weapons transport. Or something. It wasn't quite clear to me.
And then entered Mister Vandamme and Miss Kip. I was truly honoured to meet such blogging-icons. Unlike Mister baloo and Mister Cecil, I didn't know them personally and I must admit to being starstruck when they entered the room. They brought food and drink and were kind enough to share a few words with me. Dear Diary, this might have been the best day of my life.
We attempted a Eurosong dance to the phenomenal "Jennifer Jennings" and the boys drooled over Mister Vandamme. Unfortunately the evening had to come to an end, dear Diary and now I'm home again. Contemplating washing my hair and taking the bus to Kortrijk. But I shall never forget this day.
Happy Birthday Mister Baloo....
ps: Clubbed to Death used samples of the closing credits of Moulin Rouge. That's where I remember it from. See, I know music!
Thursday, October 30, 2003
shock! horror!
sudden silence.
No more music.
Computer down. My fingers on the keyboard to no avail.
No ltd lights indicating the time on my stereo, nor on my clockradio.
No television.
Light switch doesn't work.
The silence is deafening.
The electricity is gone and a sudden panic comes over me, it's scary how dependent I am on it.
Electricity is back now, after only five minutes. I can breathe again.
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sudden silence.
No more music.
Computer down. My fingers on the keyboard to no avail.
No ltd lights indicating the time on my stereo, nor on my clockradio.
No television.
Light switch doesn't work.
The silence is deafening.
The electricity is gone and a sudden panic comes over me, it's scary how dependent I am on it.
Electricity is back now, after only five minutes. I can breathe again.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
The emergence of Slut!Piglet
Went shopping with Le Feux de Perrie and bodyguard Alcor today, for our Eurovision performance of Minn Hinsti dans.
We got two miniskirts and fishnet tights. When I combined the newly acquired goods with the rubber t-shirt, satin gloves and high boots we'd already agreed upon there was only one description possible: SLUT.
Which is exactly the look we were going for, since Pall Oskar performed this song in Eurovision with four ladies dressed only in fishnet tights and some kind of pvc bathing suit. Compared to them DJ Mel I Sa and I will look like schoolgirls. Of the naughty kind. For example, I've not yet figured out how to sit down without showing my knickers to the whole audience.
I promise a photo as soon as Bodyguard Alcor sends them through to me and Baloo explains to me how to upload my own photos to this fabulous blog.
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Went shopping with Le Feux de Perrie and bodyguard Alcor today, for our Eurovision performance of Minn Hinsti dans.
We got two miniskirts and fishnet tights. When I combined the newly acquired goods with the rubber t-shirt, satin gloves and high boots we'd already agreed upon there was only one description possible: SLUT.
Which is exactly the look we were going for, since Pall Oskar performed this song in Eurovision with four ladies dressed only in fishnet tights and some kind of pvc bathing suit. Compared to them DJ Mel I Sa and I will look like schoolgirls. Of the naughty kind. For example, I've not yet figured out how to sit down without showing my knickers to the whole audience.
I promise a photo as soon as Bodyguard Alcor sends them through to me and Baloo explains to me how to upload my own photos to this fabulous blog.
ahem
I got an email a few days ago "regarding my open application from July 2003". In July I sent letters to almost every center of mental health and hospital that was within a certain distance, so the date isn't much of a giveaway. Turns out "they" have a job opening, pregnancy replacement, part time, somewhere in December. Would I be interested?
I didn't want to let them know I had no clue where they were emailing me from. I prefer to let them believe they're the only ones I spammed with letters. Problem is, they give me no clues. Not even in the latest email. No road map, no "will you be able to find it", no nothing!
I'm to be "there" on the 12th of November, at 9am. For THREE job interviews. Three. One with two shrinks, one with the head of the psychological department and one with the two big bosses of the "place". Isn't that overkill? It's a part time temporary replacement for crying out loud...
Now if I only knew where I was meant to be..
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I got an email a few days ago "regarding my open application from July 2003". In July I sent letters to almost every center of mental health and hospital that was within a certain distance, so the date isn't much of a giveaway. Turns out "they" have a job opening, pregnancy replacement, part time, somewhere in December. Would I be interested?
I didn't want to let them know I had no clue where they were emailing me from. I prefer to let them believe they're the only ones I spammed with letters. Problem is, they give me no clues. Not even in the latest email. No road map, no "will you be able to find it", no nothing!
I'm to be "there" on the 12th of November, at 9am. For THREE job interviews. Three. One with two shrinks, one with the head of the psychological department and one with the two big bosses of the "place". Isn't that overkill? It's a part time temporary replacement for crying out loud...
Now if I only knew where I was meant to be..
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Ti-bloody-tanic
I've never liked Titanic. Back in the 1900s I went to see it in the cinema with some friends and whilst everyone was blubbing their eyes out I was smugly commenting on the obviousness of the computergraphics (in a very Cecil-esque manner). Though yesterday, with the girlfriend in my arms, I must admit to shedding a few tears. It did all happen for real, over 1000 people died. The panic and fear must have been excruciating. Knowing you'll die...
The truth also is, I hate boats. Even more than I hate planes. It's something claustrophobic I guess, if something goes wrong, there's nowhere to go. You can only wait for the water to catch up with you and kill you. Which is probably one of the reasons why I kept my distance during the first viewing of Titanic. The scenes where the water fills lower decks are enough to make me queasy.
And then of course the questioning begins... "would you do that for me?", "would you jump out of a slope to stay with me?", or would you -freezing in a slope- turn back and try to save people in the water, knowing full well that in the panic they could turn your boat over and have you drown along with them. Knowing you'd have to open your eyes to the truth, that you can't save them all and would have to watch most of them drowning...
I don't know.
You see, those are things I think about when I see a 'romantic drama'. It's best if I never do it again.
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I've never liked Titanic. Back in the 1900s I went to see it in the cinema with some friends and whilst everyone was blubbing their eyes out I was smugly commenting on the obviousness of the computergraphics (in a very Cecil-esque manner). Though yesterday, with the girlfriend in my arms, I must admit to shedding a few tears. It did all happen for real, over 1000 people died. The panic and fear must have been excruciating. Knowing you'll die...
The truth also is, I hate boats. Even more than I hate planes. It's something claustrophobic I guess, if something goes wrong, there's nowhere to go. You can only wait for the water to catch up with you and kill you. Which is probably one of the reasons why I kept my distance during the first viewing of Titanic. The scenes where the water fills lower decks are enough to make me queasy.
And then of course the questioning begins... "would you do that for me?", "would you jump out of a slope to stay with me?", or would you -freezing in a slope- turn back and try to save people in the water, knowing full well that in the panic they could turn your boat over and have you drown along with them. Knowing you'd have to open your eyes to the truth, that you can't save them all and would have to watch most of them drowning...
I don't know.
You see, those are things I think about when I see a 'romantic drama'. It's best if I never do it again.
Monday, October 27, 2003
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Professor Snape
Witness the droolworthyness, the queenness, the camp, the pashion, the flair, the hilarity that is ... professor Snape in this music video ("I'm too sexy", a song written for me one might think), put together by some brilliant bugger.
I hope said Brilliant Bugger can tell me his name because I don't know it. So no offense, Brilliant Bugger.
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Witness the droolworthyness, the queenness, the camp, the pashion, the flair, the hilarity that is ... professor Snape in this music video ("I'm too sexy", a song written for me one might think), put together by some brilliant bugger.
I hope said Brilliant Bugger can tell me his name because I don't know it. So no offense, Brilliant Bugger.
daylight saving time?
The bloke (for I'm sure it was a man) who invented this should be SHOT.
I just don't get it. What's the point in turning the clock backwards and then forwards again twice a year. How do you end up saving more daylight hours? You don't. Well I don't.
I'm not up at 7-bloody-am, so if it's dark then, I don't care.
I am however, together with most of the population, up at 6pm. So if it's dark by then instead of by 7pm, I DO care. I don't want my poor hours of sunlight diminished even further.
It sucks. Big time.
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The bloke (for I'm sure it was a man) who invented this should be SHOT.
I just don't get it. What's the point in turning the clock backwards and then forwards again twice a year. How do you end up saving more daylight hours? You don't. Well I don't.
I'm not up at 7-bloody-am, so if it's dark then, I don't care.
I am however, together with most of the population, up at 6pm. So if it's dark by then instead of by 7pm, I DO care. I don't want my poor hours of sunlight diminished even further.
It sucks. Big time.
Saturday, October 25, 2003
Friday, October 24, 2003
the police, your friend
Hitler... he had some good ideas. If only he'd stuck to his own country, then we'd have a blueprint for a model society.
- And the gas chambers? Was that a good idea?
Well he had to do something didn't he. For him it was the jews, for us it's the Pakis
These are words from a police student in Manchester, from the BBC documentary that's caused quite a stir overseas and overhere as well. For those who've not heard, a BBC journalist went undercover in a police academy and filmed his fellow students with a hidden camera, taping comments like this and more...
If you don't stop people for the colour of their skin or the way they look. Then you're a bad copper. It's what you do.
A snipped was shown in Ter Zake yesterday (where I stole these quotes from) and it seems that the teachers at the academy do their best to install some values in their students. Telling them "sexist, homophobic and racist behaviour shall not be tolerated" and warning them against the British Nationalist Party. But how far do they go? Do they say it because it is expected from them or because they mean it?
6 students lost their position at the academy after the documentary was shown. But the damage to the police image might be irreversible.
The British can console themselves with the knowledge that we have the same problem overhere... probably in every country in the western world.
People from minorities can console themselves... well, not all coppers can be like that... right?...
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Hitler... he had some good ideas. If only he'd stuck to his own country, then we'd have a blueprint for a model society.
- And the gas chambers? Was that a good idea?
Well he had to do something didn't he. For him it was the jews, for us it's the Pakis
These are words from a police student in Manchester, from the BBC documentary that's caused quite a stir overseas and overhere as well. For those who've not heard, a BBC journalist went undercover in a police academy and filmed his fellow students with a hidden camera, taping comments like this and more...
If you don't stop people for the colour of their skin or the way they look. Then you're a bad copper. It's what you do.
A snipped was shown in Ter Zake yesterday (where I stole these quotes from) and it seems that the teachers at the academy do their best to install some values in their students. Telling them "sexist, homophobic and racist behaviour shall not be tolerated" and warning them against the British Nationalist Party. But how far do they go? Do they say it because it is expected from them or because they mean it?
6 students lost their position at the academy after the documentary was shown. But the damage to the police image might be irreversible.
The British can console themselves with the knowledge that we have the same problem overhere... probably in every country in the western world.
People from minorities can console themselves... well, not all coppers can be like that... right?...
Thursday, October 23, 2003
More White Teeth
"I am from the Kilburn branch of the Keepers of the Eternal and Victorious Islamic Nation" said Hifan proudly.
"Keepers of the Eternal and Victorious Islamic Nation repeated Millat, impressed. "That's a wicked name. It's got a wicked Kung-fu kick-arse sound to it."
Irie frowned. "K E V I N"?
"We are aware", said Hifan solemnly, "that we have an acronym problem".
and more
"I'm not smart" Oscar said, kicking in a Lego garage he had recently made. "I'm the stupidest of the world."
"Oscar's got an IQ of 178" whispered Joyce. "It's a bit daunting, even when you're his mum".
"wow" said Irie, turning, with the rest of the room, to appreciate Oscar trying to ingest the head of a plastic giraffe. "That's really remarkable."
there's no end in sight
But it makes the immigrant laugh to hear the fears of the nationalist, scared of infection, penetration, miscegenation, when this is small fry, peanuts, compared to what the immigrant fears - dissolution, disappearance (...) From Irie's bedroom shrine of green-eyed Hollywood idols to the gaggle of white friends who regularly trooped in and out of her bedroom, Clara saw an ocean of pink skins surrounding her daughter and she feared the tide that would take her away.
Zadie Smith, White Teeth
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"I am from the Kilburn branch of the Keepers of the Eternal and Victorious Islamic Nation" said Hifan proudly.
"Keepers of the Eternal and Victorious Islamic Nation repeated Millat, impressed. "That's a wicked name. It's got a wicked Kung-fu kick-arse sound to it."
Irie frowned. "K E V I N"?
"We are aware", said Hifan solemnly, "that we have an acronym problem".
and more
"I'm not smart" Oscar said, kicking in a Lego garage he had recently made. "I'm the stupidest of the world."
"Oscar's got an IQ of 178" whispered Joyce. "It's a bit daunting, even when you're his mum".
"wow" said Irie, turning, with the rest of the room, to appreciate Oscar trying to ingest the head of a plastic giraffe. "That's really remarkable."
there's no end in sight
But it makes the immigrant laugh to hear the fears of the nationalist, scared of infection, penetration, miscegenation, when this is small fry, peanuts, compared to what the immigrant fears - dissolution, disappearance (...) From Irie's bedroom shrine of green-eyed Hollywood idols to the gaggle of white friends who regularly trooped in and out of her bedroom, Clara saw an ocean of pink skins surrounding her daughter and she feared the tide that would take her away.
Zadie Smith, White Teeth
Out
I ventured out into the world today. What excitement!
- My ears nearly froze off. When did that happen?
- I witnessed a young man boring the tram employee to death with his discussion over a fine. Meanwhile my blood temperature was rising because I feared missing my tram due to all his whining.
- I saw a woman with an ass so big it should have its own passport.
- I lied and bullshitted my way through questions I didn't know the answer to "what does the welfare-law encompass?" "do you have relevant experience through dealing with conflicts in groups?".
- Over halfway on the way to the trainstation I realised I'd forgotten to take Red Bull with me. God how I longed for it. It was only 11am after all, I needed some. I deserved some! I got on the train, ran into the station in Kortrijk, in search of some Stuff, during the five minute stop my train takes there. Thank god the newsagents was open and had Stuff for me.I realise I must have looked like a junkie. I realise I am a junkie. My name is Piglet, and I'm a redbullolic.
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I ventured out into the world today. What excitement!
- My ears nearly froze off. When did that happen?
- I witnessed a young man boring the tram employee to death with his discussion over a fine. Meanwhile my blood temperature was rising because I feared missing my tram due to all his whining.
- I saw a woman with an ass so big it should have its own passport.
- I lied and bullshitted my way through questions I didn't know the answer to "what does the welfare-law encompass?" "do you have relevant experience through dealing with conflicts in groups?".
- Over halfway on the way to the trainstation I realised I'd forgotten to take Red Bull with me. God how I longed for it. It was only 11am after all, I needed some. I deserved some! I got on the train, ran into the station in Kortrijk, in search of some Stuff, during the five minute stop my train takes there. Thank god the newsagents was open and had Stuff for me.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
and in other news
Piglet (for right now I find myself totally insignificant again. As I should) is going to some kind of hiring-examination in the University Hospital in Ghent tomorrow. When she emailed the personnel dept to ask what the job was about, they told her that they didn't know either.
Nice...
The exam could take up to three hours. And if they ask me one silly thing about Ghent (which emperor killed people here? What's the canon called that is still kept here?) I'm killing the lot of them. Whether or not I know the answers!
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Piglet (for right now I find myself totally insignificant again. As I should) is going to some kind of hiring-examination in the University Hospital in Ghent tomorrow. When she emailed the personnel dept to ask what the job was about, they told her that they didn't know either.
Nice...
The exam could take up to three hours. And if they ask me one silly thing about Ghent (which emperor killed people here? What's the canon called that is still kept here?) I'm killing the lot of them. Whether or not I know the answers!
Wijze raad van Winnie de Poeh en zijn vrienden
Gedichten en Liedjes zijn geen dingen die voor het grijpen liggen, zij grijpen jou. En het enige wat je kunt doen, is zorgen dat ze je kunnen vinden.
surprise
Ms Wildebeest (for today I find myself very important) has been busy making a surprise for her sweetheart.
Since Melissa won't be online till after tomorrow (our anniversary) I can safely talk about it now. As many of you may know, I'm currently very broke. Broke to the point of no-more-money. Well. Broke. As one might call it. So no money for even the slightest of presents, apart from a stupid card. I had to improvise. A while ago my baby bought a tenpack of empty cds, for when she wanted a cd from a classmate copied. She's got about six left. Yesterday, whilst watching Fucking Amal, I got the idea. Put the soundtracks of her two favourite films (Fucking Amal and American Beauty) on CD. Since Ms Melissa was here as well, I had to be very sneaky. I stole lots of files from people (sorry record companies), cursed at kazaa, searched with less or more specific keywords, then hid the found treasures in folders where she wouldn't look and wrote the cds while she was at her internship.
All in the utmost of secrecy.
Of course.
I'm proud of myself.
I just hope she likes them.
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Gedichten en Liedjes zijn geen dingen die voor het grijpen liggen, zij grijpen jou. En het enige wat je kunt doen, is zorgen dat ze je kunnen vinden.
surprise
Ms Wildebeest (for today I find myself very important) has been busy making a surprise for her sweetheart.
Since Melissa won't be online till after tomorrow (our anniversary) I can safely talk about it now. As many of you may know, I'm currently very broke. Broke to the point of no-more-money. Well. Broke. As one might call it. So no money for even the slightest of presents, apart from a stupid card. I had to improvise. A while ago my baby bought a tenpack of empty cds, for when she wanted a cd from a classmate copied. She's got about six left. Yesterday, whilst watching Fucking Amal, I got the idea. Put the soundtracks of her two favourite films (Fucking Amal and American Beauty) on CD. Since Ms Melissa was here as well, I had to be very sneaky. I stole lots of files from people (sorry record companies), cursed at kazaa, searched with less or more specific keywords, then hid the found treasures in folders where she wouldn't look and wrote the cds while she was at her internship.
All in the utmost of secrecy.
Of course.
I'm proud of myself.
I just hope she likes them.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Ab Fab
Baby Spice: "Why didn't you change the date on the calendar?"
Bubble: "It happens anyway... sun comes up... sun goes down"
I am shocked and amazed. The new series of Absolutely Fabulous started last Friday and no one (meaning Atari, Cecil or Baloo) has blogged about it so far. Am I truly the first? Didn't you lot like it? I thought it was brilliant.
Eddie: "about the pool darling. It's not really a pool, it's more of a jacuzzi darling. Because I can't use the one at the spa anymore! So many people have been in it, it's become a smoothy of old excretions!"
It's a pity Emma Bunton can't act to save her life, but the sight of Eddie and Patsy cleaning (and deciding they needed new design furniture to store their champain corks) and Bubble moving the vacuum cleaner about going "hoover hoover" (Eddie= "you're meant to switch it on not just make the noise!") more than made up for that.
And then of course, Saffy's little bombshell...
Eddie: "Actually... can I say darling. You may be looking quite well, but not so thin yourself. You know what that is don't you? Cruel genetic fate! You're turning into me! The sausage shape that comes to us all sweetie! You are now fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat! I'm not the only bloater around here anymore am I?! I know I might eat and drink a bit much but what's your excuse lard-arse??"
Saffy: "I'm pregnant"
Eddie: "Pregnant? Darling, I should think you should tell people as soon as you see them... you don't want them thinking you're fat do you!"
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Baby Spice: "Why didn't you change the date on the calendar?"
Bubble: "It happens anyway... sun comes up... sun goes down"
I am shocked and amazed. The new series of Absolutely Fabulous started last Friday and no one (meaning Atari, Cecil or Baloo) has blogged about it so far. Am I truly the first? Didn't you lot like it? I thought it was brilliant.
Eddie: "about the pool darling. It's not really a pool, it's more of a jacuzzi darling. Because I can't use the one at the spa anymore! So many people have been in it, it's become a smoothy of old excretions!"
It's a pity Emma Bunton can't act to save her life, but the sight of Eddie and Patsy cleaning (and deciding they needed new design furniture to store their champain corks) and Bubble moving the vacuum cleaner about going "hoover hoover" (Eddie= "you're meant to switch it on not just make the noise!") more than made up for that.
And then of course, Saffy's little bombshell...
Eddie: "Actually... can I say darling. You may be looking quite well, but not so thin yourself. You know what that is don't you? Cruel genetic fate! You're turning into me! The sausage shape that comes to us all sweetie! You are now fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat! I'm not the only bloater around here anymore am I?! I know I might eat and drink a bit much but what's your excuse lard-arse??"
Saffy: "I'm pregnant"
Eddie: "Pregnant? Darling, I should think you should tell people as soon as you see them... you don't want them thinking you're fat do you!"
Monday, October 20, 2003
L
Piglet has her L!
Now all I need to do is go to the city hall five times (no idea when they're open, so that 'll probably be the average amount I'll need) to get my learner's permit... then I can drive around on my own. If I dare.
In other news, whilst giving the driving instructor three kisses (on the cheek, as is the habit in belgium) he tried to kiss me on the mouth :-S.
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Piglet has her L!
Now all I need to do is go to the city hall five times (no idea when they're open, so that 'll probably be the average amount I'll need) to get my learner's permit... then I can drive around on my own. If I dare.
In other news, whilst giving the driving instructor three kisses (on the cheek, as is the habit in belgium) he tried to kiss me on the mouth :-S.
I don't wanna be alone
where is my baby-y
Miss Eartha Kitt is stuck in my head after yesterday's Witte Raven ("faking it") where a fireman was transformed into a drag queen. And discovered that "sissies" weren't so bad after all. I was touched.
Oh fuck off, so I'm a little emotional these days. Shoot me.
I was honestly astounded that there were men out there who didn't know the lyrics to "I will survive". And who didn't know that big handmovements are a necessity. I guess I've not been around straight butch men in a while.
I think I'd make a rather good drag queen myself. Shame I'm already a woman. You think that disqualifies me immediately? I can just see it now.. a huge wig, lots of make up and an outrageous ball gown. Letting my inner bitch out to play. And then camping it up to disco. Sounds like the perfect job for me...
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where is my baby-y
Miss Eartha Kitt is stuck in my head after yesterday's Witte Raven ("faking it") where a fireman was transformed into a drag queen. And discovered that "sissies" weren't so bad after all. I was touched.
Oh fuck off, so I'm a little emotional these days. Shoot me.
I was honestly astounded that there were men out there who didn't know the lyrics to "I will survive". And who didn't know that big handmovements are a necessity. I guess I've not been around straight butch men in a while.
I think I'd make a rather good drag queen myself. Shame I'm already a woman. You think that disqualifies me immediately? I can just see it now.. a huge wig, lots of make up and an outrageous ball gown. Letting my inner bitch out to play. And then camping it up to disco. Sounds like the perfect job for me...
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Quote
"I'm as liberal as the next person", complained Alsana, once they were alone. "But why do they always have to be laughing and making a song-and-dance about everything? I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not."
White Teeth, Zadie Smith, p285.
ps: this is a book I got from Mac for my birthday two years ago. I only read it now... Mac sweetie, I honestly didn't have the time to read non-psychology books at uni and now... ha! Time is a-plenty.
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"I'm as liberal as the next person", complained Alsana, once they were alone. "But why do they always have to be laughing and making a song-and-dance about everything? I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not."
White Teeth, Zadie Smith, p285.
ps: this is a book I got from Mac for my birthday two years ago. I only read it now... Mac sweetie, I honestly didn't have the time to read non-psychology books at uni and now... ha! Time is a-plenty.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Piglet's day
9.57am: Piglet discovers friend Jirina in trainstation, with another friend of hers. They're going shopping. lucky them. Though what an hour to go shopping. One must sleep.
10am: Piglet takes the train to Ostend.
10.10am: Piglet reads over her notes about care coordination, she decides she can't do the job and is worthless.
10.50am: Piglet uses the Ostend station toilets and heads out in search of the city hall.
11am: Piglet wonders if this huge building is in fact the city hall and why they didn't put that on the building if it is.
11.01am: it IS city hall.
11.05am: Piglet gets lost in the department of culture (johan verstreken's office). A nice employee shows her the education dept.
11.15am: Piglet waits.
11.25am: Piglet is still waiting.
11.26am: Piglet glares at the nice and bubbly applicant that comes out of the interview room. Ok, so she smiled... but inwardly she was glaring.
11.27am: Piglet blunders when she confuses community education (gemeenschapsonderwijs) with city education (stedelijk onderwijs). The secretary of education does not look pleased.
11.30am: Piglet is asked a bunch of questions... she can't answer them all. Some she can. There's nodding of interviewers and nervousness of interviewee. Piglet is informed that the selected candidate will be informed over the weekend and could possibly start work on Monday. *gulp*. At least Piglet won't have to be wondering for long.
12.05pm: Piglet finds Le Feux de Perrie and tells him all that happened.
12.06pm: Le Feux laughs at Piglet's confusion of community and city education.
12.10pm: Piglet curses all the better qualified people (educationalists) who probably applied as well.
12.20pm: Piglet is still inwardly cursing.
12.45pm: Piglet is allowed to use Le Feux de Perrie's toilet.
2.02pm: Piglet's train from Ostend leaves I**** to go to K**** where she's meant to pick up the keys for Colon's activity this weekend.
2.03pm: G**** phones and confirms that he was able to pick up the keys. Piglet curses inwardly (again) and tells him there's no need anymore since she's stuck on the bloody train.
3pm: Piglet comes back from K****, cycles home to change clothes and goes to her driving lesson.
5.25pm: By this time the engine of the car that Piglet is driving has shut down twice. Bad Piglet. Never underestimate the merits of first gear.
5.40pm: Piglet is told that she drove well. Piglet happy.
6pm: Piglet is waiting by the phone, nudging it from time to time. Knowing it's a lost battle.
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9.57am: Piglet discovers friend Jirina in trainstation, with another friend of hers. They're going shopping. lucky them. Though what an hour to go shopping. One must sleep.
10am: Piglet takes the train to Ostend.
10.10am: Piglet reads over her notes about care coordination, she decides she can't do the job and is worthless.
10.50am: Piglet uses the Ostend station toilets and heads out in search of the city hall.
11am: Piglet wonders if this huge building is in fact the city hall and why they didn't put that on the building if it is.
11.01am: it IS city hall.
11.05am: Piglet gets lost in the department of culture (johan verstreken's office). A nice employee shows her the education dept.
11.15am: Piglet waits.
11.25am: Piglet is still waiting.
11.26am: Piglet glares at the nice and bubbly applicant that comes out of the interview room. Ok, so she smiled... but inwardly she was glaring.
11.27am: Piglet blunders when she confuses community education (gemeenschapsonderwijs) with city education (stedelijk onderwijs). The secretary of education does not look pleased.
11.30am: Piglet is asked a bunch of questions... she can't answer them all. Some she can. There's nodding of interviewers and nervousness of interviewee. Piglet is informed that the selected candidate will be informed over the weekend and could possibly start work on Monday. *gulp*. At least Piglet won't have to be wondering for long.
12.05pm: Piglet finds Le Feux de Perrie and tells him all that happened.
12.06pm: Le Feux laughs at Piglet's confusion of community and city education.
12.10pm: Piglet curses all the better qualified people (educationalists) who probably applied as well.
12.20pm: Piglet is still inwardly cursing.
12.45pm: Piglet is allowed to use Le Feux de Perrie's toilet.
2.02pm: Piglet's train from Ostend leaves I**** to go to K**** where she's meant to pick up the keys for Colon's activity this weekend.
2.03pm: G**** phones and confirms that he was able to pick up the keys. Piglet curses inwardly (again) and tells him there's no need anymore since she's stuck on the bloody train.
3pm: Piglet comes back from K****, cycles home to change clothes and goes to her driving lesson.
5.25pm: By this time the engine of the car that Piglet is driving has shut down twice. Bad Piglet. Never underestimate the merits of first gear.
5.40pm: Piglet is told that she drove well. Piglet happy.
6pm: Piglet is waiting by the phone, nudging it from time to time. Knowing it's a lost battle.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
exams
If I thought my exam/stress days were over when I graduated, I'm shown how mistaken I am. Every job interview means a new exam, a re-reading of books and courses or looking up information they forgot to teach us at Uni. For tomorrow I'm trying to find out as much as I can about "care coordination" in elementary schools. It's something new the government has invented and it's a labyrint of abbreviations and possibilities.
Le Feux de Perrie tipped me off about the job opening and I took advantage of it. It worked to get an interview, so that's a good start.
Next Thursday I have some kind of examthingie for real, for a job in the University hospital in Ghent. When I emailed the personnel service to ask what the job was about they said "they didn't know yet"... nice.
Is this Verhofstadt's job plan in action before it's even begun? Or the result of my whoring myself to every possible agency and institution? And will it bring some result?... who knows...
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If I thought my exam/stress days were over when I graduated, I'm shown how mistaken I am. Every job interview means a new exam, a re-reading of books and courses or looking up information they forgot to teach us at Uni. For tomorrow I'm trying to find out as much as I can about "care coordination" in elementary schools. It's something new the government has invented and it's a labyrint of abbreviations and possibilities.
Le Feux de Perrie tipped me off about the job opening and I took advantage of it. It worked to get an interview, so that's a good start.
Next Thursday I have some kind of examthingie for real, for a job in the University hospital in Ghent. When I emailed the personnel service to ask what the job was about they said "they didn't know yet"... nice.
Is this Verhofstadt's job plan in action before it's even begun? Or the result of my whoring myself to every possible agency and institution? And will it bring some result?... who knows...
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
newspaper
Apparently a British judge penalised (punished. Nothing to do with penises... I know you perverts!) an HIV+ man for sleeping with two women without letting them know he was positive.
What? They didn't have the brain to bring up the subject of condoms themselves?
Yup, I'm reading the paper to get a dvd... (guess)
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Apparently a British judge penalised (punished. Nothing to do with penises... I know you perverts!) an HIV+ man for sleeping with two women without letting them know he was positive.
What? They didn't have the brain to bring up the subject of condoms themselves?
Yup, I'm reading the paper to get a dvd... (guess)
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
wisdom from my driving instructor
DI: Did you listen to the news today?
Piglet: Erm yeah... why? What did they say?
DI: oh, that gay men get more aids.
Piglet: Oh, right... well straight people get it too
DI: yes yes of course
DI: so... your girlfriend.. is she er.. like you?
Piglet: Like me?
DI: Or does she have erm... short hair?
Piglet: You mean is she the man in the relationship?
DI: well yeah, you get that a lot don't you.
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DI: Did you listen to the news today?
Piglet: Erm yeah... why? What did they say?
DI: oh, that gay men get more aids.
Piglet: Oh, right... well straight people get it too
DI: yes yes of course
DI: so... your girlfriend.. is she er.. like you?
Piglet: Like me?
DI: Or does she have erm... short hair?
Piglet: You mean is she the man in the relationship?
DI: well yeah, you get that a lot don't you.
Sigmund's dilemma
I went to the press shop today (okay, the local paper and magazine shop, press shop sounded more trendy) and the owner's son (about 4 years old) was playing with a cardboard box. He was lying on the ground, attempting to stuff as much of his head and torso in the box and sliding around the floor.
I was tempted to act all psychologist-y. But what to do? Do I nod patronisingly and say "oh don't worry, that's normal for his developmental stage. Tell me, did he bang his head against the walls as a toddler"? Do I look worried and ask "does he do that a lot?" whipping out my notebook and pencil? Or do I stroke my chin and say "mmm interesting"?
I did none of the above.
I giggled.
The boy was having a ball after all.
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I went to the press shop today (okay, the local paper and magazine shop, press shop sounded more trendy) and the owner's son (about 4 years old) was playing with a cardboard box. He was lying on the ground, attempting to stuff as much of his head and torso in the box and sliding around the floor.
I was tempted to act all psychologist-y. But what to do? Do I nod patronisingly and say "oh don't worry, that's normal for his developmental stage. Tell me, did he bang his head against the walls as a toddler"? Do I look worried and ask "does he do that a lot?" whipping out my notebook and pencil? Or do I stroke my chin and say "mmm interesting"?
I did none of the above.
I giggled.
The boy was having a ball after all.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Bablefish
Littlemoose translated my english text to french and then back to english in bablefish. This is the result...
"Do I leading the school called today, make project a lesson today or not? My mom, who answered on the telephone, seized the occasion to say to them about the pigs of bastard of idiot. Result: I have a different instructor leading and patient who leaves something of my direction of whole competence. Leading the instructor asked whether I saw somebody and what was its name. "its" name. The dilemma neverending. Come out of or hide in the cabinet? Thus I said to him that I dated one "its" and its name was melissa. It was well about it, it could include/understand two women together, but No of two men..., who was simply dirty."
Computers and language... it's got a long way to go!
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Littlemoose translated my english text to french and then back to english in bablefish. This is the result...
"Do I leading the school called today, make project a lesson today or not? My mom, who answered on the telephone, seized the occasion to say to them about the pigs of bastard of idiot. Result: I have a different instructor leading and patient who leaves something of my direction of whole competence. Leading the instructor asked whether I saw somebody and what was its name. "its" name. The dilemma neverending. Come out of or hide in the cabinet? Thus I said to him that I dated one "its" and its name was melissa. It was well about it, it could include/understand two women together, but No of two men..., who was simply dirty."
Computers and language... it's got a long way to go!
¡Oh mi dios mataron a los árboles!!
With thanks to BartVandamme and Atari: Piglet Wildebeest in Spanish: Blog del Cochinillo!
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With thanks to BartVandamme and Atari: Piglet Wildebeest in Spanish: Blog del Cochinillo!
Hehe
Driving school called today, did I have a lesson planned today or not? My mum, who answered the phone, took the opportunity to tell them about Idiot Bastard Swine. Result: I have a different, patient driving instructor who leaves something of my sense of competency whole.
Driving Instructor asked if I was seeing somebody and what his name was. "His" name. The neverending dilemma. Come out or hide in the closet? So I told him I was dating a "her" and her name was Melissa. He was alright about it, he could understand two women together, but two men... no, that was just dirty. Dirty is indeed the word he used. Twice. I patted him on the head (figuratively speaking) and told him a lot of men feel that way and for women it's usually the other way around.
In real life this man is probably rather sexist and a bit of a homophobe. He also made a comment about foreigners I didn't quite like, e.g. "oh, it's black man driving... yeah, there's some weird guys amongst them", but did I act up in a rage? Did I say "how dare you talk about dirty, you little sexist homophobe. I bet you find lesbians ok because you think it's just some touchy-feely friendship and you get off on it yourself" or did I even raise an eyebrow when he said he enjoyed ogling women. Did I evilly tell him "is it the anal sex that bothers you with queer men? Because there are some techniques... "
No.
I didn't even mind all that much.
Hush.
He's a decent driving instructor.
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Driving school called today, did I have a lesson planned today or not? My mum, who answered the phone, took the opportunity to tell them about Idiot Bastard Swine. Result: I have a different, patient driving instructor who leaves something of my sense of competency whole.
Driving Instructor asked if I was seeing somebody and what his name was. "His" name. The neverending dilemma. Come out or hide in the closet? So I told him I was dating a "her" and her name was Melissa. He was alright about it, he could understand two women together, but two men... no, that was just dirty. Dirty is indeed the word he used. Twice. I patted him on the head (figuratively speaking) and told him a lot of men feel that way and for women it's usually the other way around.
In real life this man is probably rather sexist and a bit of a homophobe. He also made a comment about foreigners I didn't quite like, e.g. "oh, it's black man driving... yeah, there's some weird guys amongst them", but did I act up in a rage? Did I say "how dare you talk about dirty, you little sexist homophobe. I bet you find lesbians ok because you think it's just some touchy-feely friendship and you get off on it yourself" or did I even raise an eyebrow when he said he enjoyed ogling women. Did I evilly tell him "is it the anal sex that bothers you with queer men? Because there are some techniques... "
No.
I didn't even mind all that much.
Hush.
He's a decent driving instructor.
Oh my god they killed the trees!!
The apple/Pear/Fruit trees in my street are no more...
I was woked up this morning by the whining of a chainsaw, the soft thud of a tree trunk hitting the ground and the leaves rustling farewell... I had to close the shutters and bury my head in the duvet. I couldn't listen to it.
Right now the street looks bald, empty and scary. It's as if you can look right into the windows of the people on the other side of the road.
So just because some trees cause some disruption two months of the year, they're killed. Can I kill the street gossip? She disrupts my life 12 months of the year...
Let's hope they bring the new trees soon... or will we have to wait till springtime?
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The apple/Pear/Fruit trees in my street are no more...
I was woked up this morning by the whining of a chainsaw, the soft thud of a tree trunk hitting the ground and the leaves rustling farewell... I had to close the shutters and bury my head in the duvet. I couldn't listen to it.
Right now the street looks bald, empty and scary. It's as if you can look right into the windows of the people on the other side of the road.
So just because some trees cause some disruption two months of the year, they're killed. Can I kill the street gossip? She disrupts my life 12 months of the year...
Let's hope they bring the new trees soon... or will we have to wait till springtime?
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Duffel
Been to Duffel yesterday. The girlfriend (stolen from Vlied) had a handball match there. Apparently it's near Antwerp and Mechelen and places like that. The sports hall smelt of stale sweat (something I'm not used to despite my driving instructor) and "my" team won with 5-23. Guess they were the better team. It was quite funny.
Melissa's studying for some exams she has tomorrow. She's cranky with me because apparently I stole "her" blog colours. She doesn't have a blog yet. Women...
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Been to Duffel yesterday. The girlfriend (stolen from Vlied) had a handball match there. Apparently it's near Antwerp and Mechelen and places like that. The sports hall smelt of stale sweat (something I'm not used to despite my driving instructor) and "my" team won with 5-23. Guess they were the better team. It was quite funny.
Melissa's studying for some exams she has tomorrow. She's cranky with me because apparently I stole "her" blog colours. She doesn't have a blog yet. Women...
Friday, October 10, 2003
Driving stories
Not run anyone over yet but I did have some near-crashes. I make my driving instructor (the idiot bastard swine with bad body odour) nervous apparently. At least something I do well!
And my engine shuts down at the most appropriate moments. Like when I was halfway through a turn, in the middle of the street. With a motorcycle whose way I was in.. and the Bastard Idiot Swine with Bad Body Odour was lecturing me on the why and the how and the this and the that (I was in third gear, I know, let it go already) whilst the line of cars waiting for me to get on the bloody road got bigger and bigger....
Jolly good fun that.
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Not run anyone over yet but I did have some near-crashes. I make my driving instructor (the idiot bastard swine with bad body odour) nervous apparently. At least something I do well!
And my engine shuts down at the most appropriate moments. Like when I was halfway through a turn, in the middle of the street. With a motorcycle whose way I was in.. and the Bastard Idiot Swine with Bad Body Odour was lecturing me on the why and the how and the this and the that (I was in third gear, I know, let it go already) whilst the line of cars waiting for me to get on the bloody road got bigger and bigger....
Jolly good fun that.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Quite interesting
8% of Californians claim to have been abducted by aliens. Suddenly Ahnuld's election result makes a lot more sense.
From the same program (QI): this little snippet..:
knowitall bloke: "whenever a new pope is elected he is carried out over the cardinals and they say "testiculus habet et bene pendentes" to ensure that he is a man"
Stephen Fry: "No?! He has balls and he's well hung?"
Knowitall bloke: "no, *they* are hanging well"
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8% of Californians claim to have been abducted by aliens. Suddenly Ahnuld's election result makes a lot more sense.
From the same program (QI): this little snippet..:
knowitall bloke: "whenever a new pope is elected he is carried out over the cardinals and they say "testiculus habet et bene pendentes" to ensure that he is a man"
Stephen Fry: "No?! He has balls and he's well hung?"
Knowitall bloke: "no, *they* are hanging well"
fruit update
The street gossip just came to look at the pear/apple/fruit tree in front of our door (without the doggie). She's probably scared a "thing" will fall and be carried 75 metres by the wind to crash on her car.
The trees now have fluorescent markings on them. Signs of imminent death.
A vigil is called for.
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The street gossip just came to look at the pear/apple/fruit tree in front of our door (without the doggie). She's probably scared a "thing" will fall and be carried 75 metres by the wind to crash on her car.
The trees now have fluorescent markings on them. Signs of imminent death.
A vigil is called for.
oh dear
Piglet has to go driving this afternoon.
Piglet is not in the mood.
Piglet hasn't driven in over two weeks, since her first lesson.
Piglet doesn't remember where the gas pedal is.
Let alone the brakes.
Piglet would rather sit here and stare at her phone like she has done the past few days.
Piglet first wrote "hear" instead of "here".
Piglet is losing it.
But Piglet must be strong.
Piglet must drive and drive well.
And not run over old ladies/little children or animals.
Adults are allowed.
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Piglet has to go driving this afternoon.
Piglet is not in the mood.
Piglet hasn't driven in over two weeks, since her first lesson.
Piglet doesn't remember where the gas pedal is.
Let alone the brakes.
Piglet would rather sit here and stare at her phone like she has done the past few days.
Piglet first wrote "hear" instead of "here".
Piglet is losing it.
But Piglet must be strong.
Piglet must drive and drive well.
And not run over old ladies/little children or animals.
Adults are allowed.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
why?
Do people invite me to job interviews when it's clear I'm not fit for the job. I'm 22, how am I gonna "lead and coordinate" people who know a hell of a lot more about the job than I do?
Why? Sorry, what was that? Why did I apply? oh, cos I thought it would be some glorified secretary work...
I'm an idiot!
AND I forgot to tape Six Feet Under!!! I don't even think I've seen this episode yet.
Woe is me!
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Do people invite me to job interviews when it's clear I'm not fit for the job. I'm 22, how am I gonna "lead and coordinate" people who know a hell of a lot more about the job than I do?
Why? Sorry, what was that? Why did I apply? oh, cos I thought it would be some glorified secretary work...
I'm an idiot!
AND I forgot to tape Six Feet Under!!! I don't even think I've seen this episode yet.
Woe is me!
look on the bright side
- At least Arnold won't make any movies as long as he's governor.
- I won't have to buy a new Go Pass, since I didn't pass last week's test in Ostend.
- I've got an interview this afternoon.
- I've not seen four horsemen signaling the apocalypse (yet).
- There's always still Kylie.
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- At least Arnold won't make any movies as long as he's governor.
- I won't have to buy a new Go Pass, since I didn't pass last week's test in Ostend.
- I've got an interview this afternoon.
- I've not seen four horsemen signaling the apocalypse (yet).
- There's always still Kylie.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Pet Shop Boys fans
this question by a certain Elena on the PSB site caught my attention...
Question 414:
Hi Pets; Madonna kiss Britney so every tv channels and papers talks about her around the world; Why Neil & Chris con't kiss theirself in front of milions of people on Mtv ?!? ( Ironic question )
Answer:
I don't think it would get the same reaction. N
But he didn't say no did he! Did he!? the slashy moose in me is happy.
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this question by a certain Elena on the PSB site caught my attention...
Question 414:
Hi Pets; Madonna kiss Britney so every tv channels and papers talks about her around the world; Why Neil & Chris con't kiss theirself in front of milions of people on Mtv ?!? ( Ironic question )
Answer:
I don't think it would get the same reaction. N
But he didn't say no did he! Did he!? the slashy moose in me is happy.
rat
Les Mystères would like to apologise to the family of the rat they ran over in their tourbus last Sunday. However les Mystères suspect it might have been a failed suicide bombing, organised by one of their opponents in the song contest. Luckily for les Mystères (and their bus) the bomb failed to go off, killing only the rat that had ran under the wheels of the vehicle.
We shall not be stopped, opponents!
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Les Mystères would like to apologise to the family of the rat they ran over in their tourbus last Sunday. However les Mystères suspect it might have been a failed suicide bombing, organised by one of their opponents in the song contest. Luckily for les Mystères (and their bus) the bomb failed to go off, killing only the rat that had ran under the wheels of the vehicle.
We shall not be stopped, opponents!
Monday, October 06, 2003
brains
My grandad has Alzheimer's. He's come to the stage where he only recognises my gran and watches telly... whilst the tv set is turned off. It's ok, you can laugh. I do too. What else can you do? He's been "dead" for about ten years now I think.
Right now he's having surgery on his pacemaker. The scars from the last operation won't heal and they decided to cut him open again. It's a little more complicated than that, but I won't go into that. I don't think he's gonna live much longer. But as I said, he's not been "alive" for quite some time now. I'm ok with it.
My gran asked my aunt to take her to hospital this afternoon to be with him before the operation. When my aunt turned up gran said she was too tired and didn't want to go anymore, so my aunt went alone. A while ago gran apparently asked the neighbours to drop her off at the hospital. She's there alone right now whilst my grandad is in surgery and then goes off to ICU. What the hell is she going to do there? Help with the surgeons?
Me thinks she's starting to show some Alzheimer symptoms herself... I don't think she could find her way around a shoebox anymore... let alone the hospital.
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My grandad has Alzheimer's. He's come to the stage where he only recognises my gran and watches telly... whilst the tv set is turned off. It's ok, you can laugh. I do too. What else can you do? He's been "dead" for about ten years now I think.
Right now he's having surgery on his pacemaker. The scars from the last operation won't heal and they decided to cut him open again. It's a little more complicated than that, but I won't go into that. I don't think he's gonna live much longer. But as I said, he's not been "alive" for quite some time now. I'm ok with it.
My gran asked my aunt to take her to hospital this afternoon to be with him before the operation. When my aunt turned up gran said she was too tired and didn't want to go anymore, so my aunt went alone. A while ago gran apparently asked the neighbours to drop her off at the hospital. She's there alone right now whilst my grandad is in surgery and then goes off to ICU. What the hell is she going to do there? Help with the surgeons?
Me thinks she's starting to show some Alzheimer symptoms herself... I don't think she could find her way around a shoebox anymore... let alone the hospital.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
weekend
Yesterday: GLB meeting during which "we" had a 30-minute discussion regarding the colour of a brochure, how to steal money from the city that you don't need anyway and were accused of tearing off posters from a certain other GLB group (see e-mail I mentioned a few days ago). Then handball. Then Tom Lanoye.
Today: first rehearsal for the GLB songfestival. Rather funny, sometimes scary. Saw a man in high heels sing like a goat (not intentionally) and a transvestite imitate Lisa Del Bo. Stylish!
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Yesterday: GLB meeting during which "we" had a 30-minute discussion regarding the colour of a brochure, how to steal money from the city that you don't need anyway and were accused of tearing off posters from a certain other GLB group (see e-mail I mentioned a few days ago). Then handball. Then Tom Lanoye.
Today: first rehearsal for the GLB songfestival. Rather funny, sometimes scary. Saw a man in high heels sing like a goat (not intentionally) and a transvestite imitate Lisa Del Bo. Stylish!
Friday, October 03, 2003
zwart wit?
Ik begrijp waarom ene Jurgen Verstrepen geregeld in Bart Vandammes wussy top vijf staat.
Tijdens een zapmoment op liberty tv beland alwaar hij de werkloosheidscrisis "kritisch" wou testen. Waarschijnlijk voelde hij zich een echt onderzoeksjournalist. Meneer schreef op een fluogeel kartonnetje dat hij werkkrachten zocht, voor tien uur hard werk per dag, voor amper 875 euro per maand.
Je voelde van ver aankomen dat hij hoopte dat veel werkloosheidsuitkeringen hierboven liggen. Je voelde van nog veel verder aankomen dat hij vond dat werkloosheidsuitkeringen té hoog liggen en dat mensen zonder werk àlles moeten aannemen.
Met kartonnetje tegen de borst geklemd ging hij aan het Antwerps (want is er een andere stad in Vlaanderen?) VDAB kantoor staan, hopend dat veel (liefst andersgekleurde) medemensen hem straal zouden negeren. Wat veel mensen ook deden. Terecht. Ik vond het bijzonder verrassend dat een aantal mensen hem wel op zijn aanbod aanspraken. Indien ze informatie vroegen, retourneerde hij onmiddellijk de vraag naar hoeveel hun uitkering bedroeg. De woorden "bemoei u niet" kwamen in me op.
Wat mij betreft, ik had hem genegeerd en waarschijnlijk nog één van mijn dodelijkste blikken toegeworpen, en dit om de volgende redenen.
1) een jobaanbieding op een fluogeel pancarteke buiten een vdab kantoor kan enkel louche zijn. Indien de aanbieding niet via de vdab of andere geijkte kanalen komt, vertrouw ik er niets aan. Zeker niet als daar een typ als Verstrepen achter staat.
2) 875 euro per maand voor 50-uren-weken??
3) Ik heb vijf jaar universiteit gedaan omdat ik twee linkerhanden heb en hysterisch word van verstand-op-nul werk. Omdat ik een job wou waar ik me goed in voelde. Ik vind niet dat ik me moet verantwoorden omdat ik niet aan de lopende band wil gaan staan.
4) Indien je nog niet gewerkt hebt, bedraagt je uitkering hetzelfde als het bestaansminimum als ik me niet vergis. Indien ik geen werk zou vinden tegen juni en nog steeds thuis woon, zal ik iets van een 400 euro per maand krijgen. Gene vetten dacht ik zo. Mensen die meer krijgen hebben dus al es gewerkt en hebben dus ook belastingen betaald op die arbeid.
Ik wens Verstrepen een spoedig ontslag toe. En een heel heel lange werkloosheid. Talent heeft ie niet, gezond verstand nog minder en een aangenaam heerschap ziet ie me ook niet uit. Waarom zou iemand hem in godsnaam aannemen?
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Ik begrijp waarom ene Jurgen Verstrepen geregeld in Bart Vandammes wussy top vijf staat.
Tijdens een zapmoment op liberty tv beland alwaar hij de werkloosheidscrisis "kritisch" wou testen. Waarschijnlijk voelde hij zich een echt onderzoeksjournalist. Meneer schreef op een fluogeel kartonnetje dat hij werkkrachten zocht, voor tien uur hard werk per dag, voor amper 875 euro per maand.
Je voelde van ver aankomen dat hij hoopte dat veel werkloosheidsuitkeringen hierboven liggen. Je voelde van nog veel verder aankomen dat hij vond dat werkloosheidsuitkeringen té hoog liggen en dat mensen zonder werk àlles moeten aannemen.
Met kartonnetje tegen de borst geklemd ging hij aan het Antwerps (want is er een andere stad in Vlaanderen?) VDAB kantoor staan, hopend dat veel (liefst andersgekleurde) medemensen hem straal zouden negeren. Wat veel mensen ook deden. Terecht. Ik vond het bijzonder verrassend dat een aantal mensen hem wel op zijn aanbod aanspraken. Indien ze informatie vroegen, retourneerde hij onmiddellijk de vraag naar hoeveel hun uitkering bedroeg. De woorden "bemoei u niet" kwamen in me op.
Wat mij betreft, ik had hem genegeerd en waarschijnlijk nog één van mijn dodelijkste blikken toegeworpen, en dit om de volgende redenen.
1) een jobaanbieding op een fluogeel pancarteke buiten een vdab kantoor kan enkel louche zijn. Indien de aanbieding niet via de vdab of andere geijkte kanalen komt, vertrouw ik er niets aan. Zeker niet als daar een typ als Verstrepen achter staat.
2) 875 euro per maand voor 50-uren-weken??
3) Ik heb vijf jaar universiteit gedaan omdat ik twee linkerhanden heb en hysterisch word van verstand-op-nul werk. Omdat ik een job wou waar ik me goed in voelde. Ik vind niet dat ik me moet verantwoorden omdat ik niet aan de lopende band wil gaan staan.
4) Indien je nog niet gewerkt hebt, bedraagt je uitkering hetzelfde als het bestaansminimum als ik me niet vergis. Indien ik geen werk zou vinden tegen juni en nog steeds thuis woon, zal ik iets van een 400 euro per maand krijgen. Gene vetten dacht ik zo. Mensen die meer krijgen hebben dus al es gewerkt en hebben dus ook belastingen betaald op die arbeid.
Ik wens Verstrepen een spoedig ontslag toe. En een heel heel lange werkloosheid. Talent heeft ie niet, gezond verstand nog minder en een aangenaam heerschap ziet ie me ook niet uit. Waarom zou iemand hem in godsnaam aannemen?
it's a sign
I'm going with Dimi's theory...
I tend to have a job interview about once every two weeks. Today however I got a phonecall for an interview next week. Only eight (8) days after the last one. This is a sign. See, eight years ago I was 14. 14 divided by 2 is 7. And seven is exactly how old I was when we got a puppy.
It is obvious that good old Pluche is watching me from Doggy Heaven and got me this interview.
Thank you Pluche.
(I was 7... Pluche seemed a decent name at the time)
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I'm going with Dimi's theory...
I tend to have a job interview about once every two weeks. Today however I got a phonecall for an interview next week. Only eight (8) days after the last one. This is a sign. See, eight years ago I was 14. 14 divided by 2 is 7. And seven is exactly how old I was when we got a puppy.
It is obvious that good old Pluche is watching me from Doggy Heaven and got me this interview.
Thank you Pluche.
(I was 7... Pluche seemed a decent name at the time)
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Thought of the day
Job interviews turn me into Donkey from Shrek.
I end up jumping up and down going "pick me, pick me!!"
In my mind, of course.
I hope.
Interestingly enough there's software based on Donkey, called the personal distraction agent. It's meant to... well, distract you from whatever real work you might be doing.
Something for the FOD?
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Job interviews turn me into Donkey from Shrek.
I end up jumping up and down going "pick me, pick me!!"
In my mind, of course.
I hope.
Interestingly enough there's software based on Donkey, called the personal distraction agent. It's meant to... well, distract you from whatever real work you might be doing.
Something for the FOD?
slow
I'm mad about Kylie's new song...
slow down and dance with me
yeah
slow
Job interview this morning went well. Unfortunately the girl who had the appointment after me told me she'd not only done her internship there, her aunt worked there as well. She also pointed out a few people by their first name. Hmz. It would be easier to hate her if she wasn't such a charming girl. I'm being realistic about my chances (I might be second choice!), though I'll still be gutted if I don't get it.
Even if it's not the ideal job. (Note how I'm putting the job down in order to try and lessen the disappointment).
ooooh-oooh-oooh
read my body language
take it down down
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I'm mad about Kylie's new song...
slow down and dance with me
yeah
slow
Job interview this morning went well. Unfortunately the girl who had the appointment after me told me she'd not only done her internship there, her aunt worked there as well. She also pointed out a few people by their first name. Hmz. It would be easier to hate her if she wasn't such a charming girl. I'm being realistic about my chances (I might be second choice!), though I'll still be gutted if I don't get it.
Even if it's not the ideal job. (Note how I'm putting the job down in order to try and lessen the disappointment).
ooooh-oooh-oooh
read my body language
take it down down
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Crisis! Crisis!
Crisis in the gay/lesbian/bi (GLB) youth groups in West-Flanders. Two of them don't stick to the WJNH (wel jong niet hetero, "young but not straight", the national organisation of youth groups) rules about activities and age limits. Therefor they can't become a member and feel discriminated. This was illustrated by a truly hilarious email from one of the people of a group. The words "adolescent" and "moaning" were used towards the "dear WJNH".
All public.
All bitchy.
Fabulous.
Of course WJNH described this attack as "slander" and "untrue". They asked us all not to contact these deviant groups directly, but only through them. They also gave us a "warm hug". Hilarious.
Yesterday they phoned Melissa (Mrs Wildebeest & leader of our GLB group) to ask her to definitely be present at the next meeting. A "crucial" one, regarding all the "troubles" in our region.
*Snort*. It's going to be so much fun!
This is why I became a lesbian. I love this over the top drama queen ability to turn moleheaps into mountains and create huge scenes. I think it'll be a catfight next!!
Keeping you posted...
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Crisis in the gay/lesbian/bi (GLB) youth groups in West-Flanders. Two of them don't stick to the WJNH (wel jong niet hetero, "young but not straight", the national organisation of youth groups) rules about activities and age limits. Therefor they can't become a member and feel discriminated. This was illustrated by a truly hilarious email from one of the people of a group. The words "adolescent" and "moaning" were used towards the "dear WJNH".
All public.
All bitchy.
Fabulous.
Of course WJNH described this attack as "slander" and "untrue". They asked us all not to contact these deviant groups directly, but only through them. They also gave us a "warm hug". Hilarious.
Yesterday they phoned Melissa (Mrs Wildebeest & leader of our GLB group) to ask her to definitely be present at the next meeting. A "crucial" one, regarding all the "troubles" in our region.
*Snort*. It's going to be so much fun!
This is why I became a lesbian. I love this over the top drama queen ability to turn moleheaps into mountains and create huge scenes. I think it'll be a catfight next!!
Keeping you posted...
