tomorrow
is D-day for Les Mysteres.
Will my skirt still fit? Will it tear during the drop down drama moment? Will I forget my moves? Will I fall over? Will I ever get upright in those boots?
Will we end last? Will there be beauty pageant scenes backstage: shoes being stolen, make up sabotaged? Will we even survive?
This is Piglet talking.
My alter ego Le Vent de Lowe would just say: "it'll go splendidly, because we are the best. No doubt about that. Start fearing for your lives competetors!"
So I'm gonna stick with that.
We're the best.

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Aspe

"werk aan de winkel?" vroeg Carine met een nieuwsgierige glimlach.
Hoewel de menopauze nog veraf was, kon ze even snel van stemming veranderen als een kameleon van kleur.

Ok... dit hangt me dus behoorlijk de keel uit. Is dat echt de enige manier waarop Aspe vrouwen kan beschrijven? Als wezens die moeten bekeken worden op basis van hun hormonen? Kan je ze misschien ook es zien als "mensen", alstublieft dankuwel!

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There's been some speculation...

Reliable sources tell us that Declan Donnely has finally split up with his girlfriend.
Yes, readers, girlfriend, you read that right. The little queen (declan) in the right of the photo had a girlfriend. The bigger queen (anthony) in the left still does. Allegedly.
This is reason for slashers everywhere to celebrate. Could our dream come true? Is it, like the Pet Shop Boys sung ten years ago that "she's made him some kind of laughing stock
because he dances to disco and doesn't like rock
She made fun of him and even in bed
said she was gonna go and get herself a real man instead
I'll bet he's more than man enough for Ant though!
Come on, Declan, now's your chance. Be gone with the ladies. Embrace your inner man! Embrace your best mate! we want it, we want it, we know you really want it..

slightly adjusted lyrics from the Pet Shop Boys "Some Speculation", "Can You Forgive Her" and "We All Feel Better In The Dark". I have to celebrate getting the dvd don't I...

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fuck democracy!

You give the people the power and what do they do with it? Fuck all! No, worse than that, they use the power to fuck their country up good and proper.
Bloody hell, what are the people in Northern Ireland thinking?? Let's blow up the peace agreement and vote this idiot in power.. I mean.. Look at the photo. Would you trust this man with your car? NO! Then why would you vote for him in an election to make him president reverend (yep, he's that bad he's even in the church) Paisley.
As if the name isn't bad enough... the things he stands for are even worse. Take Northern Ireland back to the merry days of discrimination. Orangemen on every street corner every fucking day of the week. Down with Catholics and get those bombs overhere so we can carry on having our fun.
Oh but the Catholics don't get off free either. They go and vote en masse for Sinn Fein. The political arm of the IRA. Bombs and kneecapping and stuff.
So that's what you get for democracy.
Well done people of Northern Ireland for fucking up your country once again.

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I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.

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motivational posters

Everyone knows them. The kind with sayings such as "a good dose of self confidence helps" and crap like that.
Spikey turned my attention to this site with their own -more realistic- take on them:



Or what to think of the great "It's lonely at the top. but it's comforting to look down upon everyone at the bottom (elitism)".

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aanrader

een prachtig verhaal vind je hier

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the Queen's Speech

The British equivalent for the state of the union seems to be the Queen's speech (do correct me if I'm wrong my dear islanddwellers ;-) ). At first I was outraged, "why does she get the right to say what's going to happen in the country. I thought she wasn't meant to have any political importance!" And blablabla, Piglet had her whole rant written out in her head.
Apparently she just reads out what the government plan to do the next year.
How disappointing, when I was just ready to rant. Must be confusing for the woman, how does she remember what her opinion is if what she has to say changes every time.
Apparently the Labour Government is planning a "civil partnership" for same sex couples. A partnership. Not a marriage. No, not just the institute, but even the word "marriage" has to be protected and kept solely for those heterosexual, normal, couples.
Very sad.
I know it's a step in the right direction, but I still think it's a pity.
Consolation? Belgium started out with something like that too, and now we've opened marriage for same sex couples as well. Next step: adoption.

Apart from that, this bill seemed pretty outrageous:"Asylum Seekers who refuse to leave Britain on a free flight will have their benefits taken away and their children taken into care" .
Very humane.

PS: i'm not sure dark purple is really the Queen's colour... tsk tsk tsk

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hedonism
My girlfriend is nothing more now than a mop of dark hair and a shape under the duvet. She may boast about getting up early whilst I'm still sleeping, but like any good baby she needs her afternoon nap if she does so.
It's too endearing for words.
I should write application letters for jobs but I'm not in the mood at all. It seems like such a huge task, when really it's not that time consuming. It's hope-consuming though.
Ah well.
I've decided I want the pet shop boys PopArt dvd...

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Disorder

I have a disorder.
I'm interested in politics.
Because of that interest I'm also a bit of a fan of NBC's the West Wing.

So when I heard on the news that Philippe Dewinter (frontman of the extreme right Vlaams Blok, Flemish Block) was pissed off because of the series, I couldn't believe my luck! Him being pissed off is brilliant. Him being pissed off because of something I like, is even better.
The Flemish block was mentioned in an episode of the West Wing as "a group of Neonazis in the North of Belgium who were gaining votes." Martin Sheen ("the President") also mentioned their habit of wearing three-piece suits and sugarcoating their message.

"We're mentioned" you cry out in your happiness and glee! You see, for us Belgians, the merest mention is cause for mass jubilation... even if someone only mentions "Belgian waffles" we're likely to rewind that piece on our videotape till we've made sure it's actually there. Someone said the word "Belgium"...
And for once the Americans also have their facts straight! Their description is very accurate. Your jubilation reaches the point where you might look for fireworks...
But Philippe says they're wrong.
Philippe says it's not fair that his democratic -excuse me while I puke- organisation is portrayed in such a fashion and has written a letter to the American embassey in protest. He's also planning to make sure the episode isn't shown in Belgium.
In other words: censorship.
Very democratic that.

You can make up your own mind. This weblogger put up some links to the videofragments.

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wijze raad van Poeh en zijn vrienden...

Als je probeert de weg naar huis te vinden en steeds weer bij dezelfde zandkuil uitkomt, kan het heel goed zijn dat de zandkuil je achtervolgt.

Er zijn buiten katten aan het vrijen.
Mijn kat ligt lekker vredig in de zetel.
Volgens mij is ze lesbisch.

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Merlina!

Neenee, niet de serie.
Wel een gloednieuw vlaams blog.
Als het design u een beetje bekend voorkomt, tja, wat kunnen we zeggen... Onze kennis van html is niet helemaal dat. Een ietwat truttige layout voor een vlaamsche jongedame. Dat moet kunnen.

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pet shop boys theory, ca 1991

Neil is asked about politics and soon winds round to his motor car theory: "to me the main thing that is wrong in the world is people driving cars. We had a war because we were driving cars."
"Neil can't drive," Chris chips in.
"I think it's the fundamental evil" explains Neil
"you're the only person who thinks that" says Chris.
"yes", Neil agrees, "but I think I'm right."
Pet Shop Boys vs America, p12

The new album PopArt, a PSB Greatest Hits, is out today.
I haven't got it yet.
Does that make me a bad fan?
(no comments like "you've just developed some good taste" please, thank you. I know you cretins!)

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a party

We saw Mikey do her delusional shake.
Fritzy and his spycamera going for the vibrator-boogie. His presence meaning the whole of the new fortunetelling group was there.
Gertie and the rubber jerky wussydance.
Talking DJ Steven "yeah, it's party time Poperinge!" who unfortunately discovered he had a microphone around 1.30am.
The smoke machine from hell, destined to kill any asthmatic within 1 kilometre of the youth house.
But no pepper spray.

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disappointment

Yesterday night, the four of us (Les Mystères) in the car.
Radio: "3 am, the news, Pope John Paul II..."
"... is worried about the state of the Belgian church"

We were so sure he'd be dead.
Talk about disappointment.

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pepperspray?

In my hometown Izegem, pepperspray ??
Are they sure it wasn't just someone who took his pepper-mill to the party?
and 1000 people still there?
They sure it's the Izegem where I live...
Damn!

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Wish I were transparent
You could see right through me
Everything apparent
What I really am

Don’t have much to hide
What I have I’ll show you
When you see inside
you’ll know my love is true
N Tennant/C Lowe

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Did you know

- that Movies are very uninteresting for pigeons?
And not just because they hardly get a leading role in them, but mainly because -whilst the human eye needs 25 frames a second - pigeons need 125 frames a second to perceive movement.
Thank you Stephen Fry and QI researchers.
- Oh. And Jesus took our place apparently.
Thank you Jesus.
- And Belgium doesn't exist (thanks to Agingyoungrebel for pointing that out to me). It's all a big conspiracy to make you believe it does. But it doesn't. Ha!
- the Smurfs were communists...
- that Uren, dagen, nichten 9 is online for your reading pleasure?
There.
You've learnt something new today.

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bombs, the future

Did they have to pick Istanbul? What about Eurovision now?!
I'm sorry, Cynical!Piglet demanded an outlet for all the horror in the world.
A future vision on these bombings...
- Tony feels he has to invade another country, although... who cares about Turkey... ah no, an English consul died, alright let's get back to war!
- He tells George about his plan
- George is very eager to join in. He suggests a country without a desert, his troops are rather sick of those.
- They look for countries with oil, organised crime and terrorist organisations.
- They exclude their own countries from the shortlist
- they feel they've got enough oil already and might like some chocolate instead... they concentrate on countries with Turkish immigrants.
- President Bush and Lackey Tony Blair inform the world that Belgium must give up its weapons of (self?)destruction or will face "precision bombings".

And in the midst of all that DJ Mel I Sa has stolen my scarf and my gameboy! The nerve!

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UREN, DAGEN, NICHTEN (4)

Les Mysteres zingen onversaagd een strofe van het holebi-aids-songfestival-watnogallemaal-lied om hun collega terug op het rechte pad te brengen: "met heel veel kleur zonder één woord, een stilzwijgend rainbow-akkoord". Piglet ontwaakt uit de "ik heb eindelijk werk gevonden"-roes en herinnert zich dat brede borstkassen haar niets zeggen en dat ze eigenlijk een relatie heeft met DJ Mel I Sa. Deze is echter bijzonder gekwetst en wordt getroost door Lynnie.
Dimi-tjuppe-en-zijn-borstkas worden aangesproken door Le Feux de Perrie die hem verzekert dat niet Piglet maar wel hij de ster is van les Mysteres. Bodyguard Alcor staat er dreigend bij. Dimi's hartje slaat over van verliefdheid.

In Neverland wordt Cecil aangehouden door de politie wegens bestialiteiten. De kinderen van Michael waren eigenlijk vermomde aapjes. Hij gilt dat Bartje hem moet komen redden, maar die laatste heeft het druk met Kip en Bart Vandamme. Ze zijn op de verkeerde FOD terechtgekomen. Vandamme is kwaad op kip wegens haar relatie met broeno en overweegt zijn heil te zoeken in de mannenliefde. Kip trekt er zich niets van aan en besluit haar studies te laten vallen ten voordele van een carrière als kuisvrouw op de FOD.

Ondertussen houden Atari en Hulla zich nog steeds schuil onder het bed in Neverland. Ze spelen er met de playstation (het is een hoog bed) en nemen zich voor over dit avontuur te bloggen. De deur van de slaapkamer wordt opengezwaaid. De heren Atari en Hulla schrikken en botsen hun hoofd tegen de lattenbodem van het bed. Ze zijn bewusteloos...

Deze soap is niet bloggebonden en kan en mag zich dus elders voortzetten. UREN DAGEN NICHTEN is een initiatief van Bart Vandamme, alwaar u het eerste deel kan lezen. Het tweede deel is te vinden bij Baloo, het derde bij dimi

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Tu esi, tu esi vasarâ!


Vçjð, kas jûras vçjð,
Mums smiltîs pçdas dzçð,
Vçjð, kas viïòus plçð,
Mûs aiznes vasarâ.

Who remembers this?
Oh go on, who knows it?
It's on repeat here!
I've listened to it more than to Kylie's new album.
It's the latvian entry to the Junior Eurovision Contest of course!
Didn't see it? Didn't see the presumably russian gymnast leftover costumes from the seventies that they (Latvia) were wearing?
You mean to tell me you missed the bad jokes the "funny" presenters tried to pull off? The brat-act X!nk perfected? The Croat winning the event with an Elton John - jacket + song?
Well... you've missed one of the main events of the year then...
Granted, I didn't think I'd like it much either, where's the room for camp in a kiddie's festival after all? But it's still Eurovision, it's still the inexplicable lyrics you "translate" among yourselves (fili gia panta by Nicolas Ganopoulos (yep, Greece) became "I want a panda") and then sing along too. It's still the costumes and the points and the... -hang on I need to breathe before I forget in all my excitement-... It's brilliant. And now I've become a huge fan of a very bad song.
At least that's everyone tells me it's bad, but I find it very addictive.
Viva Dzintar!

PS: translation for those whose Latvian isn't all that: "Wind, O wind of the sea
Set our sandy footprints free, Wind that tears the waves alee, Sweep us into summertime"
PS2: Le Feux de Perrie's favourite (FYR Macedonia) ended up at the bottom of the list. It was a good song, but there's a consistency in the fate that awaits Le Feux' favourite entries... they're doomed!

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is it just me?

When you're sleeping over somewhere, like at the girl- or boyfriend's, or at a good friend's... and you wash yourself in the morning. Does the water feel different?
It does to me...

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do you remember...
walking in stilettos in the snow?
No that's not it.
Do you remember this:
The old Gameboys? I stopped playing with this when I was about 14, but my dad is still a fan. Occasionally he'll start playing Tetris with the volume up (why?) and annoy my mother at breakfast.
Le Feux de Perrie bought himself a Gamecube, Melissa and he were glued to the TV screen all Sunday (nearly forgot to go the Eurovision rehearsal, that's how serious it is!) playing some kind of Mario Racing game. I was -of course- very snub and superior about it "oh no, I don't play this kind of thing", trying to hide the fact that I didn't want to be laughed at if I were to have a go. Their addiction caused me to get out my old Gameboy, dust it off and replay mario land 2... It's scary how my fingers still knew what to do when, how everything looked so familiar and how I remembered the little tricks and secret passageways. Unfortunately now my right hand is slightly cramped... those things weigh a bloody ton!

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homework

I've got homework! I've got Melissa's psychology homework to make! I'm so happy, finally something useful to do with my days.
Apart from that, Le Feux de Perrie's boyfriend got me ill. I'm reintroduced to the wonders of Vicks Blue and the cottonwool feeling in my head. Thanks for that, Alcor.
Kylie has a new song called Chocolate on her new album. I found this out through... erm... illegal ways. I don't like the song particularly much, but then it's still Kylie.

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eurovision

Yesterday, the fabulous Ms Melissa remembered where we knew a fellow candidate from the GLB eurovision festival from...
Remember about a year ago, the special gay episode of Blind Date (I'm sure Baloo does), one of the "preys" was this strange poof that kept talking lyrically (along the lines of "when people meet, their hearts are muscles, but mine.. mine would be a pump"), burst out in song and starting knitting a scarf for the "hunter"? Eventually he even got to go on the trip, as second choice. Unfortunately I did miss the return-show... Anyway... He's the infamous French participant.
And he's as mad as a hatter. He wrote the words to the new "aids song" (an abuse of Liliane St Pierre's Soldiers of Love) and keeps singing along (instead of lipsynching) to his french chanson.
It's scary.
But as a tribute to him... Part of the lyrics of the "aids eurovision gay type" song:
verdraagzaamheid, regenboogvlag
tevredenheid, kleurt ieders dag
verdraagzaamheid, holebi-pro
geen onderscheid met een hetero
Subtle eh. Learn this by heart by tomorrow, there'll be a test!

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good morning!

this post is mainly just to boast about the fact that I'm up at 9am.
This must be the first "am" update in ages. Well, if you don't count the occasional 1 or 2am entries.

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subito

My parents just called me downstairs, with urgency in their voices. My dad was white as a sheet, holding a scratchcard. Could I have a look? It looked as though we might have won € 25.000.
We hadn't. My parents had already thought something looked a bit off about the card. It was 25.000 twice and once 25.00.
Bastards.
I still can't get my heart rate under control.

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Ms Minogue
It's like Vlied said, a few days ago, what is going on with Kylie's new look? She releases another one of her sultry sexy songs and you imagine her slithering around a pole in nothing but a few feathers... not that I'm a disgusting sexual obsessive pervert... but anyway... And then you see this look. And it's... What is it? I'm no fashion expert, but is it seventies? Jackie Kennedy? I do know what it isn't. It's not kylie. It's not sexy. It's a let-down. Kylie, babe, you were the only reason I endured two hours of bad puns, autocue-read-out jokes and Aguilera-clothesswaps and then I get ... Dressed Kylie where I was expecting Semi-Naked Kylie.
Damn.

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Wet en Waan

Ik ben niet zo'n uitgaander. Blijf nogal graag thuis, met mijn vriendinnetje in mijn armen of desnoods -bij gebrek aan beter- een teddybeer. De vrijdag is er bijvoorbeeld niet alleen Absolutely Fabulous op de buis, maar ook Wet en Waan. Een serie op Nederland 1, over een flikker-procureur die samenwoont met een flikker-psychiater, maar ook nog twee dochters en een ex-vrouw heeft. Het is niet zomaar slash-voer, maar ook nog eens goed gemaakt en interessant.
Denk ik. Vind ik.
Misschien een aanrader voor iedereen met een kater van de harde werkweek (of de harde werkzoek-week)?

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The scandal of Harry Potter!

The trailer of the new Harry Potter film: Prisoner of Azkaban is online and I must admit I find it excellent. Especially the inclusion of some Shakespeare makes a big impact.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble--
Something wicked this way comes

And indeed it does...
In the shape of Remus Lupin's moustache!
Now all avid Potter readers and slashers know one thing: Lupin does not have a moustache. He is simply not that kind of queen. He's the tortured, sad, artistic and sensitive soul .... not an 80s reject or a leatherboy! Indeed, the only queens that do have moustaches are those lone Freddie Mercury or Frankie goes to Hollywood fans and those few individuals that have no taste whatsoever (very uncommon for poofs). Queens with Tashes wear either white t-shirts and stonewashed blue jeans, or all leather. Lupin is the "I've cut a hole in my old curtains and now I have a new robe!"-poof.
It 's an absolute disgrace.

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"Lying is as much part of us as wearing clothes.
Indeed, Man's first act in Eden was to give names to everything on earth, our first act of possession and falsehood was to take away a stone's right to be a stone by imprisoning it with the name "stone". There are in reality, as Fenellosa says, no nouns in the Universe. Man's next great act was to cover himself up. We have been doing so ever since. We feel that our true identities shame us. Lying is a deep part of us. To take it away is to make us something less than, not more than, human."
Stephen Fry, the Liar, p306.

Amazing how Fry can give psychoanalysis a "normal" touch. No object a, no signifier and significant, but it comes down to exactly the same thing. It should be made compulsary reading. Is there anything the man does not know?
Just to say I've finished the book.
I didn't get the job from yesterday. I was "too insecure". Ouch.
The interview today was part of a three-round-interview-agony. We'll see.

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confessions of a job interview

How to get lost, is part one of your wonderful new adventure. You pass a nice looking girl that watches you intensely and think "damn I must look good today". A few minutes after you, she also enters the hospital. "I had a feeling you'd be another applicant" she says and you curse her for being so nice, fit for the job and for not admiring you for your sheer beauty but because you looked dressed up and nervous. Reality can be cruel.
-First interview is with a neuropsychiatrist (ooh er) with greasy hair and dandruff. Turns out he's from the same city as you are. But apart from reading your CV and pointing out the "city in common" nothing much is spoken.
-The next (neuro)psychiatrist has glasses that would make even Tom Lanoye blush, he also reads your CV, remarks on the psychiatrist you did your internship with (Mister S) and asks if you have a clear picture of your own symptoms. He assures you he asks every applicant since we're "at the frontlines of Ypres here". You gulp and nod enthousiastically. So much for convo two.
-Psychologist-Boss tells you all about the possible job. Again, you make sure to nod and look enthousiastic, you try to send out an air of expertise and competence. He asks about your experience. The talk doesn't last long. You see that where he wrote a full page abput another applicant, your story only needs four lines.
-After waiting half an hour you're allowed in with the two bosses of the bosses. They ask you lots of stuff about your motivation, your therapeutic major and your insecurity. You feel dissected. They're bloody good.
Two and a half hours after entering the hospital, you come out again. Four interviews for one pregnancy replacement. No one can say they're not thorough.
The phone rings later that afternoon, could you go to an interview in Ostend tomorrow. Well of course you could. You have no experience in what the job is about (neurospychology, heartrevalidation) but will study... And you thought this would be a slow week...

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children...

Behold exhibit A: Scott Evil.
The nice version of Evil. Evil-light, as Doctor Evil would call it.
Exhibit B: What is worse is 2-year-olds who are taken to a handball match by their handball playing mothers. They are then dumped in the stands in the hands of an unsuspecting supporter who'd like to watch the match but sees the chance of that evaporating as the little one starts squaling and running around. Now everything is fine, mother hen feelings even come to the surface, until the little tike gets bored or won't give back the ring it was playing with. And starts screaming its little lungs out. Loudly. Very very loudly. Causing the poor unsuspecting supporter to take the toddler under her left arm, navigate through the stands in search of some soundproof room where she can give the monster a time-out. Alas. No such room in sight.
Exhibit C is the mass of spitting, burping, pushing and pulling, talking about the amount of chips they can eat - pseudo prepubescent imbeciles that were waiting for a bus with me this morning. Has spitting on the ground become a national sport while I was asleep? Is it "the new thing" to do? Must they discuss the gallons of "cocktail sauce" they like to gobble up with their chips at a noise of at least 90.000 decibels?
Undoubtedly I'm cranky because I had I've had to leave my warm bed and girlfriend to try and convince five people to give me a job this morning. But crankiness is allowed. In fact, even these cynical, ironic, cranky pieces about children should be allowed. We were all monsters like these once. Screaming, snotblowing, drooling, egocentrical little monsters. And look how well we turned out.

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Handig advies

Hoe herken je de travestieten? "They’re the ones with the perfect tits and perfect legs." De travestiet incarneert het supervrouwelijke, of beter, het supervrouwelijke vanuit het standpunt van de mannelijke fantasie.
… De mannelijke travestiet die een vrouw incarneert, doet dit vanuit zijn mannelijke fantasie over hoe een ideale vrouw eruit ziet, ideaal dus voor een andere man. Daarbij ligt het accent op het zogenaamde “hyperfeminiene”, lees: het lichamelijke.
Paul Verhaeghe, Liefde in tijden van eenzaamheid, p18
Opgelet dus heren, voor vrouwen die er té perfect uitzien.

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the adventures of Ms Wildebeest

In our next adventure we learn why
- Piglet took a child under the arm and dragged it out of a sports hall
- Piglet laughed at a goat
- Piglet has a backache
- DJ Mel I Sa scowled at an elderly homosexual
- Le Feux de Perrie woke up with a long hair in his mouth this morning.
Unfortunately right now my grandad is in hospital -again- and casa Piglet is a bundle of nerves. Seems like this might be the end... And I don't really know what to think or what to do.
So update will follow later, once I've let this news sink in.

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statistics

Panic moments: none
Engine shut down: 563
forward parking: 3
attempts necessary: 39
backwards parking: none
people behind me honking: 1
outbursts of road rage: 5... ("oi! I've got right of way here you bastard!" (twice), "oh, indicators gone out of fashion have they", "how dare you honk! I'm driving with an L!" and "don't you dare cross the road here cycleboy!") or in Izzehems: "Ey! Kè ier wel vworrang eh, zak!" (twjè kjè), "he moe ni flèchen wè", "he moe nie tutn, krie mè'n elle! klwotzak vint" en "woag et nie van over te steekn é mè junne velo"
Bodycount: zero. Though my arms demand power steering...

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one in a million

I've got a mosquito bite!!!
A real life itching bumpy mosquito bite!
Has someone started a genetic experiment in my room that allows mosquitos to live on through autumn? What is going on?

In another note, I've got to play chauffeur for my mother this afternoon.
I'm scared shitless.
I had a dream that the brakes didn't work and that I had no control over the car whatsoever. aaaargh!

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Piglet is tired

My phone just won't ring people... it won't! -tears out hair-
Do you think something is wrong with it? It's broken perhaps, or the battery is acting up, or I should have bought a Sony or perhaps I should recharge it or ... perhaps no one is interested in offering me a job and that's why it's not ringing.
-sigh-
It's one of those days again. One of the "piglet will never get a job and will therefor whine and moan"-days. I do apologise. I'm just so fucking tired of sitting here. Of doing nothing, of not having any money, of the pitying stares people send at me. The Girlfriend (so sorry,Vlied, for stealing your words) once said (after a developmental psychology class) that unemployment is such a big crisis especially for "young adults" because they want to go out there and prove themselves, get ahead, become independent. I'm glad to see science is agreeing with me.
Perhaps I should look for employment in McDonald's.
"Would you like sauce with that?"

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how's your hebrew?

I seem to be linked on this site and I haven't a clue what's on it.
My ego can only handle so much.

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the horror

I'm all out of Leo Go's and cracottes...

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atari lookalike?

In my dutyfull girlfriendness I'd taped the finals of some international handball tourniament on ARD over the weekend and yesterday The Girlfriend and I watched Germany v Spain. About 15 minutes into the game we'd nicknamed about every player there. There's the "one with the fat ass", "alternoboy" and also... "atari". Named that way for his haircut, 1m90 and not-a-drop-of-fat-on-his-body...
Apart from that I've rediscovered my love for German.... What to think of the translation of penalty as "Siebenmeterwurf"? And of "2 minutes" that becomes the fabulous "Zwei Minuten Zeitstraffe". mmmm....

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sinterklaas kapoentje


I was leafing through some Sinterklaas brochures today (the belgian Father Christmas equivalent comes on Dec 6th from Spain, with his helpers) -as you do when you have nothing better to do- and I'm truly shocked at the load of crap kids play with!
Did we have toy "washing machines" when we were little? And if we did, can someone please explain to me where the fun in that lies!? Damn... I just remembered I used to have a toy ironing board. Must have traumatised me to no end!
Another thing that shocked me was the indoctrination from big companies. Apparently you can play with MacDonald toy fries and till (to prepare yourself for your later job) and you can even buy toy coca cola, pepsi and 7up crates (for only €3.89)... madness!

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trash tv


From time to time Piglet here becomes a fan of trash tv. I've been known to watch Jerry Springer or even the odd Blind Date and now there's... The Bachelor (belgian edition).
Is it the unemployment, the boredom or a slight touch of fever? I don't know, but I laughed my ass off at tonight's episode.
The girl in the photo (Lesley, a name that bodes evil) ruined another girl's attempt at seduction (a chocolate mousse) by pouring salt in it. She then tried to make up for that by writing the "sexy bachelor" (a man whose tongue is too big for his mouth) a letter in which she claims the other girl only wants him for his money.
Both girls got chosen tonight.
Guess that means I'll be watching next week as well.

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ouch

I was gnawing at my pinkie too enthousiastically according to the little trickle of blood that has found its way from the bits of leftover nail.
It's time for some resolutions methinks.
- Over the past week I've kinda let myself slide in the jobsearch department. Sure, I've visited the VDAB site as enthousiastically as ever, but I've not written any actual letters begging people to hire me. That's changing again as of now.
- I vouch to find a way to listen to the new Pet Shop Boys b-side without waiting for a 123-hour upload on kazaa (as is the case now).
- I'm gritting my teeth and will try to drive again. I've not been at the wheel of a car since last week's disaster and I've completely lost my nerve...
- I shall find a way to convince myself of my fabulousness and selfworth.

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the seven people with a vertical challenge

During a conversation the other day it turned out that "Snowwhite and the Seven Dwarfs" is the first cartoon my father, I and le Feux de Perrie saw in the cinema.


Could this be extrapolated (oooh, big words) to the whole population? Is it possible that Snowwhite is the first cartoon all of us saw in the cinema? And if so, who or what is responsible for that. And was there some kind of brainwashing going on during the film that might explain current world phenomena?

On another note, is truly no-one going to comment on the slut picture in "off to eurovision"?

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