Kiev 2005 - part 4

A stomache bug kept me away from the pc yesterday, but today I'm back, drugged up to my eyeballs and motivated to give you the best of my "expertise" (ahem) on the Magic that is Eurovision (with a Capital for Magic, indeed). We'll be talking about why wolves die alone, what's going on in the mirada interior and why. I'm sure I'll make you day and give you some cool vibes.
And this must have been the lamest intro ever written!
On with the show!

- Finland: Geir Rønning - Why
Wahey! Jari Silanpää will be giving the results of the Finnish votes this year. Let's hope he's wearing his cockring again this year. But Mr Rönning will probably do a tad better than good old Jari. It's another ballad (we haven't had one of those in a while, have we), but I, for one, like it. The Girlfriend is not convinced, asking "what the hell is that" from behind her laptop. It's Finland sweetie, Finland. It will need some mood-lighting to set the right atmosphere but it can't do any worse than say...the million other ballads this year.

- F.Y.R. Macedonia: Martin Vucic - Make my day

First of all, why does Macedonia still call itself the "Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia". It seems like showing off to me. Unless they just do it to have people stumble over their words when having to say the name. Martin is the grandson of a famous bagpipe player. Well woohoo. Perhaps it should be the "Former Scottish Republic" then? Apart from the cute boy (on photo at least) there's not much to this song. And talk about lying when he says "I’m not the man to be/Your cuddly toy/I’m the boy/Who will break up with you/To be free". Lookatthecuty! Didn't your mummy ever tell you not to lie. Naughty boy!

- Andorra: Marian - La Mirada Interior"
It's big-boobed blondes time again in Andorra. And I'm sorry straight gents (who am I kidding?), no photo of her. You'll have to visit the official site for that. Marian (Van der Wal) is (visibly) Dutch (Glennis the second), but apparently sings in Spanish without a Dutch accent. Let's hope so. I like this song. It's ethnic-y, Spanish-y, threatening-y and a lot of other things. I hope they made the music a bit stronger than it is on the version I have, that would make the song even better.

- Switzerland: Vanilla Ninja - Cool vibes
Le Feux de Perrie can write books on "Vanilla Ninja" having been a massive fan of their Kungfu Club a while back (one year? two years?), which stranded in some national final. All four of them Estonian, they're one of those groups who enter every national final in Europe and don't really care which country they represent (an idea for Alcazar me thinks), as long as they can take part in Eurovision. Bless them. Sounds like a career choice for me as well, doesn't it. Their English is fabulous, you think they're singing about the first Gulf War ("Kuwait, why don't you kill me") then it turns out they're actually saying "cool vibes, why don't you kill me". Ah well. You can't have it all. Trashy, dressed in leather and simple, I'm obviously a fan.

- Croatia: Boris feat. Lado members - Wolves die alone

Aaaaaaack! My favourite country of past years sends an ugly man to Eurovision! What will they do about their traditional striptease now. Please, please don't do it!
And he doesn't even sing in sexy Croatian! For that alone you must be severely punished, you prick!
Apparently Boris is one of the best Croatian pop composers. Whatever that may mean, composers should write songs and then have people with some charisma sing them. Can we agree to that? The choir (Lado?) tries to save this song, but to no avail.
Piglet is severely, severely disappointed in her sweet Croatia!

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Kiev 2005 -part 3

"Is the end still not in sight, Piglet" I can hear you moan. Well, my lovelies, the total so far (after this post) is 15 countries. There are 39 countries in total. You do the math! Don't blame me, blame the massive popularity of the thing that is Eurovision.
But let's get on with the show, and who better to start with than...

- Belgium : Nuno Resende - Le grand soir
Welcome back to tonight's most annoying ballad/wannabe-powerballad show. I'm Belgian, I'm allowed to be cruel about this. There are just no words. I've heard he's planning on wearing a suede carpet-patterned suit (this is becoming a theme), he's microscopically clipping his beard and he's going to have a sex change live on stage.
Ok, I made those last two things up (well... the beard... it could be). I have to invent stuff to make up for how boring this entry is. It's shameful. But! But! Since I liked last year's Xandee... rather loved it in fact... and horrible "things" like "Du Bist" (Austria) got higher than her, evil manufactured creatures like Sakis Rouvas even became third... well, in that view you could say that this song stands a great chance. The songs I like hardly ever do well, so that might be good news.
No?
Ah hell, he's Portuguese and singing in French, that should give us some votes (two).

- Estonia: Suntribe - Let's get loud
And this song should shake you awake again! It's the Estonian Spice Girls, singing Estonenglish and I love them. It's a catchy song (took two hours to write), they look about 16 and I foresee a funny dance routine (unless they fuck up by bringing instruments on stage. Yuck. Imagine that). The Girlfriend's not a fan, but she'll just have to learn to love it. I'll be playing it often enough.

- Norway: Wig Wam - In my dreams
COME ON COME ON COME ON! LOVE IS ALL OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVER ME (over me)! It's on to this year's winner (unless I just doomed them) because this song is fan-bloody-tastic. Over the top 80s "rock" (think "The Darkness" and "Europe") with silver spandex trousers and top hats! Could this be any better? Well, they throw in some black lipstick as well. I rest my case.

- Romania: Lumini?a and Sistem - Let me try
Romania didn't send us a blonde bimbo this year but a sexy, sultry brunette with a load of men. It's erm... well. I don't know what it is. It's a ballad, then it's a cheap dance song and in between all this there's a panflute doing god knows what. (A panflute, yes) This is one of the "bad" songs that make Eurovision so very Eurovision. It should be good for much singing along and panflute-miming in my household, but that's about it.

- Hungary: Nox - Forogj Világ

"Spin, world!- sweep me into the light,
Or I shall not live tomorrow!
Your wild night kills me -,
although it waits for me with a kiss..."
is what we'll be hearing (only in Hungarian, one would presume). A very Riverdance song (with a Riverdance-routine I heard) which should do well with the folkies. Since I'm a bit of a folkie, you won't hear me saying a bad word about it. Unless they decide to guest-star that idiot Michael Flatley, then all bets are (quite understandably) off. Hajnananana indeed!

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School uniform

Apparently my "office" is near a very prestigious school. Every morning and evening I pass by loads of teenagers dressed in uniform. Now I know this has an effect on some people, but never on me. However, the sight of these girls in their (rather stylish) blue skirts, white blouses and blue sweaters, with tanned, bare legs, well, it's enough to turn me -temporarily- into a perverted old woman.

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Kiev, part 2

Poofs and ... well, Wout, apparently... prepare for countries 6 to 10 in the semi-finals.

- Monaco: Lise Darly - Tout de moi
Hang on, this is "prenez soin de notre planète" again! Or not. You know, I really can't tell. On second thought I think this song is even more boring, sung by a less-good looking girl. I'm not sure if she'll sing it in English (with a heavy French accent) or in French (as the version I'm listening to now). In any way, I guess it can compete with our very own Belgian song for "most boring moment of the contest". Which is nice as well.

- Israel: Shiri Maimon - Hasheket shenishar
Unfortunately no castrate this time (boy did I love that guy when he shouted "everybody" in a deep voice, scaring me to death) but a blond lady. And not a single mention of "ava"! Never has a contest been as good for anyone's Hebrew as Eurovision... But I digress. The Blond Lady and her powerballad. Well, I'm a sucker for Hebrew so it's no surprise that I rather enjoyed this. Man, that language is sexy.

On another note, when the official website writes "the microphone was her first toy" as a quote about her, I can't help but think perverse thoughts. Is that just me or are you with me on that one?

- Belarus: Angelica Agurbash - Love me tonight
Ah, a member of the "axis of evil" if you listen to Condoleezza (yes, she and I are on a first-name basis). Another powerballad, (that's after the boring ballad and the Israeli powerballad), but this time with a dark edgy feel. Yes, dark and edgy on Eurovision. Perhaps it's only "dark and edgy" to Eurovision standards though. Sounds like something you should listen to in the car while it's raining. No idea how it will hold up on a sparkly well-lit stage ("well lit", providing the Ukrainian electricity doesn't cave in that night of course...). Also note the fabulous Belarenglish.
EDIT: Well, apparently I spoke too soon. Turns out the poor reactions to the song I reviewed above (which was called Boys and Girls - but who can tell in Belarenglish)(seems they have no trust in a power failure then?!) made the Belaruski choose a pretty average disco song for the same singer. Erm... well. Yes. Deen without the prominent beat, the toplessness (one hopes) and flaming queen. Tsk. Where's the point then?

- The Netherlands: Glennis Grace - My impossible de-ream dream

It's powerballad three two, the fifth fourth ballad in a row (after Latvia's world changing song, Monaco's boring one, the sexy hebrew and "dark" belarenglish one) for the semi-finals (a long smoking-break perhaps?) and... it has its effect. During the National Finals I quite liked this song (though obviously Chastity was my favourite. Obviously) but after listening to it in the semi-finals order... well, it seems to have lost everything. It's just dull. Perhaps it's because I miss the wild hair, the golden dress or Miss Glennis herself, I don't know. Do pay attention to her "gangsta" English when she goes "De-ream" and "the-rown" instead of "dream" and "thrown". Got to love it.
(EDIT: I guess I might have to re-examin my opinion with the "new" Belarus entry, but I'm too tired to bother. I guess I'll still find it dull. And just for all the trouble Belarus has caused me, I say they should get booted out in the semi-finals. Bloody bastards. Changing their minds about a song!)

- Iceland: Selma - If I had your love
And finally we're rid of the ballads (for now anyway)! Selma is back (Selma from 1999's second place, you cretins (yes, I had to look it up, my Eurovision obsession was only just starting then)) and she's brilliant. Or she will be if the act is good. Sure, the song's simple, repetitive, but this is Eurovision, people. This could go all "Xandee" or all "Diva", I honestly don't know. Oooh, the excitement of it all!

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Pink sweaters

After our gay "coordinating person" wore a light pink sweater to work last week (which I rather liked), the discussion on "pink" erupted at last. The psychologist (the real one) said that she wouldn't dress her son (5) in pink and that the one time she tried something fuchsia on him as a baby, her husband protested rather heavily. She'd never thought about why it was ok for a girl to dress like a boy, but not vice versa. How negligent of her. Glad I put that right.
So when I said my mother used to dress me like a boy when I was a baby, and how that had obviously had its effects on me now I got a few (two) blank looks.
A little later she told me the penny had dropped.
My male colleague had enlightened her that I was living with "a girlfriend".
Aaah yes.
I could be pissed.
But it means I don't have to tell them myself.
I'm guessing that by Thursday all three offices of the company know.
Damn.
Guess I won't have to wear my "Gaytime TV" t-shirt to the personnel meeting after all...

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Kiev 2005


Eurovision 2005 

Ladies, poofs and... well, bart vandamme, it's EUROVISION time again. Since I'm employed this year, I figured I'd need some more time to do my annual review (and since this bloody contest just keeps expanding and expanding... christ. It'll be 59 countries next!), so here I am. You are no longer safe. Run. And hide. (and do check this blog occasionally for the lone "other" posts that will appear)

May 19th is the day of the Semi-finals (something to put in your diaries methinks) and the first song we'll hear that night is from:
- Austria: Global Kryner - Asi.
(the Global-thingie being the name of the band) I doubt you've ever heard a mix of Spanish, English and alpine music. No. I'm sure you haven't. The Girlfriend pukes instantly upon hearing it, but I'm a huge fan. Though I could have done without the yodelling.
See, I knew I'd get your attention one way or the other.
I'm hoping for lederhosen. Enough said.

- Lithuania: Laura and the Lovers - Little by Little
So much for getting your attention, because this song immediately ruins it.
Written by two Swedes, we can only fear for another Swedish plot (ahem), but I don't think we have much to fear. It's got the typical Eurovision lyrics (though I've not spotted a "fire-desire" combination yet) and pop-light melodies.
And why does the lovely girl look like a vampiric zebra here?


- Portugal - Amar
And feel free to sink further and further into your coma. "Amar" is sung in Portuguese/English (how very 2003), at least it is in the version I have here, by what looks like a very attractive gay boy and a "Gemma from Uk-nihil-points"-lookalike. Recepe for disaster?

- Moldova: ZDOB [shi] ZDUB -Boonika bate doba

Band names like this make you feel sad they only mention the country doesn't it. It would have been fabulous if every point-giver would have to pronounce this band. The English version of this title is "grandmamma beats the drum-a". Yes, the "drum-a". How close is Moldova to Jamaica?? I foresee "rappers-fingers", pointing, an elephant on stage and scary hats.
I'm a fan!

- Latvia: Walters & Kazha - The war is not over
As if the title of the song isn't enough, the gentlemen are wearing suits made of carpets. Yes, carpets. It could be curtains. I'm willing to discuss it. Watch if you don't believe me. Despite the annoying sweetness of it all, the lack of pronouns ("someone is winner" - no sweetie, "the winner") and the carpet-suits... I think I quite like this. In an adolescent "let's change the world but not listen to the lyrics too much"-way.

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Idiot, idiot

I'm such an idiot.
Our feline visitor who shat and peed our garage full has left.
Or, well, we "enabled" him to leave.
All the times he was staring throught the window, scenting us, making us trip over his tiny body... I thought it was because he wanted affection. A bit later I came to my senses and thought "food", he must want food. So we gave him a little. But as it became apparent that nobody missed him, that he soiled our garage and that our cats hated his guts (well, the girls, our Kiwi quite liked him) we knew we had to find another home for him.
So the Girlfriend helped him up on the roof.... And off he went. Without so much as a miaow, or looking back or anything.
Turns out his pleading looks were just "get me the fuck out of here, the walls are too high for me to climb" and his peeing (etc) in the garage was not impotence (so to speak) but revenge.
Ungrateful bastard! Tsk.

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Oz

aaah, Oz. I seem to have a thing for prison dramas these days. Not only am I knee-deep in season 5 of Bad Girls, I also persuaded Spikey (Occie's husband) to lend me his downloaded Oz episodes. I've heard so much about it that I wanted to see for myself.
But of course technology hates me.
It's in MPEG-format (whatever that is) and that means that realplayer, quicktime, media player and DIVX crash when trying to play it. "does not have the right codec", "does not recognise format". My arse. My DVD player is also proving completely useless.
Any suggestions?

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Bad news

My contract has been prolonged till May 31st. That means this blog will have to suffer the same sporadic abysmal posts as it has for the past years month. I do apologise.
The good news is, I'll be earning money for another month. And if my contract were to end after this month, I'll have worked a full year, so I won't starve to death if I'd have to live on benefits.

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He's back!

Or on second thought, he never left.
And in hindsight (or present sight), he might not have been here for our lovely ladies after all.
Today the Girlfriend found a far-from-horny tomcat in our "workshop". Apparently we'd left the door from our "garden" to the workshop ajar. At least that explains the smell of cat piss... He's fat, scared, and has a huge wound on his head. Huge. He's also got what looks like an abcess under his eye. The Sweetie caught him (... well, after we'd chased him out in the open there wasn't much to catch, he just sat there) and we took him to the vet. Only to be stopped by the vet's wife who told the Sweetie "they didn't treat found animals". We were going to pay, you bitch. No, The girlfriend was turned away, sick cat and all. I, in the mean time, was driving to the bank to get money, oblivious of all this. We got the number for the blue cross, who were flabbergasted "but we have no cat asylum"... "we're not looking for an asylum, we're looking for a vet"... so we ended up taking the cat, and its abcess, back home. He's in the garage now, huddled in a corner, looking in pain, scared and confused.
Poor Bastard.
We made flyers and littered people's letterboxes with them. We even had our favourite chip shop-man hang one in his shop (he's a sweetie). Let's hope someone misses the little bugger. If no one shows up tomorrow, we're trying a different vet. Let's just hope he's still alive then.

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Bastards...

My bloody tape player in my crap old radio in my car is busted. My Eurovision 2003/2004 compilation is stuck and won't budge. It won't play either. Bastards, bastards, bastards!

Why is it that every time I talk to intelligent, verbal, assertive, self assured and nice people (yes, all those qualities in one), I turn into a pile of blabbering insecurity?
Honestly. If they don't have a weakness, seem a tad nervous or are too arrogant, I'm not at ease with them. I feel insecure, my feeling of self worth plummets and my nervousness shows.
Aaargh. Bastards.

On another note. Apparently the people at the Children Factory (where I work now) only hire Bachelors (as in the degree, not the marital status) for Bachelors jobs. Masters (oh baby) are fine for the temps, but not for the long term. So since there'll be a vacancy in the Children Factory in Autumn... it turns out I'm not a possible candidate. Not even to just.. you know, wait in line till one of the psychologists has a burnout.
Why didn't they tell me this beforehand. Feels like I'm stabbed in the back.
Lesson number one of the day: never ever trust an employer. They'll fuck you over. Royally.

And thirdly: It's You Rang Mylord on Vitaya tonight! Hooozaaaaaaah! The show I slashed before I knew what slash was... ah, the innocence

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Hello all.

I know I've been quiet. Working full-time doesn't quite agree with me yet. And I don't have internet at work so I can't blog from there... like some do (not naming names, not naming names)... Would it be ok if I told you how tired I am? I am. It's Sunday, I've still not recovered from last week and tomorrow's Monday. I think I might have to call in sick. The sickness-replacement's calling in sick. Woohoo! No no, I shan't be silly. I've got an appointment at 8pm tomorrow, so it should be a nice and long day. Hoorah.
The job you ask? Ah, the job is ok I suppose. I mean, I think it is, I don't know how my temporary colleagues feel about it. So far I've told one person I'm living with "merlina", and she blushed scarlet. Which was very cute. And I'm sure I blushed just as badly. Christ. Next time I'm just wearing a "I'm a dyke" T-shirt to my first day. At least it would spare us all the "guess the pronoun"-game.

And why doesn't Stephen Fry host the BAFTAS this year?!

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EAK!

Both our female cats are horny. Seriously horny. They cry, they rub themselves against every possible surface, you can probably picture it.
So now I've woken up only to find a fat horny tomcat sitting on the windowsill of the kitchen, staring at our trio. Said trio, however, are unimpressed. They don't even fight against the window. They're curious, I think I caught Soes just half-heartedly hissing at him (oh right, play hard to get why don't you) and the poor bugger just lies there. Staring through the window, miaowing at me, pleading with me "why don't you let me in so I can have my wicked way with your two ladies. You know they want to. They practically called me here". I'm considering to throw a bucket of water over you, pal, so fuck off.
Christ.
Anyone know of a good way to chase off horny tomcats...?

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En nu ben je wel moreel verplicht om eens Dinges van Qatan met ons te spelen...

Wie is je favoriete pornoster & waarom?

Euhm. Porno? Show me the way naar degelijke lesbo-erotica en ik zal er misschien eens aan denken. Van de echte porno ben ik niet zo'n fan. Teveel close ups op lichaamsdelen die je helemaal niet van zo dichtbij en in die grootte moet zien. Liever erotiek dus. Maar wie... geen idee. Echt niet.

Heb je soms dat je geschokt bent over de dingen waar je aan denkt?

Neen.
Waarmee ik niet wil zeggen dat ik alleen maar aan normale dingen denk, maar gewoon dat niet veel van mijn hersenkronkels me nog verbazen. Ook wel triestig eigenlijk.

Wat is de vroegste misdaad die je je kunt herinneren?

Volgens mijn ouders heb ik als tweejarige ooit een zak van zes speelgoed-petanque ballen gepikt uit een kraampje aan zee... Maar dat herinner ik me zelf niet. Ik denk dat het dus maar zwartrijden op de trein zal worden (en dan nog gewoon omdat ik geen tijd meer had om een ticket te kopen). Ik ben braaf.

Waarom kun je soms 's nachts je slaap niet vatten?

Ik pieker nogal veel.

Wie vereer je met dit denkwenkje?

Iedereen die het wil. Muhaha.

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Danger! Danger!

Someone forgot their briefcase in Kortrijk trainstation!
(for those of you not from the westflaaaanders: Kortrijk is a wannabe-city)
Bomb alert! Bomb alert!

Ah yes, Kortrijk is high on the Al Qaeda-hitlist!

Hands up all those who think this is just a publicity stunt for the Kortrjk police? tsk.


PS: ok, if it turns out to be a bomb, I'll be mightily embarrassed.

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Lunchtime conversation

My (temporary) colleagues (male, 30s, female, 30s, female, late 20s) were discussing their "student days" over lunch.
I discovered the rather conservative psychologist went to my old university and always just passed (so she can't be that much smarter than me), how she finished her thesis in September (oh dear oh dear) and held gin-nights. And port-nights. You know, you'd never guess from looking at her. The general consensus was "oh how fabulous that time was, probably the best times of our lives".
Was it though?
I mean, don't misunderstand me, I had a ball. I enjoyed many a night laughing, meeting new people, singing bad karaoke, discussing the merits of religion, watching "then-revolutionary- DVDs, going to the cinema and so on and so on. And learning. Of course. But to say it was the best time of my life? I don't know. Who's to say "now" isn't the best time of my life? Granted, it was fabulous to have virtually all your friends in the same city, while now it takes a car to get to them. And yeah, we don't have the luxury of skipping lectures or starting the day at 12 noon (at least not when working)... but I'm happy. I am. Shock horror.
It always irked me that my mother (and every well-meaning yet annoying adult) used to say your days as a kid were the best of your life. It made me scared of growing up. After all, being a grown-up must be terrible then. And school is the best time of your life? Oh my, how horrid working must be. Fuck off would you. Ok, so I sometimes worry about bills, and I have to do my own laundry. But I'm glad to trade that for my independence.

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Oh dear

I feel the urge to blog about Charles and Camilla.
Please, someone stop me.
This blog has been steadily going down the drain for the past two years, but wouldn't this be the end of it all. The ultimate embarrassing blogpost?!
No one is stopping me!
No one!
Fine. Charles should have married her 30 years ago and never ever married Diana. He never loved her, he always loved Camilla. The Queen and Charles were bastards. There. Fine.
God, I'm even sticking up for Diana.
Kill me now.
PLEASE!

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headhunted

I've been offered a job.
Another one, indeed.
I used to have to "apply" for jobs, you know. All of a sudden I'm being headhunted?! My my. I must have made quite an impression on the Boss formerly known as Smiling B**ch from Hell. I guess I should invent a new name for her: "Boss who used to be rather evil-esque, but turned out quite nice".... though that doesn't seem to have the same ring to it.
Yes, an organisation in another middle-of-nowhere is in need of a family-counseling-type person for two months, starting May. (does anyone else get a feeling I'll be in special youth care till the day I die? :))
My contract in foster care (where I work now) ends in May.
Or does it?
The Nice Gay Supervisor has a "strong suspicion" the person I replace won't be back next month, but can't give me guarantees.
On the one hand, I'm not exactly having the time of my life in the job now, (I need time to adjust to every new situation) but on the other hand I don't want to let them down if the sickleave lasts longer. Also, it's a rather big organisation, so a good reference could be very important.
Aaargh. I don't know what to do.
I've got until Monday to decide.
My head is spinning...

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Piglet breaks the silence

Boy am I exhausted. Since the girlfriend's out of a job she's discovered a new hobby: "doing stuff". She's been round half the world and invited the other half around to our place. Why can't she just be depressed like I was when I didn't have work normal unemployed people?
I won't bore you with the details of work because you don't want to hear it. My mother proudly announced "she might have to undergo surgery" -I so love dealing with hypochondriacs outside of work as well as in the job. The parents were also pissed off because I hadn't been "in touch as much as usual". That kinda comes with having an active girlfriend. Sigh. I swear, if I wasn't so tired I'd spank her.
Perhaps I should... might be a good way to deal with frustration and stress. Better than blogging anyway!

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Come on baby, do the locomotion

I bought Ultimate Kylie yesterday.
About time too.

#I'll forgive,
and forget,
if you say you'll never go
cos it's true
what they say-ay
better the devil you know#

If you think you're to be sympathised with because you have to read this in my blog, think of what it must be like to be our neighbours!
I feel like going to work in my "kylie" T-shirt...

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The pope is dead, long live the pope

I have to say that until I saw the news a few days ago (because the media seem to have jumped at the "nearly dead" news as if he was already gone) I'd never seen the man actually WALK. Let alone speak in something you might consider to be actual Latin/Italian. I saw him smile and walk around, say stuff, get angry at something. Wow. Quite a different image than what I've seen as long as I remember.

I'm a Catholic. Or at least I'm meant to be. If I had a choice I'd not be Catholic. I'd not even be christian. De-baptised, de-confirmed, I don't care. I have no place in an institution that sees me as morally skewed just because I fall in love with women. Or no. I can fall in love with them, I'm just not supposed to act on my "impulses". Alrighty then. I have to admit I don't feel a great pain at the loss of a man who had a Belgian cardinal called to him to talk about "the bad state Belgium was in", what with gay marriage, hardly any priests, empty churches, abortion and euthanasia. I actually thought there was a divide between church and state.
I'm pissed off because someone who actually had a chance to make a difference in Africa, by saying "it's ok to use a rubber", didn't but chose to stuck to his bloody 2000 year old book that said "sex is only for procreation". Or is that in the Old Testament? In which case it's even longer ago. That same book that regards women as second-class citizens, also not something he ever really did anything about.

I'm biased. I see a lot of people on livejournal actually sad to see him go. But then I never saw a healthy pope battling communism (though what was his place there I wonder?) or going to a Synagogue. I only saw an ill man, miles away from where most catholics stand on moral issues, condemning my behaviour.

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