Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
tired
Nah, I'm not suicidal, far from it. I'm getting to be "career suicidal" though. I can't stand the thought that people are looking over my shoulder evaluating my work. I just happen to work for a control freak who, as I've now found out, writes down when I arrive for work and probably reads my personal family files as well.
I cannot stand that, seriously.
I want to work on my own, with some trust, and when I need help I will ask for it. I don't need help now.
This on top of a million other things makes me want to throw in the towel so badly.
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Nah, I'm not suicidal, far from it. I'm getting to be "career suicidal" though. I can't stand the thought that people are looking over my shoulder evaluating my work. I just happen to work for a control freak who, as I've now found out, writes down when I arrive for work and probably reads my personal family files as well.
I cannot stand that, seriously.
I want to work on my own, with some trust, and when I need help I will ask for it. I don't need help now.
This on top of a million other things makes me want to throw in the towel so badly.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
In Califooooorniaaaaaa
Last night the Girlfriend and I dropped a friend off at the station. We were accosted by two young blokes asking for a ride to somewhere "near Delhays". Eh? American accents, in I.? Talk of a well-known supermarket? Our curiosity was greater than our fear of being robbed, raped and murdered, so we took the boys along in the car. Apparently they were indeed American, from the "U.S.A." as one of them proudly proclaimed. One of em from Arizona, the other from California. "Oh, the Bible Belt" I wanted to say, but then thought that might have been a tad rude. I also wanted to quote Rufus Wainwright at them, but then figured that also might not go over well. Even more surprising they were members of the US national junior cycling team, living in I., training and being too lazy to walk the few kilometres to their "house". "A group of young men living together, sounds like every gay man's wet dream," but even that didn't seem like an appropriate topic. So we just let them talk a little and then dropped them off.
The Girlfriend refuses to acknowlegde trying to kill them by ignoring a right of way, but she doesn't fool me. A well placed Cycling Fanatic Friend was unimpressed with our meeting. "they're quite shit, but they have good bikes".
Damn, so much for my claim to fame if one of them ever wins the Tour de France.
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Last night the Girlfriend and I dropped a friend off at the station. We were accosted by two young blokes asking for a ride to somewhere "near Delhays". Eh? American accents, in I.? Talk of a well-known supermarket? Our curiosity was greater than our fear of being robbed, raped and murdered, so we took the boys along in the car. Apparently they were indeed American, from the "U.S.A." as one of them proudly proclaimed. One of em from Arizona, the other from California. "Oh, the Bible Belt" I wanted to say, but then thought that might have been a tad rude. I also wanted to quote Rufus Wainwright at them, but then figured that also might not go over well. Even more surprising they were members of the US national junior cycling team, living in I., training and being too lazy to walk the few kilometres to their "house". "A group of young men living together, sounds like every gay man's wet dream," but even that didn't seem like an appropriate topic. So we just let them talk a little and then dropped them off.
The Girlfriend refuses to acknowlegde trying to kill them by ignoring a right of way, but she doesn't fool me. A well placed Cycling Fanatic Friend was unimpressed with our meeting. "they're quite shit, but they have good bikes".
Damn, so much for my claim to fame if one of them ever wins the Tour de France.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Phone
The phone rings. As always I answer with my polite yet "you're bothering me, idiot"-voice "Hello, Piglet speaking"
"Hi this is insert ridiculous old Flemish name here from tregiogazetje, I don't suppose the Mayor is in?"
"Erm.... No...."
"Right. When would he be back?"
"...I think you've got the wrong house actually..."
Add to this the bloke who's appeared on our answerphone (which goes "Hi! This is Piglet and Merlina! we're not in right now. Byyyyyeee" in giggly voices - terribly shameful) twice in the past three months, stating his name and address and asking to speak to someone from the Mayor's office... it all points to a strange coincidence.
Either one of us is destined to become Mayor (as if I'd ever settle for anything less than Brussels!), or the Mayor's mistress used to have our phone number...
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The phone rings. As always I answer with my polite yet "you're bothering me, idiot"-voice "Hello, Piglet speaking"
"Hi this is insert ridiculous old Flemish name here from tregiogazetje, I don't suppose the Mayor is in?"
"Erm.... No...."
"Right. When would he be back?"
"...I think you've got the wrong house actually..."
Add to this the bloke who's appeared on our answerphone (which goes "Hi! This is Piglet and Merlina! we're not in right now. Byyyyyeee" in giggly voices - terribly shameful) twice in the past three months, stating his name and address and asking to speak to someone from the Mayor's office... it all points to a strange coincidence.
Either one of us is destined to become Mayor (as if I'd ever settle for anything less than Brussels!), or the Mayor's mistress used to have our phone number...
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Degenerate
The BBC news site is fabulous. It finds it terribly important to keep us informed on the state of affairs around Europe, also when it comes to poofness. The Latvian parliament are being bad boys by refusing to include "sexual orientation" in a non-discrimination at the workplace-bill. Apparently (and woohoo!) this is required for all members of the EU.
But they don't want to. Because us poofs and dykes are "degenerates". It's been a while since I've been called a degenerate, usually people just settle for "electrician" or "less maternal". Fantastic.
You'd think after being flooded by poofs in Riga for Eurovision (oh yes, politics and Eurovision, where would one be without the other), they'd have come to their senses. Ahem.
Turns out all my UK EU-phobe friends might have a point when they exclaim "the EU will dictate us!", after all, the EU is refusing Latvian parliamentary bigots the right to be bigots. Or at least they're frowning upon it. Naughty Latvian Idiots.
But quite rightly so, though. If you want to be a member of the super sekrit club, there are certain rules you must follow. One of those is to be a tad friendlier towards your neighbourhood Degenerates. If you don't like it, then don't be a member of the club.
I don't understand why everyone should or would want to be a member, but then I'm not an economist and probably not very intelligent.
So there you have it. EU-phobes have a point. But so far, I quite like the rules the EU has been trying to enforce. At least when it comes to dykes and poofs.
Hear me shout when they do something I disagree with though!
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The BBC news site is fabulous. It finds it terribly important to keep us informed on the state of affairs around Europe, also when it comes to poofness. The Latvian parliament are being bad boys by refusing to include "sexual orientation" in a non-discrimination at the workplace-bill. Apparently (and woohoo!) this is required for all members of the EU.
But they don't want to. Because us poofs and dykes are "degenerates". It's been a while since I've been called a degenerate, usually people just settle for "electrician" or "less maternal". Fantastic.
You'd think after being flooded by poofs in Riga for Eurovision (oh yes, politics and Eurovision, where would one be without the other), they'd have come to their senses. Ahem.
Turns out all my UK EU-phobe friends might have a point when they exclaim "the EU will dictate us!", after all, the EU is refusing Latvian parliamentary bigots the right to be bigots. Or at least they're frowning upon it. Naughty Latvian Idiots.
But quite rightly so, though. If you want to be a member of the super sekrit club, there are certain rules you must follow. One of those is to be a tad friendlier towards your neighbourhood Degenerates. If you don't like it, then don't be a member of the club.
I don't understand why everyone should or would want to be a member, but then I'm not an economist and probably not very intelligent.
So there you have it. EU-phobes have a point. But so far, I quite like the rules the EU has been trying to enforce. At least when it comes to dykes and poofs.
Hear me shout when they do something I disagree with though!
Monday, June 12, 2006
Ignorance
And are you getting married? Because you can, you know, you can!
Yes. I was aware of that. We’re still thinking. (If we can get married without annoying family members, we’ll definitely do it.)
Oh, but I know a lot of gay men, and I’m really, really good friends with them. But you always see that one of them is you know… more…. Well, one of them will for example be an electrician and the other… will be the one who cooks more. You know?
Er. No. Not really.
But I have the impression it’s different for women, I mean… But since you’ll be carrying the baby, you know, get pregnant, does that mean you’re the more… er…maternal of the two?
Er. No. No, I don’t think so.
Oh. And do you have like, … different roles…?
Er. No. Not really, no.
Oh. Oh! That’s nice, that’s really nice. So you’re both women.
Erm. –looks at boobies- Yep.
Right. I wonder… will you be able to breastfeed as well?
-looks frantically at boobies- Er… why not?
Well, you know…
Well, I’ll be the one carrying the baby, so I guess… it would be hard for Merlina to breastfeed… Sympathy only goes so far, though I do wonder…
Well… yes. Yes, of course you’ll be able to. Of course.
Right. Right. You stupid uptight narrowminded “my way is the normal way to live” bitch. Stuff your patronising “understanding” and your “innocent questions”! While you might think it’s ok for us to have babies, you still have no inkling of an understanding of the fact that gender roles are cultural. That there’s more to love than boy meets girl or “boy who does girly stuff” meets boy. If I cut my hair short and wear trousers it doesn’t mean I’ll be taking out the garbage every week while the Girlfriend mops the house. And if that even were the case, it would not make me a man or the “less maternal” of the two. I should’ve taken a sledgehammer and knocked the attitude right out of your arse.
Step-in laws! Aaaaaargh!
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And are you getting married? Because you can, you know, you can!
Yes. I was aware of that. We’re still thinking. (If we can get married without annoying family members, we’ll definitely do it.)
Oh, but I know a lot of gay men, and I’m really, really good friends with them. But you always see that one of them is you know… more…. Well, one of them will for example be an electrician and the other… will be the one who cooks more. You know?
Er. No. Not really.
But I have the impression it’s different for women, I mean… But since you’ll be carrying the baby, you know, get pregnant, does that mean you’re the more… er…maternal of the two?
Er. No. No, I don’t think so.
Oh. And do you have like, … different roles…?
Er. No. Not really, no.
Oh. Oh! That’s nice, that’s really nice. So you’re both women.
Erm. –looks at boobies- Yep.
Right. I wonder… will you be able to breastfeed as well?
-looks frantically at boobies- Er… why not?
Well, you know…
Well, I’ll be the one carrying the baby, so I guess… it would be hard for Merlina to breastfeed… Sympathy only goes so far, though I do wonder…
Well… yes. Yes, of course you’ll be able to. Of course.
Right. Right. You stupid uptight narrowminded “my way is the normal way to live” bitch. Stuff your patronising “understanding” and your “innocent questions”! While you might think it’s ok for us to have babies, you still have no inkling of an understanding of the fact that gender roles are cultural. That there’s more to love than boy meets girl or “boy who does girly stuff” meets boy. If I cut my hair short and wear trousers it doesn’t mean I’ll be taking out the garbage every week while the Girlfriend mops the house. And if that even were the case, it would not make me a man or the “less maternal” of the two. I should’ve taken a sledgehammer and knocked the attitude right out of your arse.
Step-in laws! Aaaaaargh!
Friday, June 09, 2006
Dilemma
The sudden warmth (well, sudden... it is June, but still...) confronts us with a lot of dilemmas: duvet or no duvet? sandals or shoes? jeans or skirt? Shaving or... nah, shaving.
But our inability to believe that this sunny hot weather is here to stay also makes it annoying. The duvet is staying on the bed, but the sheets are off so we can decide on covering ourselves only with the sheet or the duvet as well. Two pairs of footwear stay downstairs for both of us, and the iron is working overtime.
Let's make a deal: gorgeous sunny skies from now till... say, mid September. No exaggerated temperatures, just nice in the twenties.
In exchange... er... I promise to get outside and actually make my legs a little less similar to two milk bottles. Deal?
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The sudden warmth (well, sudden... it is June, but still...) confronts us with a lot of dilemmas: duvet or no duvet? sandals or shoes? jeans or skirt? Shaving or... nah, shaving.
But our inability to believe that this sunny hot weather is here to stay also makes it annoying. The duvet is staying on the bed, but the sheets are off so we can decide on covering ourselves only with the sheet or the duvet as well. Two pairs of footwear stay downstairs for both of us, and the iron is working overtime.
Let's make a deal: gorgeous sunny skies from now till... say, mid September. No exaggerated temperatures, just nice in the twenties.
In exchange... er... I promise to get outside and actually make my legs a little less similar to two milk bottles. Deal?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Next year I'm going to Pride again!
Romania has sent some of the gayest songs to Eurovision in the past years, and because of that it'll always be in my heart. But this is going too far. After Russia last week, this week's Pride in Bucharest was also marred by protesters. This photo especially got to me: little kids brought up with hate in their heart is nothing short of disgusting.
I'd love to go on Holiday to Eastern Europe some time. But I never stop to think that I might not be safe there, acting the way I usually do with The Girlfriend. People on the street will see we're a couple. There's far too many "casual" touches for us to be just friends. I never think about what other people might think about it, because it just doesn't bother me. But I forget it's not that accepted elsewhere. And that, my dear friends, honestly makes me feel sick.
Nuns and priests brandishing crosses against the Evil Homosexuals, give me a break. Fuck off back to your convent and stay there.
Aaaaaaaargh!
Not only will I have to go to Pride in Brussels next year, I'll have to stop myself not to make an Eastern European tour out of it!
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Romania has sent some of the gayest songs to Eurovision in the past years, and because of that it'll always be in my heart. But this is going too far. After Russia last week, this week's Pride in Bucharest was also marred by protesters. This photo especially got to me: little kids brought up with hate in their heart is nothing short of disgusting.
I'd love to go on Holiday to Eastern Europe some time. But I never stop to think that I might not be safe there, acting the way I usually do with The Girlfriend. People on the street will see we're a couple. There's far too many "casual" touches for us to be just friends. I never think about what other people might think about it, because it just doesn't bother me. But I forget it's not that accepted elsewhere. And that, my dear friends, honestly makes me feel sick.
Nuns and priests brandishing crosses against the Evil Homosexuals, give me a break. Fuck off back to your convent and stay there.
Aaaaaaaargh!
Not only will I have to go to Pride in Brussels next year, I'll have to stop myself not to make an Eastern European tour out of it!
