The More Loving One
by W. H. Auden


Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

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Eurovision news

So much has happened in Eurovisionland already and I've neglected to blog about it. Thankfully, zurcherart kept me up to date. How can I keep all this from you?
- One song has been lifted out of the Romanian national finals because it was an exact copy of Natalia's "Risin". Seriously.
- Another song still in the running is "Dracula, my love" (click here, then on "semifinala 2" and then "Dracula, my love"), a fantastic song with the lyrics "everybody in the country, come along and move your body. To the rythm of Romania, my homey (!) Dracula, from Transylvania". I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this one!
- In Estonia "Krunk it up" is in the running. The Estonian version of N' Synch with lyrics like "slide your ass down that pole girl, I'm about to explode". No. I kid you not.
Looks like cheap rap/pop will be hip again this year.

And lastly, Claudia Beni will *not* be taking part in the Croatian preselections this year.
Ms Beni was the gorgeous Croatian erm.. girl who sang "vise nisam tvoja" in 2003.
I had a mad crush on her.
Tsk.

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silence

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(inquiry before snow



E.E. Cummings

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It's ok to be gay!

"Gay man, gay man, pick up the soap
Get on your knees and pray"

In case you didn't know, it's "OK to be gay" and this fantastic poptune proves it!
Be sure to check out the video and Tomboy's website, it'll change your life forever.

(Through zurcherart)

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Because it's been too long...

... and as a warm up for this year's Eurovision Song Contest (less than four months away!) I thought I'd enrich your lives by linking you the one and only Pall Oskar and his fabulous 1997 (!) Eurovision performance.
Why am I so psyched about this being from 1997? Because it's still with an orchestra, and the man has an act that's probably even too daring for 2007.



The version of Les Mystères Des Moustaches is (fortunately) not yet available on Youtube. (Though we were at least as good)

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Irony

Yesterday I was a feverish walking (well, "lying down") corpse. My temperature didn't go below 38°C and I ached all over. Today my temperature has yet to rise above 36° (curently at 35.5°) and I feel nauseous. I was halfway to work when I interpreted a huge traffic jam and the dark spots dancing in front of my eyes as signs that I had to go see a doctor instead of working.
So I did.
And promptly felt like an idiot, because guh, no fever.
Nothing specifically wrong with me either, just tiny things here and there pointing to infection. (Those tiny things can probably point to a dozen other things as well if you ask me... like not enough sleep, stress or who knows... lupus and vasculitis! (Shut up, Dr Cameron))
So. Me. Idiot.
Back to work on Wednesday and filled with guilt.
See, if I were feeling the way I felt yesterday, I'd be guilt-free: fever, brain zaps, achy = no work. Now I feel like I could go to work if I really wanted to.

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Tsk tsk, naughty boy!

What happened: Some actor on Grey's Anatomy (TR Knight, the guy on the left) is gay. Some other actor on Grey's Anatomy called him a "faggot".

What happened next: Anger! Shock!

And then?: Nothing. Isaiah Washington said "I never called him a faggot", thereby using the F-word again.

Yes?: Anger! Shock! (only twice as much, because now the word "faggot" has been used for the second time)

After that: "Washington conceded, issuing a statement on Thursday which read: " I can neither defend nor explain my behaviour.

"I can also no longer deny to myself that there are issues I obviously need to examine within my own soul, and I've asked for help."

He's asked for help to deal with his homophobia?
Instead of encouraging Mr Washington -giving him a pat on the backside, so to speak- I find myself laughing at him.
But hey, good on him I suppose. If I were TR Knight though, I'd tell him where to stick it. It all comes across a little hypocritical. "You'll have to do this, Isaiah or the gays will eat you alive"... "eeeeak!"

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Gay... Sleeveless...



Remember him?
It's "The return of Gay Sleeveless Supervisor" on March 12th!

My previous job, the one with the tense team atmosphere, the backstabbing and the Sexually Repressed Christian (I seem to have one of those in every job I do... but ok), has asked me back. Temporarily of course. They hinted at more, but then they did that last time as well and never delivered.
Apart from asking me back twice I suppose...
So on March 9th I'll quit whining about my current job.
To start whining about my new-ish job on March 12th.
Sounds like a great deal to me!

Things that should make it easier to bear: it's only 28 hours, I'm a year older wiser.
Things that should make it harder to bear: it's Working -and negotiating- With People. Urgh. Fungus beats People any time.

Tonight's another big night for me: it's my (current) job's New Year's Reception.
Yikes. How fast can I run out of there without being rude?

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Crush

The Girlfriend and I are in love. With each other, obviously, but also with a very nice cashier at our local supermarket.

Our crush used to be under contro: we'd go join the line at her till whenever we could and we made sure always to be extra friendly to her. That's where it ended.
Now it seems we're losing control. Last Friday, we joined the line for our Supermarket Crush even though other lines were considerably shorter. We giggled while putting our groceries away and when she handed us the receipt I couldn't stop grinning and blushing.
I'm pretty sure she's on to us.

We'll try to avoid ourselves considerable embarrassment by settling for the cashier right in front of our Supermarket Crush from no on. It'll be painful for us and we'll miss her, but it might be for the best.

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When two worlds collide...

I love Morrissey. I do. I have CDs, I have ... well, I just have CDs. I think he's funny and his songs make me sing along without wanting to.
But Morrissey at Eurovision? Oh no. No no no no. That's my "decent music"-world colliding with my "decent trashy music"-world, and I just can't have that. I fear the sun will implode and whole galaxies will be lost (and how will the crew of Voyager then find their way home? Or did they end up back home already... I'm not sure), not to mention the damage it wil do to my already fragile psyche.

Besides, Morrissey is an international institution, he can't just represent "the UK". He'd be selling himself short! ;-)
"Hello, my name is Morrissey and I'll be representing every country taking part here tonight. This is my song for Spain. It's called "bullfighting is for wankers". Thank you."

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Shocking!

"H" from Steps (remember "5 6 7 8", "Tragedy") came out!
Who'd have thought?


For your information: "H" is the little blond poof in the middle. (Not to be confused with the dark-haired poof on the right)

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Relax. Take it Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-eeeeasy

It must be Mika-day today.
I read about this gentleman on the BBC Site this morning, then heard his song on the radio a little later and found an e-mail about him in my inbox. Something among the lines of "It's camp, you'll love it".
I did and I do!

I have no clue who he is, what other songs he has, but by god, do I love this song.
Jeanettendisco rules!

(Mika - Relax, take it easy)

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If it's January, it must be winter

With a big ginger tomcat purring on your lap it's easier to forget the fact that life sometimes sucks.
When said tomcat's arse smells of ... well, shit, that kinda brings the whole thing down again. But I'm not complaining.

New Year's was a horrid, horrid affair, but I really won't go into that. Suffice to say you could write a thesis about my family.

I'm off babysitting in a little while, and when the Girlfriend gets in from work I can go back to *my* job: visit another family at 8.30 bloody PM. In the evening, yes. When I should be sitting on the sofa with that very same Girlfriend, anticipating the Torchwood finale (for which I've been thoroughly spoiled, though I thinking I'm missing a very crucial part... interesting, interesting), that I'll now miss. Our crappy video recorder had better not mess this up, or my revenge will be unseen.

To everyone who remembered my birthday: thank you!
To everyone who forgot... well, you can fuck off. Ha! :-)

I had a nice day with The Girlfriend yesterday. Enjoyed myself opening presents, buying other people more presents and buying something for myself with the money I got from my parents. At last the latest Pet Shop Boys cd and dvd are mine (I was about to get my PSB-fan license revoked if I didn't get it soon)!

Now all these "festivities" are over, can we please go back to normal?
Thanks.

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