Attention, fellow Geeks

Tonight: The new Dr Who series on BBC1!
(yes, please, thank you!)
I heard The Doctor speak in his Scottish accent to Anne Robinson (during The Weakest Link) and I'm still reeling from it.
Followed by auditions for Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat (whatever musical that may be), hosted by Sir Graham of Nortons. (Loved his "interview" with Borat for Comic Relief by the way)

Going out on a Saturday night? Why would you!

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De Naldi

Vorige week in de Naldi een ruitenwasser-stok dinges gekocht. Feitelijk gewoon een stok met zo'n trekker en een Samson op: die Samson is iets wits van "microvezels" waardoor je veel meer vuil mee hebt. Zeggen ze. Nice. Ideaal voor onze gigantische winkelruit aan de straatkant, dacht ik zo. We kuisen die ongeveer één keer per jaar wegens "toch direct weer vuil" en "veel te lastig", dus dacht ik er eens voor te gaan.
Ik hoop dat niemand mijn gesukkel gefilmd heeft, anders zou het wel eens op youtube kunnen belanden ("stupid neighbour trying to clean her windows ROFLMAO!"). Die Samson was na één streepje op de garagepoort (ahja, die was ook vuil) pikzwart. Door het vele water viel ie bijna van de "stok" en water wegtrekken met dat onnozel verlengstuk lukte ook al niet...
Heb trekker en "samson" dan maar gewoon van de stok gehaald en op mijn tenen gestaan voor de rest van de ruit en de garagepoort. Neh.

Verder nog veel te veel huishoudwerk gedaan. Volgende keer probeer ik eens iets leuks te doen op mijn vrije weekdag. Beloofd.

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Trash TV!

Tonight: Temptaaaaaaaaaaation Island.
Years I've been the model of political correctness and pseudo-intellectualism: I laughed (or glared sternly) at everyone who watched it and veto-ed The Girlfriend's many questions to "have a look". No!
This year, I'm giving in to my fascination with trash tv. I love "Superhond" (superdog), I adored "De man van Wendy", and I even managed the Idool auditions without too many sighs. So yes, tonight The Girlfriend's wish comes true and we'll watch (or tape, because we're tired and we're wussies) that bloody show.

And Superhond. Of course.

Also today, the first signs of spring: I drove home with my window open and a bird crapped on my windshield. The first this year! Wahey!

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Goforfuckingmusic

Goformusic.be (niet te verwarren met "autozonepuntbeuheeh") is één van de meest verwarrende en meest irritante sites die ik al ooit gezien heb.
- Ik weet niet of ik nu vier of twee tickets besteld heb voor dat ding van De Schattie (god help me!)
- Ze probeerden me mijn gsm nummer te ontfutselen. Meerdere malen.
- Je kan kijken waar je gaat zitten in de zaal. Maar je kan verdomme niet kiezen. En als je wat later opnieuw probeert, heb je volledig nieuwe plaatsen.

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Jumpen

Duvelman was er vorige week lyrisch over: jumpen. Blijkbaar is dat de nieuwe rage bij zijn (pre)pubertjes. Een soort line dancing, maar zonder cowboyhoed. Breakdancen, maar dan gemakkelijker.

Ik vind het persoonlijk bijzonder belachelijk.
En hilarisch.
Zoals deze pop pollclip van Peter Van de Veire en Sexy Sofie Lemaire.

Zwem een mijl!

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Eurovision

That poor Ukranian Drag Queen is not popular with everyone.

"She will make the Ukraine look ridiculous", some say. Well, yes, your point being? It's Eurovision after all.

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Damage control

Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama do some damage control about the "are queers perverted" question.

Turns out they probably have some gay campaign funders as well.

They leave enough room to be able to crawl back from their statements though. You've got to love the guys that write those speeches!
(and you've got to love The Stranger)

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Mexico... Mexiiiiiiicoooo

Same sex civil unions in Mexico.

To quote Daffyd: Gay Rights For Gays!

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Teh Drama!

My "new" "old" job is already full of Teh Drama! And that in my first week. People are coming, going, everything all at once, and I find myself in positions I don't want to be in (nothing sexual, ya perverts, thank god!), but No More Workbitching. I promised.
But it's so tempting!

I have to keep reminding myself that there is Absolutely No Chance that this job might turn into something more permanent (for a number of factors: my degree, for one, I'm too "highly educated"), but I keep hoping. (Would I want this job permantly though, that's another matter) I can't seem to stop myself, I'm just so sick of being a temp. I want a permanent job so I can actually get on with my life. More security, trying for a baby,... that sort of thing.

-Quite fittingly, one of the cats just puked. Sick to death of my whining already-

Since it's a trend, I'll go on to this weekend. I don't have to world's most busy social calendar, but I do have some stuff to do...
- Grocery shopping tonight
- The Girlfriend's fat one-year-old nephew's birthday party (not cute-fat, but Fristi-fat) tomorrow afternoon (an overdose of in-laws, step- and otherwise)
- And a bloody scary "book party" (what am I gonna say! What am I gonna wear? How am I gonna find it?!)

What did I do with my weekly day off yesterday? Why, I cleaned the house and did the ironing of course. What else?
I'm glamorousn, me.

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Sigh

Hillary Clinton was asked whether or not "homosexuality is immoral". This is her answer...

And the sad thing is, it's an improvement over the clown that's now in the white house.
I can't understand why every single American politician is so scared to not-be an extreme right idiot. Is the contingent of conservatives really *that* big in the states?

I'll just listen to Mika in the mean time... "Sucking too hard on your lollipop, oh love's gonna get you down"

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Nervous

I'm starting a "new" job tomorrow: going back to where I worked a year and a half ago. Place with the Gay Sleeveless Supervisor, Sexually Repressed Christian and well... Feminist Lesbian Manhater (that would probably be me, if they were to describe me). Despite my having worked there before, I'm nervous as hell. Aargh! It's only for six months, so my jobhunting days are in no way over.

And yes, as predicted, I will miss everyone from my previous job. Even though they drove me up the wall.

Yesterday The Girlfriend and me tried -totally in vain- to find something "feminine" to wear for a wedding and for summer (spring is in the air and has taken over our heads). I was also looking for some "decent" jeans for work. No luck. Nowt. Is it because we're not shopping with style gurus? Is it our limited budgets? Perhaps we're too fickle? Or the God of Lesbians doesn't look kindly upon two of Her followers looking for shoes that aren't Birkenstocks.
Guess we'll have to try again soon. This is not a prospect that fills me with joy, since The Girlfriend is notoriously horrid when she's in a shop against her will.

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Eurovision news!

Because I know you've all been anxiously awaiting more Eurovision news...

- Israel is going for an accordeon-based "let's dance" thingie about terrorism. The chorus goes "they're gonna "poesj da botton! Poesj da Botton!" (push the button). Needless to say, I love it.
- Another accordeon, and silver-clad drag queen (see photo) for the Ukraine (funny, I'd have thought that sort of thing was illegal there), whose song consists of counting in German and saying "dancing is good". Or summat. Warskinny pointed out that the Drag Queen looks scarily much like André Vermeulen! What do you think? It could be a superman/Clark Kent thing. Will they ever be seen in the same place together? Will André subtly disappear from his commentator booth when it's time for the Ukraine's performance?
- Germany is doing something boring with a man in a hat
- We're sending something with trumpets and a very bad beginning
- Greece sends a combination between Sirtaki, Ricky Martin and Ruslana. The result is pretty confusing. In the clip I saw, the man has some kind of moustache only 16-year-olds have... the "I'm gonna leave this here so everyone can see I already have to shave, but I'm just too cool to do that!"-thing that is too horrid to contemplate.

I'm going to have to refrain myself from mentioning every single bloody country here, so I'll try to shut up now.

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Northern Ireland

How do you spell "eejit"

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Pass me the arsenic

I might have mentioned The Girlfriend's unhealthy appetite for what I like to call "suicide music". "I want to Slit my wrists now" by "Dark prince", "Sweet blessing of death", "Life is hard and everybody I love dies" or "Satan loves me"... I don't know what the bands or their songs are really called (actually, I do, but giving them different names is much more fun), but The Girlfriend loves them.
She's forbidden from playing them too much when I'm around, so she settles for when I'm out (imagine coming home to drepressing gothmetalrock blasting through your house) or in her car (imagine not being allowed to change the CD in her car because "she's driving"). This I can live with.
Now one of her favourite deathworshippers are coming to Belgium: Evanescence. And I think she wants to go, even though she keeps saying "urgh, it's in Antwerp, we're not driving there". And I'm willing to make an effort for the woman I adore (the woman who also stood next to me in the pouring rain at Marktrock for the Pet Shop Boys). So sweetie, if you really want to go... I'll join you.

The big problem remains: how do I surive through an entire concert without throwing myself off the balcony?
Perhaps I should ask B. for advice.

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