Thursday, April 26, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Wank!
I slept oh.. about two hours last night. Went to bed at a decent hour, was pretty tired. But sleep eluded me. Finally fell asleep at about 4.30 to get up at 6.30. I tried everything: reading, getting up, sitting downstairs for a bit, counting sheep, trying to make my mind blank. But nothing helped.
Today was pretty much the same. A French-speaking dog bit and slobbered all over my black pants. My colleagues pissed me off to no end and... aaargh. I don't even want to whine about this.
The Girlfriend promised to go buy the Eurovision CD tomorrow. Then I can have my first (yes, my FIRST) listen to all the songs. (edit: the CD doesn't come out till next week. Why Cruel World?!)
I'm really losing my touch.
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I slept oh.. about two hours last night. Went to bed at a decent hour, was pretty tired. But sleep eluded me. Finally fell asleep at about 4.30 to get up at 6.30. I tried everything: reading, getting up, sitting downstairs for a bit, counting sheep, trying to make my mind blank. But nothing helped.
Today was pretty much the same. A French-speaking dog bit and slobbered all over my black pants. My colleagues pissed me off to no end and... aaargh. I don't even want to whine about this.
The Girlfriend promised to go buy the Eurovision CD tomorrow. Then I can have my first (yes, my FIRST) listen to all the songs. (edit: the CD doesn't come out till next week. Why Cruel World?!)
I'm really losing my touch.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Geek
I tried to explain to my colleague (the nice one) today why I
- have a Miss Piggy picture on my desk (with the quote: "don't mess with the pig") without coming across like a total geek or child: "well you see, on the internet I kinda have this nickname Piglet... It comes from Winnie the Pooh... I think, and Miss Piggy,... she's fabulous... she's a diva, I have my diva moments as well...". The diva comment was completely alien to my co-worker "You?! A diva!?" Muha... I wear my disguise well....
- am going to a Harry Potter fan convention this summer... without coming across as a total geek.
And I failed. Miserably.
Because then there's the Eurovision thing as well...
So she nowthinks knows I'm a nerd.
Ah well.
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I tried to explain to my colleague (the nice one) today why I
- have a Miss Piggy picture on my desk (with the quote: "don't mess with the pig") without coming across like a total geek or child: "well you see, on the internet I kinda have this nickname Piglet... It comes from Winnie the Pooh... I think, and Miss Piggy,... she's fabulous... she's a diva, I have my diva moments as well...". The diva comment was completely alien to my co-worker "You?! A diva!?" Muha... I wear my disguise well....
- am going to a Harry Potter fan convention this summer... without coming across as a total geek.
And I failed. Miserably.
Because then there's the Eurovision thing as well...
So she now
Ah well.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Festival
It's Rufus!!
And Mika!!
God help us, we're going to Werchter this year.
I've been to Torhout once. Yes, Torhout, look how old I am. I liked Torhout, but then I was 15. Of course I did. I was wearing black too-tight stretch jeans my hair was sprayed pink and I thought I looked amazingly cool. I think it was the 109th time Therapy performed there. And Pulp. And David Bowie (I saw him from far far away). And the Red Hot Chili Peppers (they should start counting the years they're not there). And Metal Molly! Who remembers Metal Molly?! Ah, fabulous.
And now it's Mika and Rufus. Definitely as fabulous.
I'll run away when it's time for the Icelandic Pixie though. She scares the living daylights out of me.
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It's Rufus!!
And Mika!!
God help us, we're going to Werchter this year.
I've been to Torhout once. Yes, Torhout, look how old I am. I liked Torhout, but then I was 15. Of course I did. I was wearing black too-tight stretch jeans my hair was sprayed pink and I thought I looked amazingly cool. I think it was the 109th time Therapy performed there. And Pulp. And David Bowie (I saw him from far far away). And the Red Hot Chili Peppers (they should start counting the years they're not there). And Metal Molly! Who remembers Metal Molly?! Ah, fabulous.
And now it's Mika and Rufus. Definitely as fabulous.
I'll run away when it's time for the Icelandic Pixie though. She scares the living daylights out of me.
Labels: music
Monday, April 09, 2007
Mister John Barrowman
I'm not a religious person, but lately... well, I've been slipping in my atheism. Might be the effects of Easter, I suppose. I've come to the realisation that John Barrowman ... is god. He is. He's funny, seems intelligent, outspoken (very, very outspoken. Check out this interview with Charlotte Church), gorgeous, he can act, dance, be a right meanie and charm the pants off everyone and everything.
Did I mention he was gorgeous?
I loved him in Dr Who (not literally -insert maniacal laughter here-), Torchwood and now he's one of the experts in "Any Dream Will Do". Sir Andrew Sir Lloyd of Webber's search for the lead role in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat". Think "Idols" but for one specific musical. With talent. And only boys. With Graham Norton!
Seeing him comfort some 50 boys who were cut from the competition was basically the one thing we tuned in for. The man is fantastic. Screw the search for Joseph, just give us John Barrowman's interaction with the candidates. (The boys all seem a bit full of themselves, to be honest)
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I'm not a religious person, but lately... well, I've been slipping in my atheism. Might be the effects of Easter, I suppose. I've come to the realisation that John Barrowman ... is god. He is. He's funny, seems intelligent, outspoken (very, very outspoken. Check out this interview with Charlotte Church), gorgeous, he can act, dance, be a right meanie and charm the pants off everyone and everything. Did I mention he was gorgeous?
I loved him in Dr Who (not literally -insert maniacal laughter here-), Torchwood and now he's one of the experts in "Any Dream Will Do". Sir Andrew Sir Lloyd of Webber's search for the lead role in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat". Think "Idols" but for one specific musical. With talent. And only boys. With Graham Norton!
Seeing him comfort some 50 boys who were cut from the competition was basically the one thing we tuned in for. The man is fantastic. Screw the search for Joseph, just give us John Barrowman's interaction with the candidates. (The boys all seem a bit full of themselves, to be honest)
Labels: tv
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
The end of the world
De bisschop van Namen (wie?) zegt over homoseksualiteit: "Ik spreek, net zoals Freud, over een seksualiteit die gestopt is met ontwikkelen. Dat weerhoudt me er niet van om respect te hebben voor homoseksuelen."
(hij ontkende dat hij ooit gezegd heeft dat "homoseksuelen abnormaal" zijn).
Een puntje van kritiek, Monseigneur. Als ik de toenmalige assistent psychoanalyse moet geloven, heeft Freud ofwel nooit gezegd dat jeanetterij abnormaal was, ofwel dat later terug ingetrokken.
Ik dank u.
En, Mijnheer de Bisschop, Freud was een product van de 19e eeuw. Die bovendien (ook?) zei dat vrouwen die enkel door clitorale stimulatie (alle jeanetten lopen nu gillend weg. "Eeeeeaak Girlparts!") konden klaarkomen, geen volwassen seksuele ontwikkeling hadden. Vindt u dat dan ook? Of weet u niet wat een clitoris is?
En een grote dank u aan Peter Vande Veire die deze morgen na het nieuws van 8 (toen verrukkelijke Sofie Lemaire het nieuwtje over de bisschop voorgelezen had), "the end of the world as we know it" van REM opdroeg aan de Monseigneur.
Gegierd van het lachen terwijl ik me voordien zat op te winden.
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De bisschop van Namen (wie?) zegt over homoseksualiteit: "Ik spreek, net zoals Freud, over een seksualiteit die gestopt is met ontwikkelen. Dat weerhoudt me er niet van om respect te hebben voor homoseksuelen."
(hij ontkende dat hij ooit gezegd heeft dat "homoseksuelen abnormaal" zijn).
Een puntje van kritiek, Monseigneur. Als ik de toenmalige assistent psychoanalyse moet geloven, heeft Freud ofwel nooit gezegd dat jeanetterij abnormaal was, ofwel dat later terug ingetrokken.
Ik dank u.
En, Mijnheer de Bisschop, Freud was een product van de 19e eeuw. Die bovendien (ook?) zei dat vrouwen die enkel door clitorale stimulatie (alle jeanetten lopen nu gillend weg. "Eeeeeaak Girlparts!") konden klaarkomen, geen volwassen seksuele ontwikkeling hadden. Vindt u dat dan ook? Of weet u niet wat een clitoris is?
En een grote dank u aan Peter Vande Veire die deze morgen na het nieuws van 8 (toen verrukkelijke Sofie Lemaire het nieuwtje over de bisschop voorgelezen had), "the end of the world as we know it" van REM opdroeg aan de Monseigneur.
Gegierd van het lachen terwijl ik me voordien zat op te winden.
Labels: queer
