Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
A boat
It's not bad enough that I have to go on teambuilding things. Oh no. I have to go on teambuilding-things on a fucking boat! In a storm! With hailstones and lightning and everything. An open tiny boat, not some kind of yacht or cruise thingie either.
Oh alright, so the storm was kind of exciting.
And half of my colleagues weren't so bad (The other half however... Yet again, I was in an episode of The Office and I kept making faces at the imaginary camera... 't was a bit odd when one of my colleagues caught me).
But now I'm tired, cranky and my lips are dry and cracked.
There!
|
It's not bad enough that I have to go on teambuilding things. Oh no. I have to go on teambuilding-things on a fucking boat! In a storm! With hailstones and lightning and everything. An open tiny boat, not some kind of yacht or cruise thingie either.
Oh alright, so the storm was kind of exciting.
And half of my colleagues weren't so bad (The other half however... Yet again, I was in an episode of The Office and I kept making faces at the imaginary camera... 't was a bit odd when one of my colleagues caught me).
But now I'm tired, cranky and my lips are dry and cracked.
There!
Labels: teambuilding, work
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Ooops
I should change my name to "She Who Sleeps Through Fire". There was a huge fire last night (no one got hurt, thankfully)
Right. Behind. Our. House.
Seriously.
What did I do?
I slept. And dreamt of sirens.
'What a weird dream' I thought, but I credited it to the fact that I'd passed an accident (and ambulances) yesterday afternoon.
The Girlfriend tells me she heard siren after siren speed through our street last night.
Never noticed a thing.
This morning I turn on the radio "big fire in funeral parlour in I.". 'Imagine if that had happened in the funeral parlour here! My god, I'd be terrified.' I thought.
Coming downstairs I noticed it smelled a little burned, but I just blamed the cats. (It's always handy to blame cats for everything). When I let the cats out in the "garden" they were staring at the trees behind the house. I thought they saw a bird. (I can be very oblivious if I want to)
I get out the front door, and suddenly there's smoke and a policewoman at the end of the street.
Yep.
That's when I found out it was the funeral parlour right behind our house.
Can I blame it on the fact that I don't sleep enough and my braincells don't start working till 10am?
Heard on the news today that half our street was evacuated.
It was? Seriously?!
Well.. let's just hope that if there ever *is* real danger, the firemen smash in a window. The doorbell alone just won't do. We'll sleep through anything, apparently.
(apart from the extreme silliness of it all, it's also pretty scary something like that can happen not 100metres from my house and I'll just sleep through it. If the fire had gone on to our house, I'd never have noticed until it was too late... at least for the cats. Yikes.)
|
I should change my name to "She Who Sleeps Through Fire". There was a huge fire last night (no one got hurt, thankfully)
Right. Behind. Our. House.
Seriously.
What did I do?
I slept. And dreamt of sirens.
'What a weird dream' I thought, but I credited it to the fact that I'd passed an accident (and ambulances) yesterday afternoon.
The Girlfriend tells me she heard siren after siren speed through our street last night.
Never noticed a thing.
This morning I turn on the radio "big fire in funeral parlour in I.". 'Imagine if that had happened in the funeral parlour here! My god, I'd be terrified.' I thought.
Coming downstairs I noticed it smelled a little burned, but I just blamed the cats. (It's always handy to blame cats for everything). When I let the cats out in the "garden" they were staring at the trees behind the house. I thought they saw a bird. (I can be very oblivious if I want to)
I get out the front door, and suddenly there's smoke and a policewoman at the end of the street.
Yep.
That's when I found out it was the funeral parlour right behind our house.
Can I blame it on the fact that I don't sleep enough and my braincells don't start working till 10am?
Heard on the news today that half our street was evacuated.
It was? Seriously?!
Well.. let's just hope that if there ever *is* real danger, the firemen smash in a window. The doorbell alone just won't do. We'll sleep through anything, apparently.
(apart from the extreme silliness of it all, it's also pretty scary something like that can happen not 100metres from my house and I'll just sleep through it. If the fire had gone on to our house, I'd never have noticed until it was too late... at least for the cats. Yikes.)
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Dear Everyone,
We're having federal elections in Belgium today. Election days are days when my blood pressure goes up and up and up. Not very amusing. And it looks as if today will be just as bad. I've just seen that our local ex-judo-coach is doing quite well so far (but that might just be overhere, cos he's from around here). The greens don't seem to be getting their 5 percent and the left is losing. So are the liberals, but I generally don't cry for liberals, unless of course -like now- the votes go tohypocrites christian democrats, ex-judo coaches and fascists racist bastards.
If those christian conservative arseholes so much as utter a single word about restrictions to gay adoptive rights (they haven't so far, but I trust them about as far as I can throw them) I'm starting a revolution.
So far, the fascists aren't gaining too many votes. Which is... well, victory is far from it, but it's still better than expected.
Ah. It's way too early to tell yet. When the full results are in we might find that the fascist have 50%, the ex-judo idiot 25% and the others a mere 25%.
Then I'm moving, and I'm taking The Girlfriend and my sweet feline monsters with me.
I would like to apologise in advance for the notoriously bad voting choices my compatriots have made. I blame it on lead poisoning, a bitter constitution, the fact that voting is obligatory here (so people vote without thinking) and mental illness.
*tries to avoid the internet and television but knows she'll be drawn to it like a moth to a flame*
|
We're having federal elections in Belgium today. Election days are days when my blood pressure goes up and up and up. Not very amusing. And it looks as if today will be just as bad. I've just seen that our local ex-judo-coach is doing quite well so far (but that might just be overhere, cos he's from around here). The greens don't seem to be getting their 5 percent and the left is losing. So are the liberals, but I generally don't cry for liberals, unless of course -like now- the votes go to
If those christian conservative arseholes so much as utter a single word about restrictions to gay adoptive rights (they haven't so far, but I trust them about as far as I can throw them) I'm starting a revolution.
So far, the fascists aren't gaining too many votes. Which is... well, victory is far from it, but it's still better than expected.
Ah. It's way too early to tell yet. When the full results are in we might find that the fascist have 50%, the ex-judo idiot 25% and the others a mere 25%.
Then I'm moving, and I'm taking The Girlfriend and my sweet feline monsters with me.
I would like to apologise in advance for the notoriously bad voting choices my compatriots have made. I blame it on lead poisoning, a bitter constitution, the fact that voting is obligatory here (so people vote without thinking) and mental illness.
*tries to avoid the internet and television but knows she'll be drawn to it like a moth to a flame*
Labels: politics
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Tsjeven
Een kwartier Leterme op de radio en kwaad dat ik ben! Kwaad! Tsjeef! Tsjeef! Oppertsjeef!!
"Goh, euthanasie, we zijn daar niet voor. Die wet is er nu en die mag er blijven. Maar eigenlijk hadden we liever dat, allez... artsen kunnen zich beroepen op artikel zoveel uit het strafwetboek waardoor ze via dat en dat achterpoortje dan toch niet vervolgd zouden worden mochten ze het toch doen. Eventueel. Misschien. Maar niet doen eh!"
God damn!
Lief, hou me weg van televisie en internet zondag. Ik zou wel eens bij-zon-der pissig kunnen worden.
En great, herinner me net dat ik bij de VlaamsBlok-schoonfamilie langsmoet zondag. That'll be fun...
|
Een kwartier Leterme op de radio en kwaad dat ik ben! Kwaad! Tsjeef! Tsjeef! Oppertsjeef!!
"Goh, euthanasie, we zijn daar niet voor. Die wet is er nu en die mag er blijven. Maar eigenlijk hadden we liever dat, allez... artsen kunnen zich beroepen op artikel zoveel uit het strafwetboek waardoor ze via dat en dat achterpoortje dan toch niet vervolgd zouden worden mochten ze het toch doen. Eventueel. Misschien. Maar niet doen eh!"
God damn!
Lief, hou me weg van televisie en internet zondag. Ik zou wel eens bij-zon-der pissig kunnen worden.
En great, herinner me net dat ik bij de VlaamsBlok-schoonfamilie langsmoet zondag. That'll be fun...
Labels: politics
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Sleidinge!
Vanavond op StuBru's Lineup: het ultieme festival van de mensen (de patiënten? Het personeel?) van de psychiatrie in Sleidinge.
Klassiekers als "Iedereen is gek behalve jij", "Meds" (baby, did you forget to take your meds...) van Placebo, Can't live in a living room, enzoverder.
Fantastisch.
Ik wil daar ook gaan werken!
|
Vanavond op StuBru's Lineup: het ultieme festival van de mensen (de patiënten? Het personeel?) van de psychiatrie in Sleidinge.
Klassiekers als "Iedereen is gek behalve jij", "Meds" (baby, did you forget to take your meds...) van Placebo, Can't live in a living room, enzoverder.
Fantastisch.
Ik wil daar ook gaan werken!
Labels: music
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Evanescence (2)
No, I haven't killed myself. Throwing myself off the first floor-balcony of the Lotto Arena wasn't that effective, since it was hardly two metres above the ground. They were on to me!
All day on Sunday I felt a bit giddy at my colourful outfit. After much debating with the girlfriend she allowed me to wear a dark green t-shirt (grmbl) with a pink design. I'm such a rebel, I thought, I'll stick out like a sore thumb. Yeah right. Fakers, the lot of them. A vampire-wannabe here and there, but mostly ... just ordinary folk. I guess this is where everyone says "they're just a commercial silly pop group, you idiot". Yes yes. But still, I'd expected some more dedication from their loyal fans.
Ah well. At least the concert wasn't half as bad as I'd imagined.
Though I missed some theatrical costume changes. I'm used to those you see.
|
No, I haven't killed myself. Throwing myself off the first floor-balcony of the Lotto Arena wasn't that effective, since it was hardly two metres above the ground. They were on to me!
All day on Sunday I felt a bit giddy at my colourful outfit. After much debating with the girlfriend she allowed me to wear a dark green t-shirt (grmbl) with a pink design. I'm such a rebel, I thought, I'll stick out like a sore thumb. Yeah right. Fakers, the lot of them. A vampire-wannabe here and there, but mostly ... just ordinary folk. I guess this is where everyone says "they're just a commercial silly pop group, you idiot". Yes yes. But still, I'd expected some more dedication from their loyal fans.
Ah well. At least the concert wasn't half as bad as I'd imagined.
Though I missed some theatrical costume changes. I'm used to those you see.
Labels: awful music
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Evanescence
Tomorrow is E-day. Evanescence day. The Girlfriend is so preoccupied with Marija Serifovic these days that I've not had to listen to a note of depression-inducing music in months (well, apart from Rufus now and again). So let's just say I'm not in "the zone" yet, since I still want to live.
For tomorrow I'm debating whether to wear my fuchsia, red, yellow or Pet Shop Boys t-shirt to the concert. Should be a laugh. And hey, I'll be easy to notice.
I'm secretly hoping The Girlfriend will go wild with eyeliner, though....
|
Tomorrow is E-day. Evanescence day. The Girlfriend is so preoccupied with Marija Serifovic these days that I've not had to listen to a note of depression-inducing music in months (well, apart from Rufus now and again). So let's just say I'm not in "the zone" yet, since I still want to live.
For tomorrow I'm debating whether to wear my fuchsia, red, yellow or Pet Shop Boys t-shirt to the concert. Should be a laugh. And hey, I'll be easy to notice.
I'm secretly hoping The Girlfriend will go wild with eyeliner, though....
Labels: awful music
