Drooling

Ikea is fantastic. In case anyone'd forgotten. Mates who can install new video cards and who don't hit you when you go back to get a 50-cent plant are amazing too. We dropped by Auchan and I nearly got a heart attack when I saw the price at the till for my baguette and Knacki sausages. 31 Euro?? The man behind the till (and everyone else in the whole blood shop) noticed my horror because he quickly pointed to the other numbers on the till. Ah... Apparently the French still put everything both in Euro and in French francs.

The cats got a new scratching pole from their other slave (I'd say "mummy" but that's too sentimental on a screen) and I treated myself to hug-able sofa cushions. I didn't know they'd be excellent for hugging, but they are.

The Tv's arrived and nope, I don't feel guilty anymore. There are actual colours in my tv shows now, not just "dark" and "light" and "vaguely green" and "I thinkt that's red".
How weird though that when you offer delivery men something to drink they invariably go "oh no, it's much too early for me". Er... I meant water or something. "oh no, water, no, that's much too dangerous. Fish die in it".
Universal joke, apparently.

And the title of this post? It involves a vet visit, a tomcat (who's lost 1.8 kilos since August thank you very much, though that's beside the point), no answers and now another cat with the same symptoms. Looks like the delivery man might have a point after all. Perhaps the water *is* dangerous.

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Jay Leno, the sequel

For those of you not in the know, let me recap: Jay Leno is a complete and utter wanker. We knew that already. For those of you too lazy to click on the link below, here's why:

On Thursday, March 20, 2008, Jay Leno welcomed as his guest on The Tonight Show the actor Ryan Phillippe, who, early in his career, played a gay character on the daily soap One Life to Live. During the interview, Leno hounded Phillippe, telling him to look into the camera, pretend it was his "gay lover…Billy Bob," who "has just ridden in shirtless from Wyoming" (still milking the Brokeback jokes), and give it his "gayest look."
(from mygayestlook)

Yes, Jay, because that is funny. For those of you who feel I'm overreacting, try and replace "gayest look" with "blackest look" or "most Asian look". Not so funny now, is it.

This website is now urging everyone to send in *their* gayest look. Just to give Jay some insight in what a gay look actually is. If you've got a minute, do send your photo in. I'm just waiting for someone to hand me a camera so I can pose.
(If you scroll down far enough you might even discover some worldfamous dykie bloggers)

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Tosser

Jay Leno is a complete and utter wanker

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Here we are

Exactly five years and five months ago, she came to pick me up from my internship. She'd come on her ancient moped, it looked like it could fall apart any second. For that reason, and also because I was terrified of traveling at great speed with a traffic maniac at the wheel, I boycotted it and insisted we walk. So we walked, with her pushing the ancient -yet heavy- moped.
We sat on a bench in a park, in the rain, under my umbrella. We talked and talked until we were both frozen solid and I risked missing my last bus home. Then I kicked her into action with the ever romantic words "are we gonna snog any time soon?". And we had our first kiss. It was brilliant. Everything tingled.

Five years and five months later, she moved out the last of her stuff from our house.


I don't know how to disable haloscan comments, or else I would have.
Please don't comment to this post.

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Obviously

As preparation for the Eurovision Song Contest, I bought a new tv!

Let the guilt trip commence.

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Grof huisvuil

Rond 18u het groot huisvuil buiten gezet: een kapotte krabpaal in vier stukken (ja, grote ex-dikke poezen weet je wel), een vieze te kleine krabpaal-met-vlooien, een vieze vuilbak van de vorige huurder (ok, het mocht al vier jaar weg, maar het is pas nu grote kuis), een paar emmertjes, ballen en borstels van de vorige huurders (geen grapjes over lesbiennes en ballen, aub) en van die wegsmijtbloempotten.

Vier uur later blijven enkel de bloempotten, een stuk emmer en een bal of twee over.
Die mannen van de vuilkar zullen morgen gewoon géén werk meer hebben.

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Thanks

You can have an absolutely shit few months, and an absolutely shit week to top it all of, and then suddenly someone does something so incredibly sweet...
You brightened my day. Thanks.

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Do the test

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Adventures in cinema

Granted, it'd been a while since I'd been to the Multinational impersonal cinema complex, but things have deteriorated even further. Whether you want to our not, you will "pick" your seat when you reserve your ticket (and pay extra for it, because you didn't have the sense to book your seat from behind your pc at home), not an easy thing to do when three people are standing at three different terminals trying to pay for their tickets separately.
And -how handy- there's a mini supermarket attached to the cinema now. Before you can have your ticket scanned in, you're surrounded by books and DVDs, sweets, drinks (bargains at € 2.30 a bottle) and even sandwiches -for those of us who are health-conscious-.

It made me miss the days of standing in a queue in the rain, waiting for a rude cashier who asked to see your "student pass" when you paid cash (150 fr) for your cinema ticket. And they even came and sold drinks and snacks during the intermission. Yep, it even made me miss the intermission.

(And by the way, if you want to see a ridiculous, unrealistic, over the top film: do try "Untraceable")

- In other news: I've been feeling nauseated since Wednesday now. Let me make a deal with you, bacteria or virus, or whatever you are. You either make me really sick and then fuck off in a day's time. Or you stop making me "vaguely sick" right this minute. Thank you.-

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Harry Pottah

The last Harry Potter book (you know the one, the one that went on and on, offered crappy half-explanations for half of the stuff Rowling invented in the series and no explanations for the other half -the stuff Rowling had already forgotten about-) will be made into not one but two films.
So that'll be one film about camping (kinda National Geographic style I suppose), and one film about war. And love. Obviously.

If I have to watch a certain character's (fake! fake!) pensieve memories on the big screen, I think I might puke.
I don't know about you, but I can't wait for those two masterpieces.
/sarcasm.

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Come on (EDIT: Merlina)

I was going to blog something interesting. Something relevant, something serious. It came to me at work and I remember thinking to myself "I must remember this". It was even going to be in Dutch, because it was a Belgian thing.

I've forgotten it now. Obviously.
Anything interesting happen today? Anything blog-worthy?


EDIT: I remembered.
In hindsight it really wasn't all that interesting...
Here goes.

Ik las vandaag op de fantastische vrtnieuws.net (deredactiepuntbee-ee) dat Merlina binnenkort op DVD uitkomt.
Hoezee! En ook weer niet, want ik vrees dat -als ik nog eens een aflevering opnieuw zie- alle magie uit mijn kinderjaren volledig weg zal zijn. Ik ben er redelijk zeker van dat:
- De verhaallijnen belachelijk zullen zijn: Als kind al vond ik het bizar dat Sardonis altijd een masker droeg. Dat moet toch opvallen, zo'n kleine vent met een masker op straat in klaarlichte dag? En nooit kunnen ze hem pakken
- Ann, Pol et les autres heel slecht zullen acteren (noem het een voorgevoel)
- Het tempo van de serie de snelheid van een slak aan de xanax zal evenaren
- Ik constant ga zitten denken, 'moeten die gasten niet gaan werken? Hebben die nu niets beters te doen?'
Ik reken erop dat de rood-met-witte-stippen auto van Merlina alles weer goed maakt. En de parafix (ook al hebben die klote-fixkes het woord "parafix" voor altijd verpest voor mij).

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Belgium's entry for Eurovision 2008

She didn't make it.
Neither did he.

Thank god those wankers of Paranoiacs didn't make it either.
Or that other one.

And even though they didn't even make it into the final, I quite liked her and even her fake Balkan-beats.

This, however, did make it:





(You can read some reactions here. Looks like the rest of Europe isn't as ecstatic as we are.)

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dream a little dream

Apparently one of the more unfortunate side effects of working full-time again is the fact that I've dreamt about work for over a week now. Not nightmare-material, but still bloody annoying.
I'll get used to it again. I got a positive evaluation on Workplace 1, and Workplace 2 will consist of a lot of Teh Drama. Excellent.

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Ian

When I heard Ian Paisley on the radio news this morning, I was in absolute shock. He'd said something like "There's no denying that the Northern Ireland of today is a much better Northern Ireland than it was in the past" and I thought he actually sounded *sensible*.
"Ian Paisley" and "sensible" in the same sentence, it's enough to shock anyone awake on a Wednesday morning.
But then of course I read this article in which he says "Unionists are no longer protesting against a London/Dublin deal with which we have no truck, We are inside the building administering British rule over Northern Ireland."
Yes... that sounds much more like him.

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Clinton

The Democratic election is getting more and more ugly. Or are they full of crap?

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Reclaam

Is het Belgacom TV? Of nog iets anders?
Die reclame voor "Spiderman Tree" "Pirates of the Carribean Tree" en meer van dat. Ik wist zelfs niet dat Spiderman zo'n belangrijke boom *had*.

En in toneelland ben ik nu gepromoveerd tot de verleidster. Of wat had u gedacht.

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Breaking Eurovision news

In a shocking turn of events the UK is sending something decent to Eurovision this year! No camp, no flight attentands, no slutty girls, nothing plain bizarre... a normal, decent soulful song. I think there might even be instruments, that's how shocking this is!

Thankfully, we can still rely on Latvia who are sending "Wolves of the sea", a pirate-themed song sung in pirate outfits, with gorgeous lyrics like "we are rooobbing you blind"
Have a look:

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