Here we go again

It's nearly May, so that means Eurovision Season is upon us! (yes, with capital letters, obviously)

The preview of the Eurovision final (well, the five countries we know that will be in the final: France, Spain, the UK, Germany and Russia) are up on the big old Eurovision site. I know I could have added Turkey, Armenia, Ukraine and two thirds of former Yugoslavia to this preview (because we all know they'll end up there), but I thought I'd keep it fresh and exciting. No?

De Werf

Wat ik me gisteren zat af te vragen bij het bekijken van Mijn Restoroh... hoe zou het nog zijn met Fanny en Nele die indertijd De Werf gewonnen hebben.

(Ja, ik denk soms aan rare dingen)

Ouch

The house needs to be vacuumed. The cats are shedding hairs, it's April, it's getting warmer... all to be expected.
Only one problem though: the dustbag in our vacuum cleaner is full. The thing is sputtering and smelling like... dust whenever you hit the "on" button.
And it's a new vacuum, we bought it with the bag inside and I just had to plug it in and have fun with it (as much fun as one can have while vacuuming, but I'm easily amused). Now though... I can't find the manual and I haven't got a clue how to replace the bag. No fresh bag = no vacuuming + three cats shedding hair = ...

Help.

Gathering storm

Ah right-winged America and their idiocy when it comes to the "protection of marriage". Because we all know horrible, bad things will happen once we allow gays and lesbians to marry each other (well, the lesbians marry lesbians and the gays marry gays), bad things like... like... well, listen to them.


Here are some of the best responses.
Have one on me just to balance it out.

mmmm

I just sampled Ritter Sport chocolate for the very first time.

Ritter sport with hand selected whole hazelnuts.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Dour!

Pet Shop Boys will be headlining the Dour Festival in Belgium on Saturday, July 18th.

Waaaaaaaaaaah!
I'll have to brush up on my French. And find out how to get there.

It's becoming a yearly habit, Pet Shop Boys on a Belgian festival.

Grmbl

I've had a shit day, so have some Dr Horrible

Lost

While I'm *finally* getting to the end of "Darkly Dreaming Dexter", a present from the Girlfriend ages ago (I've become rather crap at reading books).... I've completely lost the Girlfriend to her new obsession: those Twilight books.
"I'm tired, let's head for bed... or! Or! Or! We could read a little bit."

That was 30 minutes ago. The candles have been blown out, my snacks for work tomorrow are ready, my breakfast is on the table (I like to sleep as long as possible in the mornings, yes) and the cats are fed.
I'm at my computer, waiting.
The Girlfriend is lost in her book.

Strolling

The Girlfriend and I went for a stroll by the seaside today. A brilliant afternoon. We gazed at crazy people who went into the water in their underwear (we were wearing our wellies and winter coats), crazy dogs, the idiocy that keeps breeding (and breeding, and breeding, and breeding) and the sea. The sea -even the grey Belgian one- is quite amazing if you ask me.

We're eating scampi tonight. :-)

Blood

We could hear a lot of cleaning going on outside as we were lying in bed this morning. Odd, yes, but we didn't think much of it.

Until we went outside and next-door's lesbian daughter (who visits her mum a couple of times a week and always finds the time to flirt with us me) told us why. There was blood everywhere, apparently. She warned us we'd have to get out the bleach as well. Blood everywhere? seeing as neither of us is pretty observant when we've not been up for long, we didn't notice a thing. Until we got back. And yes, there were drops of blood on the pavement, a stripe of blood on the wall and drops on our garage. Half the street had cleaned "their" strip of pavement and the ones that hadn't, also had blood stains on them.

And no-one heard a thing last night.

I just hope we didn't wash away forensic evidence. I wouldn't want to get Taggart on my neck.

Did I mention

I hate April Fool's Day.
Good April fool's jokes are rare. Usually they're an excuse for unfunny people to be even unfunnier.

There. So much for Piglet's grumblings.