Monday, February 28, 2005
This train... all aboard
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to goJohn fuckin' Denver
As I've told ya all, I'm leaving for a holiday kind of thing tomorrow. So if you don't see me online, don't panic! I'll be back.
Friday, February 25, 2005
One more thing
Ehm... there was this one thing I thought I had to mention. But guess what? I forgot. So here's a little addition.
So this night I saw 28 Days. Nice enough movie. Enjoyed it quite a bit. And that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Sandra Bullock played the lead. Nothing at all whatsoever.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing
So it's a thursdaynight, it's eleven thirty in the pm, and I'm sitting at home. Not quite what you'd call they usual day-by-day. But I got a pretty good excuse, or so I think.
Ever since my renewed volleyball experience exactly a week ago, I haven't been my old self. First I was just toying around with aching muscles, but after that I steadily cultivated some minor feverishness, a major case of the sniffles and a cold that this morning actually got to my voice. Now some people wouldn't actually mind it all that much that my voice isn't working properly, but I find it annoying as hell.
So when I a) haven't been feeling all too well for a couple of days, b) haven't shown up at work for the last two days, and c) haven't shown up at this weeks episode in the renewed volleyball experience, I don't think it's a smart move to sit in a bar drinking beer. 's Ochtends geen vent, 's avonds geen vent. Or something like that.
In other news, I got a big week (well, sorta) coming up. On monday I've got contract re-negotiations, on tuesday I take the train to Brussels and stay there until thursday. Thursday I take the train to Liege (Luik, if you prefer), and stay there until the next day, when I take the train to Melleux-Hotton, which is about 11 kilometers from my final destination of that day: Blier.
In other words, for the biggest part of next week I'll be in Belgium, doing god knows what. Haven't planned much (I can't say that I haven't planned anything, 'cause that would be a big fat lie), so I'll see what I'll end up doing. Trying to stay away from computers / the Internet is high on my priority list :)
And if you're able to decipher the title, you know what kind of phase I'm in at the moment.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
I'm about as giddy as a giggling little schoolgirl gets when it comes to be a giggling giddy little schoolgirl.
To me, being a collector is all about the Holy Grail principle. Whatever it is that you're collecting, there's always that one thing that you'd like to have, but can't have for any number of reasons, of which availability is the most likely. And notice that I said availability rather than money, for I think that it goes without saying that limited availability of sought after items (what's usually the case with Holy Grails) leads to higher costs.
So by now, those of you that don't know me at all got two questions. The answer to the first one is official copies of all songs ever recorded in the studio by Meat Loaf. Those of you that know me at least a very little bit just wonder what I got, what this Holy Grail is.
In 1973 Meat Loaf made his first recording of a song by Jim Steinman. "More Than You Deserve". From the musical with the same name. And while he was at it, he recorded another song, the Blind Faith track "Presence Of The Lord". Smack on on the A-side, the other on the B-side, and you got yourself a single. Due to some weird stuff, that single never got released, and reportedly, only a few copies were send out to radio-stations.
Take one wild guess what I snatched off of eBay just this morning.
So is there anything left that can function as a new Grail? Sure there is. I'm still looking for a copy of the Popcorn Blizzard "Once Upon A Time" / "Hello" single. About 5000 copies were printed and sold in the Michigan area of the USA in the late 1960s. Got one for me?
Saturday, February 19, 2005
- Sometimes, every once in a gazillion eaons, Pjotr is thoughtful. Or whatever it was I promised to say. He is.
- No, Arie, I haven't been in Brutus. We waved in passing earier. Or am I now assuming wrong assumptions on your behalf?
- But I must confess that I at least thought about going after Pjotr went to do something which can't be properly described as 'dancing'.
- "Maybe what if it could be / The way I wish it really was / Maybe I don't want to see it / The way it really is."
- Re: the weird stuff—sometimes drunk guestimates, late-night (or was it early morning) phonecalls and flawed assumptions go a long way.
- As confessed earlier: my condion equals that of a wet paper towel.
- The answer to the question "What part of my body hurts the most?" (which is entirely co-incidentally also the title of a potentially great Steinsong) would be my arms.
- And while the song goes, "Is it my arms? Always reaching out but you're never there", that isn't quite the case here. It's just because I haven't played volleyball for four years, and now my lower-arms are all black, blue and bruised.
- But other then that, I am still quite happy with my performance. It wasn't quite that bad for someone who hasn't played for a couple of years.
- After part III, which should be ready whenever Dappie decides to take some action in this matter (or until we're fed up with waiting), there should come a part IV ("The Best Of The Würst"), a part V ("The 1st Ever-So-Often Jubilee Edition") and a part V.I ("The Least Worst Of The Previous 5 Parts").
- Or so we thought.
- But that was after we've consumed some intoxicating beverages.
- Which is to say, beer.
- And if you don't close your
li-tags properly, you have to edit your post.
- Which goes to show that maybe posting at this particular moment wasn't that much of a good idea.
- But then again, me and bright idea's? Not after some beer.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Another sappy love song
I could tell you that I needed you
Right from the very start
That moment when you walked in the room
Was the one that stole my heart
I could tell you that I want you
That I would never let you go
And no matter who's in your presence
You'll always steal the show
I could tell you that I love you
That would not be a lie
And you'd bring on the heartbreak
If you'd ever tell me goodbye
But I could never tell you that
My words would come out wrong
And there's no way I'm gonna write
Just another sappy love song
I could say I want you
Give you all the stars at night
I would read you pretty poetry
And forever hold you tight
I could say that I'd need you
For all that magic that you do
With every movement of your body
And those pretty eyes o' blue
I could say that I love you
Like I have never loved before
And that I'll never stop doing that
Until I won't breathe anymore
But I could never tell you that
So I'll just dream along
And maybe one day I'll write it down
In another sappy love song
Saturday, February 12, 2005
M-O-O-N, that spells weird.
When I come across such vast quantities of unusual stuff (well, to me, at least) as I did last night, on one night, I tend to call it weird. M-O-O-N, that spells weird, laws yes.
But since the chances that you, my dear reader (or anyone for that matter), will believe me when I tell you what exactly happened are about as high as, say, someone stepping up to me and appoint me lord and high-ruler of the galaxy, I won't even bother typing it down.
Just trust me when I say that it was weird. M-O-O-N. That spells weird. Laws yes!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Hold the freakin' presses!
Yes, this is (for as long as it lasts) the reinstatement of the obligatory thursdaynight posting.
And please, do notice the care with which I strongly suggest that this might be a very short rebirth.
Because, and I hope the presses are still being held, I just put my money where my mouth has been a couple of times in the not too distant past. For the last year I've been toying with the idea to take up volleyball again, and just a mere half hour ago, I made the actual first step, and mailed someone about it. Okay, I agree, it's not that much of a big deal, but still, I did do something.
One of the questions I get a lot, but not as much as that question, is if I play basketball. Which I don't. And to be brutally honest, I suck at it. Big time. Because my condition isn't all that, and I throw like the proverbial girl.
And that's why I like volleyball. Ehm, that's why I like to play it. I find that watching it bores me to hell, but I enjoy playing it quite a bit. You don't need to run up and down the field all the time. I don't suck at it. Not that I'm good at it or anything, but I have had my moments. And when I didn't have such a moment, I still got about the right size for it.
But by now you might wonder as to why that would affect the semi-obligatory thursdaynight posting. Well, apart from the fact that thursdaynight is Josef-night, it also seems to become volleyball-night, which leaves me with a lot less time to come up with interesting stories like this one.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Change of plans
Like Arie, I too feel that some songs on the up coming Part III need some explanation as too why I chose them.
But I'm not be posting that before the CD is distributed, and they've had the change to think about it for themselves.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Or to use another cliché, I had the time of life. It was about ten past twelve when Arie and I left for downtown Amersfoort. First we went to Long John, a new Irish pub, to see what's it would be like. I hadn't been there jet, and Arie only in an intoxicated state, so he couldn't really be sure what it was like. Well, it wasn't bad. but it wasn't all that happening either.
So after a few beers, went to Brutus, another bar just half a block away. We were greeted by Lars, and, to my suprise, Marijke (she used to be one class below mine while I was studying Mediatechnology) who stood on the other side of the bar. We talked for a bit, and I found out she just recently graduated too, and she's a B.eng. too. And to earn some money, she's a bartender, amongst some temporary jobs.
Since the students Mediatechnology was mostly a male, I tended to notice the few women around. And to me, for one reason or another, Marijke always stood out. So you could imagine my shock when I found out that Arie hadn't the faintest hint of a clue who she was.
But in order to prevent the disruption of the natural order of being, I went on being my usual self, and had an enlightening conversation with Arie.
It was about ten to four (in the morning) when we were warned that we would be kicked out in aproximatly ten minutes. So we finished whatever drink we had left, and prepared to leave.
And just as we were about to leave, we were offered to stay a bit longer. Which we did. Sat around with the staff, and some of the regulars, and talked about everything and nothing at all. We finally left at about five.
To summarize, at least I had the time of my life, and wouldn't mind a rerun of this night at all.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Ik was vergeten
Over here in The Netherlands, we have this saying that the soup is never eaten as hot as it's served. Which, of course, also applies on the post I made on wednesday.
In other news, I went and saw Ren Lenny Ren, the new show by Acda en De Munnik. It's not that it was particulary bad or so, but some cutting and shaving at the scenes inbetween the songs would make it a much better show. I mean, there's nothing wrong with a show being deep and stuff, but here they sometimes got a bit lost in the deep end, so to speak.
But still, I enjoyed the show quite a bit. The songs were good (but that was no surprise), and while some of the singers didn't do anything at all for me, Carice van Houten did surprise in a very positive way me with her version of Ik Was Vergeten. Bring on the DVD.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Drunk and won't remember
Thank some hypothetical Dude up there that some people won't remember what they did just tonight.
I mean, come on!
It's not that I didn't know that people can be real arses when they're drunk. 'Cause I knew that already. But for the love of all that's bright and shiny, why is it that when some of these people become so utterly intoxicated they can't even form logical sentences, they call me? So this, well, drunk fuck seems to be about the right sentiment at the moment, called me. Long story short, he had locked himself out. And you might be utterly grateful that I just gave you the short version, because I still can only just barely grasp the uncomprehensible incoherentness of the long version. Just for dramatic purposes, once again: he has locked himself out.
Or at least, that's his story.
My version is somewhat different. Look, when someone lives in the same building as me, calls me up, and I (think I) understand that said person has locked himself out, I don't have a problem to buzz him in. But when someone who arguably has locked himself out is able to produce his keys, I say said person is just too pissed to put his key in the appropriate hole. So what do I do? I take his keys, march him across the building, open his front door, usher him inside, and after being told that he loves me for the umpteenth time, I march off.
Only to have another rather drunk person arrive not too long after that. Who really shouldn't complain that other people are (to make an understatement) annoying when they're drunk. 'Cause he's got a gift for that to.
So all in all, I'm glad I didn't join them for a fieldtrip to the brewer's, 'cuz I think that those two would have gotten too far under my skin for their liking.
PS: I'm pretty sure I will get some comments about this, 'cause my guestimate is that they agree with my side of the story.
PPS: And the title of this post (that I edited in after I forgot to add one before I hitted the submit button) is the title of a song that didn't make it to the "Grote 700MB Audio CD". Just a FYI.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
So I lied
When I said I was finished, apperently, I lied. Well, it wasn't really lying, it was just that I wasn't completely happy with my selection. So I changed it a bit. I'm still not 100% happy with it, but it'll have to do.
So what did I do? I faded the end of a live version out so you don't have to listen to the band introductions, I replaced a song with another song, and I added two more. Which brings the statistics to 33 songs, 2h36m14s, 173MB.
Updates with yesterday's warning still applying: Golden Earring - Angel * Jim Steinman ft. Rory Dodd - Surf's Up * T-Rex - Children Of The Revolution (and I edited yesterday's post to reflect the changes)
So that's really it, cross my heart and hope to die: no more changes from me.
Unless it turns out that I lied again, but in that case, some people are just being lazy and not doing their job. Unless I'm just a sneaky bastard, in which case it's all my fault. I'll shut up now.