Happy 2008!

Today is my last chance to bring this month's score in blogposts up to scratch, though unless you expect divine intervention it should not be counted on. Right now might be a good time to make my new year's resolutions known, but since I've never been able to hold on to even one, I might as well not bother this year or any of the next. Have a happy 2008, everyone! I probably won't but if two people can be happy for the unhappiness of just person that's a very fair balance.

A sign of the times

And grave they may be.


Either I or the world must have gone mad, if the least blogative of my friends manage a higher post-per-week score than me. But what have I to say?

There are of course the occasional sex fantasies starring alternatingly Mr. Gorgeous and Fishstick and sometimes both.
My younger sister has landed herself a new boyfriend, who though not my type may find little resistance in getting my approval for the match; he looks decent, he looks forward to meeting us (a sure sign of madness, which I cannot but like) and will soon enter the army (read: will soon be a man in uniform).
And last but not least it's the holiday season, if nothing else I should be wishing every single reader joy and uhm merriness.

Some christmas gift

Yesterday, I had a little celebration with my housemates. Among a lot of other things I got a three part gift with some good advice*, some friendly testimonials and a tease. Though it did little to make me feel good about myself, it brought a smile to my face, in fact, if I remember correctly it even made me laugh.

Were it not very early in the christmas season yet and had I not been given a disco-light rubber ducky it might have qualified as the bestestest present ever.

* known publically as The sunscreen Speech

Politics Explained

FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.

BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and put them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both of them and shoots you.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.

PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbours try to take the cows and kill you.

LIBERTARIAN/ANARCHO-CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

Originally found hereabouts.

Girls=Evil

Now, all I have to do is get myself classified as a girl. Yooiee.

Will you marry me?

You've heard that correctly: I've been proposed to. So far we've agreed on one thing only and that is that we had better not get married. Joy is me.

Penguins

While discussing plans for the future, I let slip that I would very much like to move to the very South of New Zealand and never come back. Somewhat offended (I think) a friend said" But then you will be as far away as possible from us" To which I replied: "Yes, but as close as I can get to penguins." She did not seem to think the relative distance to penguins at all important for anybodies happiness and well-being. Which only goes to show; love her though I do, she will never understand me.

Why don't you write me?

Contemplating how long it has been since I wrote a letter and concluding that I haven't been writing letters because I have received none to answer, I thought" Hey, why not blog about it?"

Onlu, now that I've strted there's little to say. Only the question in the title remains. WHY don't you write me? It's not as if I'm asking you like (let alone love) me too.

P.S. Has anybody else noted the surprisingly high amount of pop-lyrics-inspired post titles?

Fishsticks on my mind

Dig out the stars,
holes in the sky,
I don't really live,
so I can't really die.

Breadcrumbs on the table,
fishsticks on my mind,
still in love with an alien
I must be deaf and blind.

(work in progress)

Please check www. popomundo.com

You'll always find me in the kitchen at parties...

even the parties I throw myself.

So we had a little celebration yesterday, enjoying ourselves for no apparent reason other than the back-in-Belgiumness of a very dear friend and the lack of government. Of course I disappeared feeling utterly miserable after the stuffing myself with paëlla and welcoming everyone in-phase. Of course two fellow party-members (hihi) thought it necessary to sneak up the stairs and catch me red-handed in the act of throwing facebook-chickens in people's faces. Of course they got me back in the dance hall/ living room within seconds; Of course this didn't improve my mood quite the contrary. Of course I wondered (even aloud) why, oh why I came up with the idea of a six-months since we went voting-party. Of course I went to bed too late, much too late. Of course I'm utterly miserable not in the least because I'm still in love. And I know, yes, I know of course I know that I shouldn't be typing this, not were everyone can read it.

It's complicated

Sometimes you don't know what you want until it's too late to ask. Thank puffy clouds I realised in time someone to be my "it's complicated" on FaceBook is exactly what I want.

Ear Piercing Shrieks (picture)

There you go. Look closely for the new new holes in my ears.

Not Rudolph then...

You Are Comet

A total daredevil, you're the reindeer with an edge! Why You're Naughty: You almost gave Santa a heart attack when you took him sky diving Why You're Nice: You always make sure the sleigh is going warp speed

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

Dag Sinterklaas

I can easily guess to whom I owe the pleasure of finding sweets in my shoes this morning and I would very much like to dedicate this youtube clip to the person concerned.

Erik De Bruyn

Admittingly, he may not be so very handsome, nor as charismatic as I nearly made you believe, that what he has to say attracts me enough.

Silence

I should write something. But there's only one thing I can think off and it won't cheer anyone. Least of all myself. And if that were my only source of grief I could be counted among the cheerful still. However sooner or later you'll want to know and resistance is futile against your tricks and allurements. Remember only that it's not whom you think it is, and don't talk to me about it, forget you ever read it.

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