Jogging

Is it me or is everyone trying really really hard to keep/get in shape while the somewhat unfamiliar warmish weather lasts? I did notice a fair amount of runners and walkers making laps along the riverside nearby my homestead.

Quote #34

Men are like roses. Watch out for all the pricks.

Only too true. Curtesy of ...

Pirate Sign Language

Please memorise by tomorrow.

What I wanted...

• a Kindle
• a Mont Blanc pen (possibly the gift I'd have to buy myself)
• a better, bigger bed
• you, all wrapped up in a red ribbon
• golden stilleto's
• a D&D battle grid
• a classic type writer
• a kitchen apron
• classic fancy stationary
• a giant cake
• new dice
• lots and lots of hugs

Buccaneer Chickens

May I remind everyone to print his/her pirate glossary in time for the grogfest coming september 19th?! This may serve you well. This too.

And of course you must visit around here, eventually.

The beginning of a new schoolyear

Safe destruction of the earth, my accidental hit by traffic, or having to work overtime; I'll have my very first lesson of the year this evening and I can't tell how I look forward to it. It isn't near as exciting as it was last year when I started my artistic exploration but ...

I guess we'll see and in the meanwhile; let's have fun.

A thousand tunes and colours

As I walked to work this morning I felt like a thousand sond humming, but now that I have a tool for textprocessing at my disposal not a single line of lyric pops up. My just reward I suppose for being ever so preoccupied.

In fact this wasn't going to be about music but about painting, I've finally enrolled in a 10-hours a week course and I'm thrilled. Positively thrilled AND excited.

I hope that as always this blog will not slow down under my new activities but instead that the development of one sort of creativity may spur my creative writing onwards to equal or higher heights.

note to self: You are indeed in need of more practice in writing also; this English of yours is abominable.

I scream for Ice Cream

I looked very much forward to that meeting/date and still ... the only feeling is that of despair. I suppose this will teach me not to get my hopes up.

How to be happy.

For a future reference: Read the Fucking Manual!

And also; bake! Pie- if ingrdients galore. Cake- when ingredients are scarce. Bread- when your knuckles are in need of punching something very hard and repeatedly.

Warning or...?

The stalker-saga continues, this time however no sweets under my pillow but a rather morbid gift; a carnivorous plant. Is this some touching gesture wantig to keep my sleep free from insectoid buzzing and my blood safe from mosquitoes or a warning?

Not a 100% rambling free

I must not let weeks and weeks pass, before every up-date, I am aware of that much. And since there is no more andless wailing on the subject of my unhapiness or my love-life, and the internet is a far too dangerous and too public a place for openly announcing my disgust as to some work-related issues I must find other things to say.

Such as: GNARFL

Or perhaps LNORFINK but this may not make much sense. Or not to me at any rate.

I shal ponder upon some social/economical/political issues and get back to you. I have declared this plcae a rambling-free zone and it had best stay this way.

The giver of gifts

I have commented before on the doings of a certain person whose identity I shun to make public since I cannot be too carefull when it comes to the alias of superheroes. But it is going to far. End-of-the-world far. Among presents unaccounted for this year I have found; four-leaf clover seeds, fake giant orange gemstone, mints, sticky notes, sweets, plastic jewelry, books,...

And not that I mind presents or surprises but who the hell is this generous sponsor? And why me?

And which such wonderings I pass my days.

The Rose Test

Ah, so true.

You Believe that Love is Mysterious

When you think of love, you think of what could be possible in the future. In love, you see things as they are. You accept and love your partner's faults. If you are in love, you want the whole world to know it. You don't hold back with letting people know. You are somewhat patient in love. You can wait for the right person, but once you have found the right one, you're very impatient.

The Rose Test

The Weekend

Somewhat boisterous, I'd wager to announce Saturday and Sunday past as 'the weekend' as if none other could have had one like me, or even worse to think that I will never live trough another Friday evening 'till monday morning filled up with pure joy.

It does not befall me very often to start an evening at a party in the kitchen sipping to end up practically sober and shaking every inch of my body on the dancefloor.* Nor do I spend many of my Saturdays shopping tea, reading newspapers, singing Flemish chanson out of key** and shaking off rather drunk Dutchmen who insist on kissing me.

* For the sake of those who've heard the story a billion times by now I shall remain silent on the subject of what happened between the first glass of wine and half past 2 a.m. but you may fantasise about it if you promise to include these ingrediënts; semi-hot guy, three glasses of rather sweet white wine, a very hot black'n'pink outfit and lots of converstion.

** These are all lies, I wouled spend all my saturdays like this if I had even te remotest chance.

1/4 Century

A month from now, I'll celebrate my 25th birthday. I'm quite sure it will be a great dinner/ dress-up party. I'm also pretty sure nobody is going to steal the attention which I think I deserve, away from me. I'm convinced I'll have a good time because of all the things I have to be greatful for this year, but deep deep down I still feel as if I should have accomplished more by now. I guess I'll always feel a bit like a loser.

However, if it's but 'a bit' I can certainly learn to deal with it. This post wasn't meant as a self-complaint but as an invitation.

Please show up in your most Piraty Outfit as I have decided to make my birthday party a warm-up round for International Talk Like a Pirate's Day.

I hope to be able to greet you* there and then. Route details, menu, and requested arrival time may follow in your* inbox.

P.S. Would .38, if invited be so kind as to drop me a note with a description of his/her attire. I would like the chance to tell him/her in person how much I appreciate the effort of writing me a love note.

* this does , I fear, not include every reader

Sweet?

I love candy.

This is hardly a shocking confession. In so far that something thus pubicly known may even count as a confession. After the discovery of several generous amounts of breathfresheing mints, I found yesterday under my pillow an obscene amount of sticky fruit gums and sour bears.

I truly love and adore these candies. And I love even more being surprised, which makes it very hard for me to be angry with the generous giver.

However if (s)he is reading this: your killing my current waist and I have some very special clothing to fit into come september. Please surprise me with vegetable treats and low-fat dipping sauce in the future.

Do's and Don'ts

Some good advice for al my readers or in fact all readers.

The knitting season

Two weeks of summer holiday left; which usually triggers in me a deep deep deep longing for autumn, a lust closely combined with the craving for comfort and coziness. On the list of things that I look forward to in autumn; such as my birthday, hot chocolate, pumpkin soup, long evenings cuddled up in the sofa with a book, ... one feature most prominently; not because it is by far the most fun to do, but because it combines fun with the appearance of doing something actually usefull: KNITTING!

I have not made so very many people happy with my craftings, not so many as I would like but I have yet to learn ceasing the quest for cheap wool and easy-enough patterns.

...<3 mints

I like mints. In fact I love them. But does that really mean people can hide them under my pillow, unpunished?

I don't think so.

.38

WARNING! This is a vague vague vague rant/rambling about a personal emotional matter.


Recently, let's say sunday evening last, I received one of many anonymous letters that flock to my inbox off late. It was special though, in that respect that it was no invitation for poetic contribution to someone's study-hours entertainment. It was a love letter and I am thus puzzled about the person's identity that I am calling on you to help.

The letter reads as follows:

"Hey Sweetie,


I just wanted to say: you're one of a kind. You're beautiful, you're cute, you're wonderful and I adore you.


.38"*

Date sent: 09/08/09 22h36
E-mail: personality.38@gmail.com

I have not received answers to my multiple inquisitive letters. Any information that leads to the disclosing of aforementioned person's identity may be rewarded with coconut-brownie.

* Translated from the original Dutch:

"Hey lieve meid,

Ik wil je gewoon maar even zeggen; je bent er een uit duizend. Je bent mooi, schattig, in 1 woord geweldig en ik hou van je.


.38"