it's spelled "mattress".
041118.1210
Easyjet: cheap.
Liverpool: cold.
Cab driver: calls me "love".
Train: luxurious, on time.
Birmingham: cold.
Chris' train: broken.
My bottom: frozen to Birmingham flagstone.
Chris: there.
Kinder eggs: full of crap.
Presents: always good, especially the ones I got.
Paul and Quinns: in a car park, waiting.
Chris and me: in a competely different car park.
In the end: the four of us in one car.
Quinns: driver with special love for bits of road he shouldn't be on.
Music in car: argh.
York: far, far away.
Aanand's house: old and dirty.
Aanand: cheerful in a panicky way.
Aanand's housemates: not quite so cheerful.
York's pubs: guarded by bouncers who want to see ID's some of us don't have.
Halo 2 multiplayer: still not my favourite.
Mattress on first night: better than mat but still, ouch.
British food: drowned in gravy.
Wario Ware + Donkey Konga + 5 people: ultimate fun.
Quinns: traitor.
Paul: traitor.
Aandand: pokerface.
Chris: loyal!
Mattress on second night: pure hell.
Halo 2 co-op: yes!
York Dungeon: quite fun.
York Dungeon Medieval Lady: quite scary.
Chestnut seller: calls me love and says I sound English!
Lunch: mmmm!
Aanand's opinion on me sounding english: loud laughter.
Hullfire: nice.
Reaction of Aanand's housemates to Donkey Konga: "meh".
Reaction of Aanand's housemates to Wario Ware: "meh".
Mattress on third night: after addition of mat, not that bad.
"The Cat Inside" by William S. Burroughs: very good.
Halflife 2: interesting!
Donkey Konga: returned to shop.
Staff in lunch pub: full of hate.
Viking Centre in York: not worth the money at all.
Chris Morris: best.
Black Books: awesome.
Mattress on fourth night: after addition of mat and duvet, quite good.
Liverpool: city of hellspawn.
Bridget Jones 2: shit.
Plane departure: 2 hours delayed.
"Toast" by Nigel Slater: good, good book.
Amsterdam: cold but welcoming.
Revolving door in car park at work: NOT FUN TO GET STUCK IN AT MIDNIGHT.
Bed at home: oh so comfy.
Me, now: as some call it, deflated.
Liverpool: cold.
Cab driver: calls me "love".
Train: luxurious, on time.
Birmingham: cold.
Chris' train: broken.
My bottom: frozen to Birmingham flagstone.
Chris: there.
Kinder eggs: full of crap.
Presents: always good, especially the ones I got.
Paul and Quinns: in a car park, waiting.
Chris and me: in a competely different car park.
In the end: the four of us in one car.
Quinns: driver with special love for bits of road he shouldn't be on.
Music in car: argh.
York: far, far away.
Aanand's house: old and dirty.
Aanand: cheerful in a panicky way.
Aanand's housemates: not quite so cheerful.
York's pubs: guarded by bouncers who want to see ID's some of us don't have.
Halo 2 multiplayer: still not my favourite.
Mattress on first night: better than mat but still, ouch.
British food: drowned in gravy.
Wario Ware + Donkey Konga + 5 people: ultimate fun.
Quinns: traitor.
Paul: traitor.
Aandand: pokerface.
Chris: loyal!
Mattress on second night: pure hell.
Halo 2 co-op: yes!
York Dungeon: quite fun.
York Dungeon Medieval Lady: quite scary.
Chestnut seller: calls me love and says I sound English!
Lunch: mmmm!
Aanand's opinion on me sounding english: loud laughter.
Hullfire: nice.
Reaction of Aanand's housemates to Donkey Konga: "meh".
Reaction of Aanand's housemates to Wario Ware: "meh".
Mattress on third night: after addition of mat, not that bad.
"The Cat Inside" by William S. Burroughs: very good.
Halflife 2: interesting!
Donkey Konga: returned to shop.
Staff in lunch pub: full of hate.
Viking Centre in York: not worth the money at all.
Chris Morris: best.
Black Books: awesome.
Mattress on fourth night: after addition of mat and duvet, quite good.
Liverpool: city of hellspawn.
Bridget Jones 2: shit.
Plane departure: 2 hours delayed.
"Toast" by Nigel Slater: good, good book.
Amsterdam: cold but welcoming.
Revolving door in car park at work: NOT FUN TO GET STUCK IN AT MIDNIGHT.
Bed at home: oh so comfy.
Me, now: as some call it, deflated.
of men and hats
040930.1921
Men in Hats [link] is available in book form! Why is the world so intent on relieving me from my money?
The world seems to be divided in:
A. People who can play The Sims (2) for ages
B. People who can't
Me, I'm a B. After making a big hangar full of luxury for me and my friends, getting frustrated that the only furniture that looked vaguely acceptable to me kept being met with instant depression by my sims, modeling my colleagues and giving birth to the most repulsive baby in history, I decided that that was quite enough. But Sims 2 is special - I'll grant it that - so just uninstalling it would not do. We both needed a goodbye in style.
Which is why I made a black male(ish) punk transvestite with blonde hair called Wart and an elderly white goth woman called Dungalia, one mean and sloppy, the other mean and freakishly neat, forced myself to go through the courtship routine with them, watched them having sex and then locked them in the bathroom until starvation freed their rotten souls.
Disgusted with both my couple from hell and myself, I uninstalled the game. Not quite within the 48 hour limit that supposedly saves you from ETERNAL BURNING (it was a download), but close enough.
Then I bought Dawn of War and killed some Orcs. Sims 2: Just Not For Me.
The world seems to be divided in:
A. People who can play The Sims (2) for ages
B. People who can't
Me, I'm a B. After making a big hangar full of luxury for me and my friends, getting frustrated that the only furniture that looked vaguely acceptable to me kept being met with instant depression by my sims, modeling my colleagues and giving birth to the most repulsive baby in history, I decided that that was quite enough. But Sims 2 is special - I'll grant it that - so just uninstalling it would not do. We both needed a goodbye in style.
Which is why I made a black male(ish) punk transvestite with blonde hair called Wart and an elderly white goth woman called Dungalia, one mean and sloppy, the other mean and freakishly neat, forced myself to go through the courtship routine with them, watched them having sex and then locked them in the bathroom until starvation freed their rotten souls.
Disgusted with both my couple from hell and myself, I uninstalled the game. Not quite within the 48 hour limit that supposedly saves you from ETERNAL BURNING (it was a download), but close enough.
Then I bought Dawn of War and killed some Orcs. Sims 2: Just Not For Me.
translation
040923.1201
Acest news. I just got Peter Pohl's permission to translate one of his books, and some tips on how to proceed with regard to contacting the publisher(s). Best, best. I'm so proud. Mainly because I had to contact him in Swedish (it wouldn't have done much for my credibility had I contacted him in english regarding this issue) and apparently I did this well, and also because he's my most favourite writer ever.
So, yes. I may translate a book before I turn 30. Not quite the same as writing one, but I'll settle for this.
Slightly less ace news: apparently my latest threadless.com order has been lost somewhere between America and here. I'm trying to find out where.
Other news, mostly for the dutch/belgian people reading this: André Hazes is dood. Zie je wel dat je geen Verkade-koekjes in bier moet soppen...
So, yes. I may translate a book before I turn 30. Not quite the same as writing one, but I'll settle for this.
Slightly less ace news: apparently my latest threadless.com order has been lost somewhere between America and here. I'm trying to find out where.
Other news, mostly for the dutch/belgian people reading this: André Hazes is dood. Zie je wel dat je geen Verkade-koekjes in bier moet soppen...
music. brooklyn funk essentials - take the l train (to br. avenue)
invade
040920.1410
I just bought these space invader sneakers and I can't really decide whether they're cool and hip or just incredibly geeky. But they look nice.
