SHEILA and the City ;-)
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Splash!
Here you'll find the mpeg you might have missed on Dutch national free tv yez. Get to see some female ejaculation. She's w*t with a capital W. Here's what you've been looking for (or not):
Squirting Contest: "Cytherea Squirts"
Hopefully Blogger won't ban me now. If they want to do so, ugh, hopefully they'll just warn me, I'll remove the link right away (Such pressure! Freedom of Squirt, er... Speech! Ugh!).
posted by Sheila
Monday, July 26, 2004
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Cryin' my eyes out...
Well, not exactly so, but... I just hear cutie Marc Overmars is gonna stop playing football (soccer for you Americans, although here in Europe we actually USE our feet and therefor have more right using the name FOOTball than you people). His right knee is hurting or at least, too fucked up to continue playing. His games for the Dutch team in Portugal were his last ones! Sob... Bye Marc...
Talking of crying, yez I got to see a fragment on tv, which I remember vividly. Click here for Ronald De Boer, showing he's got "heart for the game", if you know what I mean. Damn, I really DO remember it all too well... Don't have time to check the link, so if it's not working, lemme know.
posted by Sheila
Monday, July 26, 2004
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Redecoration rulezzz
Er, well, kind of. Painted the darkest corner in da house yez. WHITE. Truly a god forsaken colour (and it is a colour - not). (Come to think of, according to most earthlings, they associate white with Angels... Hm...). ANYWAYS, the dark green was so much better, way more beautiful... Boohoo...! But, the silver lining here: it does enlighten (angelic after all!) the room. That's the one and only reason I bought those 10 liters after all, right (oh yeah, it was 70m2, not 70 liters, duh! -> see some previous post).
Also swapped a part of a desk that once belonged to some hot shot booze director, and which is a restitute of having lived together with a son of quite a hot shot Heineken guy - in our TG non existing divorce battle, he left it for me to toss out or use or sell or whatever (I think he knew I wanted to use it), with a Brandsteder-cabinet (it's not really a cabinet, love the word though). It's originally meant to hide your tv in, it's got openings on the sides for the music etc. to come out, very funny. Also it's open in the back for all the electricity shite. And yes, for you Dutchies, it seems that Ron Brandsteder's dad had that kind of shop, he would be selling things like that ("tv cupboards" somehow doesn't sound v. English to me, John, help me out here, plzzzz!). For the non Dutchies - Ronny Boy is a has-been tv host, who's face is only to be seen in gossip mags, being (albeit true or false) blamed for fathering illegitimate kids. I still feel sorry for the little guy (the kid) who probably never asked for all the publicity, but hey, I dunno details here, so opinion on the matter whatsoever.
Geez, already been half 1, bugs (short for bugger ;-). 12.35pm.
Am gonna do smthng. See ya!
posted by Sheila
Monday, July 26, 2004
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Dat klinkt gezellig! (Translation below.)
Je zou je bijna bij hem voegen en ook zo wat dagen slijten:
"Saddam Hussein brengt zijn tijd in eenzame opsluiting door met het schrijven van gedichten, het lezen van de koran, tuinieren en het eten van Amerikaanse muffins en koekjes.... " - de Volkskrant.
Homeward bound
You'd almost want to spend some time with him, homely as this sounds: "Saddam spends his time in solitude as follows: writing poems, reading the koran, gardening and eating American muffins and cookies..." - de Volkskrant (Dutch paper).
posted by Sheila
Monday, July 26, 2004
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Oops...
Almost a week since I last wrote something, sorry babes. Got to see "A Cinderella Story" on wednesday (Lizzie McGuire 2, kind of). Also got to go to the Amsterdamse Bos theatre (a first!) to see Ceasar & Cleopatra (totally agreed with one of the reviews I read in a paper). First we had a picknick though - which was... sweet. Sweet as. V. nice. Very... Sigot and me discussing the scent of campsites ;-)
Been real lazy this w-kend, my belly/stomach/whatever's been fucked up since friday late afternoon (it was already hurting when I met up with I. at the Blaauwe Theehuis, at 5.15pm, for a coffee - well, actually, she was having wine). Got home around 8pm. I'm really fond of I.
Felt really weird yez, like my limbs were heavy and I could faint at some point - really, really weird. Slept so many hours the last three nights, thurs more than 8, friday and yez more than 9. Yez I also slept for 2,5 hours during the afternoon. Hopped on my bike at 6 to go to Appie, get some fruit and bread, fresh juice plus cheap juice (latter for my morning shakes). Would've loved a big latte w/caramal at Coffee Comp, but it was 6.45, and they close at 7 (way early, TOO early). Bugger. Had to pay over TWENTY euro's at Ap. What the F...?? Why on earth don't I just go to Dirk? (Coz I ALWAYS forget what times they close - lousy excuse, huh.)
Got to see "Idioterne" - still had it on tape. Are they actually FUCKING each other?? Rewind.. They ARE actually fucking. Wow. Okay. This reminds me of the v. odd way Dutchies translate e.g. Danish film titles. They give it an ENGLISH name. Why on EARTH would you translate a foreign title into ANOTHER foreign title???
Wow :-))) Just get a text message from I. "Just to say hi and a big kiss" - put a smile on my face. (Actually she also mentioned something v. nice about our friendship.) Sigh. It's nice to have good friends. I, P, prevSig, Sigot* (aka Latte Guy)... But also E, C. And some really nice people I always enjoy meeting up with - some of which I'll meet up with next week for our film club (FCG aka.... darn, what was the other name F. came up with?). They feel like good friends, too... Is that weird?
Anyway. Gotto go. Things to do...
Ugh... I'm starting to feel restless again. Wanna go abroad. NZ, NY, Andalucia, Gozo. NY. Yeah. Berlin. NY. NZ. NY.
Oh well. Whatever...
Ciao-y.
* Obviously (...) this should be futSig (future Sigot). Or to be even more precise, possfutSig, possible futSig. But, oh well, lemme dream, eh... The way there (wether or not you have to turn around at some point, get lost along the way, or whatever other metaphoric possibilities there are indicating two people not becoming each other's Sigot) should be enjoyed to the max, when and wherever possible. You never know how long it's gonna last. Live by the week, more or less...
Almost 3pm. Enjoy your Sunday!!
posted by Sheila
Sunday, July 25, 2004
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Yo Latte, Yo Latte, Yo Latte...
Had a great, great, great weekend. Got to see prevSig on Friday: dinner @ Or., movies @ K. ("En un Momento Dado"!!!! Brought tears to my eyes more than once, and it gave prevSig goose bumps - "vellenkip"). And... yeah!! We even got rid of the frigging fridge! Three floors down - ugh! Thank you so very, very mucho much, prevSig... For more than just the fridge alone.
Helped move P. into town Saturday afternoon, 12-5pm, woohoo! My best male friend (I's my best female one :-) lives in the city now! To be precise, he only lives a ten minute bike ride away from me now!! Moving him was quite a work out. I've got bruises on my arms, you'd think someone's abusing me. The work out was awesome though. I'd almost start singing "I'm muscular" (instead of "I'm popular" - remind me, was it Oasis? Blur?).
After moving P.'s stuff from the van to the elevator (others picked it up on the 9th) and doing all the dishes with his mum, I went to T., to meet up with Latte Guy. He called the day before (love that, gives the opp to actually look forward to meeting up). He texted me twice during the afternoon - ugh, there must be an echo when I say I'm faaaaaaaaaaaaaalling, for I'm falling further even still (is that proper English? Bugger, too tired to knit some sentences together - a Dutchism, har, har!). Anyway, after having a latte or two we bought ourselves some kind of a picknick at Appie. It was raining cats and dogs when we got out of the store. A real summer night's rain. V. cool (it wasn't chilly at all). We decided to go home anyways, instead of waiting for the rain to stop. So I hopped on my bike with the bags and all. He ran alongside the bike, no jacket, only a white T-shirt. V., very Notting Hill... (The feel of it, it's not an actual scene in that movie.) He looked v. yummie running in the rain, completely soaked, oof! :-)
I could say the indoors picknick was really cool, the night very hot, etc. etc. Wouldn't you like to know! Well, sorry, no details here, sweetie pies. Waking up on a Sunday in the arms of the guy you fancy is Da Bezzt though... I can tell you that. Especially when there's no rushing things. Got to see a movie during the afternoon, and after I picked up something he left at my place, we got an extra hour drinking huge jars of coffee in the sun. That extra hour was a v. welcome surprise dessert. Geez, we've spent like an hour short of 24 hours together. Wow. I definitely could get used to this. Let's take it nice and slow, who knows where it'll go...
Monday, Monday! Finished my translation last Friday, half an hour before I were to meet prevSig. Today I edited the whole lot, took me all day. After that (6pm), I hopped on my bike again to Gamma, to buy loads of stuff. A drill like thing (hurray, hurray!), fire alert things (batteries of my previous ones were long dead), clothes-line (is this really how you'd call it??), 70 liters of paint, and then some, etc. etc. My bike was actually swaying when I biked home. Got rid of the old line after dinner, tomorrow office, gym, gotto get some fruit after that, and hopefully I'll manage adjusting the new line (it's quite far out of reach, am I able to stretch so far, without topping over and fall three floors down?).
Now I gotto get my butt in gear for bed. Get my cat to relax. He saw a moth, but the thing escaped. He's been mewing ever since. Ugh! Hope I'll be able to get him quiet before I turn off the lights and close my eyes for the night.
Buggs, wanted to do my dishes, it's 11.15pm though. Shite. Whatever...
My cat says hi. Really got to give him some attention, before he really goes crazy. His throat must hurt by now.
Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
posted by Sheila
Monday, July 19, 2004
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Goodmorning...
It's just been 10.30am, have been trying on some trousers. This year (starting somewhere after Jan 22) I've lost a few kilo's (about 5) and I've just come to realize (about a week ago) there are loads of stuff I fit in again. These old trousers, they look so weird on me in the mirror. Right now I'm wearing these tight black trousers I KNOW were my favourites for a long time, strange how I don't immediatel feel comfy in them.
Didn't have dinner yesterday, wonder if that helps, too ;-) Wasn't on purpose though, worked until 8pm, so didn't get home until 9. Still had a shake left (I eat Herbalife for breakfast and after I've been to the gym - works perfectly, no sore muscles ever!), so I ate (drank!) that. Then sat down for a bit. And realized all I wanted to do, was go to bed. So I crawled under the sheets around 10.30pm! Incredible huh. Wrote some in my diary, hit the light 22.50. Slept until 8.50. Turned around and slept some more, until 10. GEEZ, how much sleep could one need? Well, quite a lot, I figure.
Anyway, I'm one who associates coffee with 'gezellig' (I'll look up the word for the ones that never read 'guide to amsterdam', written by some comic dudes working here), so normally I always make coffee in the mornings, when I have to work. To try and create that gezellig feeling. Today I feel more like tea though. Woops. Tea is not a drink I associate with anything remotely interesting (well, apart from green tea). O well, I'm boring you guys right out of your skull. Soooooorrrrryyy....
Anyone know how long it takes to ship something from NZ to here? It's been sent yesterday...
V. funny, one can use colours within blogger now, v. cool. A few more months and they'll offer emoticons, har har.
Oh bollocks. Breakfast! Tea! And come to think of it, do feel like having coffee, too!
posted by Sheila
Friday, July 16, 2004
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Oops
Should've worked tonight - edit the comic story within the mag. Bugger, kind of slipped my mind. I know it's only 9.20pm now, but ugh... Just poured myself my 1st cup of coffee for tonight. Clever move? Guess not.
Just finished watching The Lion King (on dvd, yihaa) - I had never seen it! So, about time, right. This week I'm also gonna see En un momento dado. Finally! V. mucho looking forward to that. It's gonna be a first - never been to the movies at Ketelhuis.
Got to go...
Love ya all and all that jazz.
posted by Sheila
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
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Sob :-(
This is so frustrating. I really, REALLY want to make this pigsty into a normal house. But I can't do it on my own (f#%ck!!!).
1) I can't move the cupboard unless I remove some shelves attached to the wall first. I can't remove those though, coz I don't have a drill. Without the cupboard, things remain where they are: the frigging floor. YES, I know I could go out and get that drill. So YES, I realize this is not too big a prob. (Problem being a big word here anyway, I mean, I'm talking moving stuff here, not money, health etc - > although there's such a thing as feng shui...)
2) I can't get rid of the couch coz there's a fridge in the hall blocking the way. So I can't replace the cupboard anyway (the couch is standing on its spot).
3) I can't get rid of the fridge coz I've just tried again and it's TOO HEAVY for me on my own, I do take risks, but I don't dare take this one.
So..
1) If I can get rid of those shelves on the wall, I can empty the cupboard (most of it is now hidden behind a wall). If I've emptied the thing, I can throw away loads of stuff I don't need.
2) If I could move the fridge, I can move the couch.
3) If I can move the couch, I can move the cupboard.
4) If I've moved the cupboard, I can put stuff on the floor where they belong (either bin or shelve).
BOOHOO. I hate being dependent, especially when there are no people at all to depend on. AAGH. Just a minor disadvantage of having family miles away, having no drill, and having no Sigot to be the usual suspect when it comes to helping you move stuff.
I'm about to do the worst thing ever. I'm convinced for about 65%.
I'm gonna call prevSig and ask for his help.
I think.
NOOOO! I'm not. Behave, babe.
Oh fuck, though. I wish I had the physical strength to get rid of that fuckin' fridge.
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WOW. This helped. Never mind the above. I just had to get it off my chest. Thx for listening :-) The above seems v. very petty now. I guess complaining was all I wanted to do. Done. Now I'm gonna have lunch, and try if I can use a screwdriver etc. There must be a solution. Wasn't there this comic with a cat and a bear..? ;-)
Weird, really needed that whining mo - it's really off my chest now. Funny (as you can tell, I'm a bit surprised myself).
Okay. Lunch. Back to work. (Yes, indeed. BACK to work. I've already worked a few hours, woohoo!!!!!) And after translating (did an editing job this morning), I'm gonna have a bite in that pigsty issue. Something like that.
Enjoy your afternoon! Have a lurrrrrvely evening. I'm good now. Hope you all are, too. H&K!
posted by Sheila
Monday, July 12, 2004
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Lick Me
Here's another one:
Your Icecream Flavour is...
Cookies 'n Cream! |
 Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick! |
Alright, wanna test your flavour? Click here.
posted by Sheila
Sunday, July 11, 2004
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Acronym
Via Comicgrl I sometimes read Anabanana's blog. Anna reminded me once again of those silly quiz thingy's on the net. So I immediately had to try some. I'm a goth according to them. But first I did the acronym thingy. A few months ago someone wrote me an acronym and I thought it was rather (very!) romantic. Who would've thought there's a girl hidden inside me after all ;-)
| S | Stunning |
| H | Handsome |
| O | Outrageous |
| T | Temperamental |
| G | Glamorous |
| U | Unnatural |
| N | Neat |
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| S | Smooth |
| H | Haunting |
| E | Earthy |
| I | Ideal |
| L | Luxurious |
| A | Arty |
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
posted by Sheila
Sunday, July 11, 2004
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Copy paste
We zeggen het nog één keer!!
ZATERDAG 10 JULI
KRAWATTENKLUP
OVERTOOM 301
aanvang 20:30
wees welkom voor muziek, film, poezie, en ongeëvenaard vertier!!
tot dan dan
THAT DAM!
http://www.thatdam.nl
posted by Sheila
Saturday, July 10, 2004
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Another Day... Staring out of my window
It's been a strange week.
Then this morning, I could hardly drag myself out of bed (why, what for, etc). Gert's mantra "you have to make it worthwhile yourself" (one of the few sentences that are actually shorter in Dutch) like a broken record repeating itself. So stumbled into standing position 10.29am. I walk to the livingroom, turn on Kink. Three songs, in this order:
Ik wil je
Blijf bij me
Hou van me
Ga nooit meer weg
Ik wil je
Blijf bij me
Hou van me
Ik word stapelgek
(De Kreuners)
Funny song. Made me er... hm, grin. Something like that.
Next:
Sexy Boy - Air
A song that reminds you music can be so incredibly beautiful. Like it's all you'd ever need.
Then a Moby song. "Go!" (It is 'go', isn't it. I'm not that awake yet. Still a bit grumpy.) Anyway. This week.
Monday - My friend signs her divorce papers. Her ex-hubby brings champaign. They don't have anything to celebrate, though.
Tuesday - I'm off to the Pixies. It's exactly three years ago my prevSig (previous Sigot) "left the building". I helped carry down the boxes with his things. I divided the kitchen stuff. I divided towels, linen. All 50-50. Luckily we had both kept our own stuff. So we both still had our own stereo, our own tv, our own computer. He took the microwave. He got the new place to start over again. I was so jealous of that, back then. He even got the garden with doors that you could throw open, to walk straight in. Ouch, that HURT when he showed me his new place, peeking through the windows (at that point he didn't have his keys yet). Even had the wooden floor. Still, by the time he got the place, I was ready for him to leave. I'm glad he stuck around for that long (for me to get that feeling).
When he left, there was this one big room completely empty. I left it that empty, called it my cat's room. Didn't do anything with it for a long time. Came in quite handy, coz a friend of mine rented it while I was away. (And no, I did not go abroad to get over prevSig, I had already planned that trip. Because we broke up, I even had to cut it short, coz I planned on going for half a year, but being single, paying bills the full 100% I didn't have the dough, so I only got to go for 3 months).
I don't think it once crossed my mind while being at the Beerhal. Nor during the day. I was more worried about not getting my period, being v. late (almost a week). Something fucked up in there? Am I still healthy? Or did I turn into an oven?? Luckily Frank and Kim sang straight into my belly, and the little rugrat swam out on my way back home (albeit v. premature, har, har) (er, sorry, nothing whatsoever to make jokes about, I know). Anyway, no Pisces in the family as of yet. And as it all seems to be working, I'm still healthy as well.
Wednesday - Nothing much going on. Got half a Groninger Worst from a colleague though, that was cool. And I got to bike at the gym, a v. VERY fun programm. I don't like biking at the gym, but this was GREAT. Didn't get home until 8pm.
Thursday - Divorce Friend (see monday) came with me after work. I had a rotten week at work, so much work, so little time. And I don't want to work extra hours, coz I'm not a charity girl. Pay me, pay me. Why else put in the extra hours? D'oh. Anyway. Fucked up my own mood big time in the morning. Latte Guy was good though, guided me straight back with a few messages and a phonecall. Thx. Friend didn't leave until 2am. I had really looked forward to seeing her, and we had a great eve.
Friday - PrevSig had his 33rd birthday today. I've only sent him an e-mail, couldn't get myself to text him, or to call him (not because I was being emotional, just didn't feel like it). He sent an e-mail in return in the afternoon: "it's kind of a magic number". Weird to think we celebrated his b-day together 7 out of the last 10 times. Even more weird not to think about it the rest of the day. I went to see King Arthur in the afternoon. Hm, hot guy that Arturo... I liked that stern look on his face. Must admit it reminded me vaguely of someone, but I tried to push that away, coz I was not in the mood for that. Had dinner at M's place; the UvA-girls get-together. One cancelled in the morning (study trouble), one cancelled like an hour before (ill). I, A and me are the regulars. M's been abroad for awhile, but "attended" the previous time as well. Anyway, it's always big fun. And we've made a habit of taking a group picture on these (more or less trimonthly) evenings. I love ritual-like things like this. I'm hoping we're still doing this when (and if) we're getting in our fifties (and beyond, right Toy Boy -> Woody's pal, his name can almost literally be pulled of my tongue, but I can't seem to get hold of it). When I got home and had to go, I noticed prevSig's b-day written on the calendar (it's in the toilet, boring yet v. logical place, exactly). "Oh. Yeah. Right. His b-day. I forgot." I think I found that more troubling than anything else.
Funny, now this song at Kink that reminds me of him - "Do I love you? Tinseltown in the rain..." He'll be having a b-day party tonight. I'm off to Krawattenklup. Isn't it weird how you cared so much for so many years, and now you can't even be bothered you weren't invited for his party? It makes it all so - I dunno. Like it all doesn't matter. "Yes I love you, but it's easy come and it's easy go" - I swear, he started singing that particular bit at that point! It's exactly what I meant to say. Like you're so worried now, or so much in love, or even married, and it all ends at some point. And at some point, you don't even care anymore. It kind of takes the silver lining of the whole thing while you're in it. Like "hey, I'm crying my eyes out over you right now" (coz you don't see me, coz we're in a fight, coz I love you so much, etc, etc, you can think of a few more reasons yourself why you might shed tears), "but I can't be bothered in a few years from now". Ugh, I don't think I'm making myself clear. Anyway, I find it weird it just doesn't hurt me. How can you love someone for so long, it even hurts, and not be bothered a few years later? I think that's strange. I'm REALLY happy it works that way though. Geez. And after getting over Starbucks Man, I realize I can get over anyone. And that's a good thing, too, coz love never lasts, does it. It's a good thing to know you'll always get over it. If only you could be equally sure you will meet someone new after breaking up... Coz it's something I'm starting to miss, especially now I've been so stupid to fall for someone again... I just wish I could have a weekend together you know. Lazy times. Wake up in the morning. Have sex. Have breakfast together. Spend the day together. Eat out in the evening or at home, whatever fits your mood. Go to the cinema, read a book, rent a movie, whatever. End up having loads and plenty of good sex. Fall asleep in his arms. Wake up, decide to have coffee in town, for the sun is shining. Order two cafe au laits (=double latte at Wallpaper Place), and a glass of water. Enjoy. Lazy. Lovingly. You know what I mean.
And convinced as I am it never lasts, I'm still hoping it will. One day. Some guy and me (or some girl and me, for that matter, but it v. probably will be a boy, coz so far I've never fallen in love with a girl). And then he and I will stick together until we're old and wrinkly. We'll be in our nineties, and we'll still have sex. And we'll still enjoy our coffee together. And when we look at eachother across a room full of people, we can read it in eachother's eyes:
"I'm so glad you're mine. I'm so glad I'm yours. I'm so happy we are together. Aren't we lucky to have found this love."
Oh well. Fairy tales.
Half eleven, fuck. I should've written a book instead of this post. Har, har. I'm gonna get dressed, etc. Have a cup of cof, hopefully around 12.
"So much to do, so much to say..."
posted by Sheila
Saturday, July 10, 2004
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Pixies in die Bierhalle!
YES, I got to see the Pixies yesterday. And yes, it was great!! I just stood there with this huge grin on my face. "Wow, I'm actually seeing them play, live, right in front of me, WOW!" In other words: I'm v. pleased.
They surely were in a hurry to bake as many cookies possible, within (over?) 1,5 hours. They finished a song, we opened our throats to start cheering, they were already playing the opening tunes of the next song. It was like being hit over the head with Pixies song, one after the other. After a solo during which the drummer etc etc (sorry, just realise my coffee's going cold!), their tempo slowed a bit to a more enjoyable speed. One everyone could "lean into", if you catch my drift.
If you want to read another short review, try Zebra. He's writing in Dutch though. Check out his post. He was lost for words I think ;-)
To utter a quick remark: it was AWESOME.
Here's to you, Kim-girl! And your boys... Hurray! (To make this a rhyme - they definitely took the "old-band-gig"-pain of Sisters of Mercy away.)
posted by Sheila
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
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A Dingo took my Baby!
Here's part of the story:
"Shooter tells of killed dingo holding body
By ADRIAN TAME, SUE HEWITT and CHRIS TINKLER
04jul04
AZARIA Chamberlain was killed by a dingo and her body hidden by men camping rough near Ayers Rock, one of the group has sensationally claimed.
An elderly Melbourne man says he shot the dingo that killed Azaria and then retrieved her body from its jaws.
Frank Cole also believes Azaria's body may have been buried in a Melbourne back yard by one of his mates.
Mr Cole, 78, told the Sunday Herald Sun he had lived with the secret of what happened to the 9 1/2-week-old girl for almost 25 years."
"We left on the understanding that the other blokes would go to the authorities and report finding the dingo and the baby, but they never did what they promised."
I never got to see the movie (A Cry in the Dark), coz Meryl Streep pretty much always makes me shiver.
Too lazy to read the English version? Lazy Dutchies click here.
posted by Sheila
Sunday, July 04, 2004
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It's worth a try?
Sometimes you have to try something else for a change. Especially when millions of people seem intrigued by it. Books by Nicci French.
I've got a shelve with translations, mostly gifts, some I bought when I was younger (mostly originally written in French). On this shelve you'll find books like an Irving (gift), and this book by Nicci French (gift). I would NEVER buy a translation of a book written in English/American. Hence that shelve; those books are not on my 'eager-to-read'-list. (Hmm, come to think of it, this might sound strange coming from a translator.) I enjoy reading the original.
Anyway, I've just wrestled myself through some pages. I hated the first pages in italic. Had to re-read several phrases, just to understand what they are trying to say. Same goes with Chapter 1. I read maybe 6 or 8 pages, and I really hate it. I don't think they can write. Really don't.
So - should I continue reading this crapola?? WHY OH WHY are there that many people that DO enjoy their books? WHAT is it they LIKE about their titles? Are these fans people that normally don't read? Do they read on a different level? What is it? If you know, or got a clue whatsoever, please feel free to enlighten me.
To be able to be precise, I've grabbed the book by its spine: I've read up to page 20 (a net 12 pages). Original title: Beneath the Skin.
Btw, you know what I also thinks sucks? This character Zoe. She's a bit of a bore so far. Ignorant or smthng. Can't be bothered thinkin' of a better word. And they let her say 'kut' (= cunt). Don't know what she says in the original, I guess 'fuck'. That's what kind of did it. It doesn't "fit" within the story at all, her cursing like that all of a sudden. Like you're tuned in on B-flat and suddenly there's a G-sharp. It doesn't work.
The book's closed for now. I've put it back on the shelve. I've tried. Maybe later on I'll try again.
posted by Sheila
Sunday, July 04, 2004
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Krawattenklup
Hurray, hurray, another Klup on the way!
More info here and here.
When - Saturday 10
Time - 8.30pm
Where - OT301
posted by Sheila
Sunday, July 04, 2004
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Importancy of details
Dunno if a link would work for everyone. Er, this is gonna be in Dutch, never mind the English. Copy paste / knip en plak:
"donderdag 1 juli 2004 uur.
Wat zei columnist Jan Mulder eigenlijk, hoe en wanneer?
Van onze verslaggever Jean-Pierre Geelen
AMSTERDAM - Genoeg meningen over de kwestie Mulder-Advocaat-Balkenende, het wordt tijd voor de feiten. Want iedereen, tot de premier aan toe, mag menen dat columnist en voetbalcommentator Jan Mulder vond dat bondscoach Dick Advocaat moet worden opgehangen en gestenigd, maar wie heeft nog op een rijtje wat Mulder wérkelijk gezegd heeft in het tv-programma Villa BvD?
In de aanloop naar het EK had Mulder al kritiek geuit op de bondscoach. Op 10 juni (het EK begon twee dagen later) was SBS 6-verslaggever Hans Kraaij jr te gast in Villa BvD van RTL 4. Daar ontspint zich de volgende dialoog : Presentator Henk van Dorp tegen Kraaij: 'Jij neemt Jan Mulder kwalijk dat hij te veel tekeer gaat tegen Advocaat.'
Kraaij: 'Het is niet alleen Jan, maar ik moet wel tegen je zeggen, Jan, en ik moet je ook aan kunnen kijken. Ik heb niet alle uitzendingen gezien, omdat ik ook onderweg hiernaar toe was. Maar je schijnt verschrikkelijk tekeer te gaan over Advocaat. Alsof het een of andere crimineel is, alsof het een gek is, of dat hij de bak in moet. Er deugt van die man helemaal niets meer als ik Jan hoor praten.'
Mulder: 'Ik heb wel tegen Frits gezegd: ze moeten Advocaat ophangen. Dat heb ik wel gezegd.'
Kraaij: 'Nou. . . Dan ben je vrij positief.'
Mulder: 'Jij hebt dat allemaal niet zo goed verstaan. En eigenlijk vind ik: stenigen.'
Kraaij: 'Waarom?'
Mulder: 'Je zit schromelijk te overdrijven. Ik heb het alleen maar over die behoudende tactieken van dat Nederlands elftal.'
Het NOS Journaal gebruikte het fragment dertien dagen later, na de omstreden wissel van Advocaat tijdens Nederland-Tsjechië, en knipte kop en staart eraf: de inleiding van Kraaij en de laatste opmerking van Mulder zaten er niet in, wat overbleef waren de fragmenten met de woorden 'ophangen' en 'stenigen'.
Mulder deed zijn uitspraken uiterlijk onbewogen, maar door intonatie en een olijke schittering in de ogen zal vaste BvD-kijkers de ironie niet zijn ontgaan, dat is immers Mulders handelsmerk. Door de laatste opmerking van Mulder weg te laten, rees bij anderen kennelijk twijfel. Zij zagen zich gesterkt door oud-hockeytrainer en radiopresentator Tom van 't Hek die in het Journaal-item de uitspraken van Mulder omschreef als 'een volstrekt belachelijke vorm van journalistiek', waarin media extreme meningen zouden aanwenden om hogere kijkcijfers te scoren.
En zo kon het dat de discussie over demonisering van Dick Advocaat door de media zich al snel verplaatste van het Algemeen Dagblad (dat paginagroot kopte: 'Wisselen!'), De Telegraaf ('Afgang!') en journalist Hugo Borst (die zijn al of niet denkbeeldige sms'jes voorlas) naar één persoon: Jan Mulder.
'Smerig, stemmingmakend knip- en plakwerk van het NOS Journaal', schreef ex-wethouder Rob Oudkerk in zijn Spits-column gisteren. 'Het NOS Journaal wekte ten onrechte de suggestie alsof Mulder dit gezegd heeft naar aanleiding van de wedstrijd Nederland-Tsjechië', jammert een woordvoerder van RTL.
Zat het NOS Journaal doelbewust te manipuleren? Nee natuurlijk, zegt hoofdredacteur Hans Laroes. 'Wij hebben alleen een stukje uit Villa BvD laten zien. Daar is in geknipt, zoals we wel vaker doen. Maar van manipuleren is geen sprake. Dat is gewoon gezeur van een mislukte ironist die ons handig de schuld in de schoenen probeert te schuiven. Ik glimlach er maar omaan de zijlijn. In Nederland hebben we het hier al weken over, maar in Irak gebeurt echt ook nog wat.'
c Volkskrant"
posted by Sheila
Friday, July 02, 2004
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Comment back in use!
Just surfed to Tigra to see what she's using for commenting. So here I am, finally got the trackback thingy too!
A shame I lost all the other comments, but hopefully this will work for at least a year before they start charging as wel...
Now let's see if I can succescully use that trackback stuff ;-)
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Friday, July 02, 2004
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Mmm...
The one thing I would like on a dark, rainy day like today, is a Sigot (short for SIGnificant OTher). I would kiss Sigot on the cheek, and say: "What about you getting us a blanket, and our books? Crawl on the couch, make yourself comfortable. I will make us some coffee, and then I'll crawl right next to you. And then Sigot my friend, while listening to some good cd, we'll read the day away. Occasional hugging permitted. What about it?"
I wouldn't get an answer. Sigot would be head deep in some closet, finding a blanket big enough for the both of us.
And so they spent their afternoon, sitting next to each other on the couch, listening to great stuff, drinking loads of coffee, and reading pageturners...
The end
posted by Sheila
Friday, July 02, 2004
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Comment out of order!
All of a sudden, Squawkbox (or whatever way you spell their name) wants me to pay - I'm not gonna too, obviously. So now all comments are "out of reach" :'(
Does any of you know a good replacement? Please tell me on the right... Coz like I said, comment thingy is out of order, boohoo!!!!
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Friday, July 02, 2004
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