Wednesday, January 30, 2008


I love pottery! Totally unrelated... I can't think.. can't.. what was I saying.. can't think of a real entry

Sssst I... am... listening... to a .... Dean

a Dean Koontz... novel

I pirated it, but when I decided I like it - unlike another audiobook from Anne Rice that I pirated before but threw away dry-barfing at the scene where the vampires gang bang a little girl the boss vampire kidnapped from the hospital after her mother just died from the cold... - ehm.. unlike that... he appeals to the same kind of fascination but a lot less disgusting, and that is why I am buying two t-shirts from him with an Odd Thomas quote from his website to cleanse my conscience.

And now leave my poor head alone, I can't concentrate on anything, I'm listening

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

the internet is crazy

Yesterday I was in such a frustrated mood that I went into town and bought the first item a nice friendly little Asian salesperson put into my hands, which happened to be a "hello kitty" gsm bag. It is perfect, it can be worn around the neck or wrist which is great for cycling or rollerblading and it has a plastic bit so you can see who's calling. I love it. Except well, it is a little bit... hm.. "hello kitty". After all, I am not 39 any more...

When I came home I pretended I had got it for the superkid. He looked at it, in silent frozen horror, then managed to unfreeze enough to effectuate a tiny but very decisive little headshake. "Why not?" I asked. He looked at me with his face in an incredulous rictus and wrenched out one word: "cat".

But he thought it suits me. I let him.

Now the reason for the title of this blog: I can never find what I want here.
I want a gsm bag that has the same functionality as the hello kitty bag but looks somewhat more .. sophisticated. hum. So I did a search for "gsm bag", and lo, what I find:

Uw zoekopdracht (met index 'GSM - tasje') leverde 1 resultaten.
[Your search request (for index GSM bag') yielded 1 results]

The internet is crazy.

I'm done.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

two left hands

Yesterday I let the superkid make his own poffertjes. He loves having them for desert. When I was kid we used to make our own, sometimes, in a big round cast-iron poffertjespan with small round indents all over, where the poffertjes mix had to be put in, with a little butter. If I remember correctly, the big heavy pan had to be put on the fire and when the mix was almost cooked and not yet quite solid they had to be turned over with a fork to give the top side a golden brown colour the same as the bottom side, and then eaten with butter and powdered sugar. We didn't do that often because it is a messy process and inevitably necessitates a "spring cleaning" of the kitchen afterwards which interferes in a disastrous manner with the the daily schedule of a working mother.

I do own a poffertjespan. But nowadays we buy the poffertjes ready made and heat them up in the microwave, just apply butter and sugar to eat. A piece of cake. Easy as pie. The superkid, however, still manages to end up with the kitchen in a mess comparable to the old days when we splattered around with semi-liquid mix and frying butter. I had been working on a drawing when he was busy. After I was finished I found the kitchen strewn with random disconnected items he had dug out of the fridge in his quest for some butter. The paper covering the butter was on the floor, buttered side down.

As I was cleaning it, seeing him slouched on the couch watching tv, not conerned at all with the mess he had left me, I did not think that distribution of tasks was right, so I gave him something to do and let him dry the cups and dishes. I am quite used to his exclamations and complaints trying to wiggle out of a task like that, but he had a new one...

He could not dry the cups, because: "I can't get inside with my big hand".

Anyway he has got two left ones!

Evidence shown.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


I thought I saw a dragon flying when I was driving home this evening. A body of light, with a colourful long neck. Actually the "neck" was all that I saw. The rest must have been there or else what would explain a loose neck sweeping across the highway in the dark?

When I finally got home I tried to open my house door with the electronic car key. That is the second time that happened to me, and it makes me feel more stupid every time. Like banging your nose into an automatic door, except it wasn't...

Holy docoment

Behold, for on the twenty-second day of the first month of the yeare two-thousand and eight the passport that hath been given to me from the blessed nation of the flat and muddy regions in the north west of the continent of Europe on the planet Earth that traveleth around the sun with the speede of two-thousand and fifty-four-and-a-half times the speede that the winds crossethethe the planes of the uninhabited areas of Jupitere, (I just made that up about the winds) lo, on this day, has becometh a holy object.

They did give me a new one, so no harm done. It was a sunny day.

Van Maaskant

Monday, January 21, 2008

spiegeltje spiegeltje

I've been up all night.. ok well till 2:30... working. And now I'm done. Boiled and drained.

When my American customer wants something, they expect me to start in the morning my time, to be able to call me in the afternoon their time, and finish late evening their time. There is a 6-7 hour time difference. And I try to comply. I wish I wasn't made that way. It makes me feel grumpy and want to ban coworkers to my spamlist.

Now I've sent in my layout just before 2:30AM and slept till allmost 12AM. I woke up to find.. what a surprise. ... reviews and changes. So they have also worked till midnight on a Sunday.

Americans are crazy. CRAZY! I'd never want to live there, except I sometimes feel that I do, only with the crazy coworkers and without the big outdoors. Pity me, poor poor me... waily waily waily...

Saturday, January 19, 2008

second pair

This is the other pair. It was a bit hard to get the camera to focus on the little flowers, I did not succeed. Maybe I should have tried bribing.

Here's the one, there the other.

Friday, January 18, 2008

new glasses

They are orange. I'm not quite sure I like them. When I'm all flustered and red in the face from cycling they're allright, but with my normally very pale greyish complexion they are not exactly inconspicuous.

EDIT: and the Superkids response when he saw them:
"HA HA HA they are womens glasses"
"they are pink"


Monday, January 14, 2008

Rinke reads to me. He just read me the third page of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. He reads pretty well. He started all out of his own accord, and read the first two pages last Saturday but I was doing the washing up and didn't hear most of it. I did now and i was impressed. He is "retarded", has an IQ of 70 etc. etc. yadayada but he has a nice melody when he reads. I have to strain a bit to understand every word, because of his braces, and it is funny how he makes ends of sentences up when he doesn't completely understand, but he definitely reads, and enjoys it.

And Snape tells Voldemort that Harry will be moved "the 30th, the evening before his birthday", so he turned to me and said: "the first". Because Harry's birthday is the 31th, and he knows 31 minus 30 is 1...

He likes to read to me. Partly because he likes to feel proud and show off what he can do, and possibly partly because I fill in the gaps. But I try not to correct the bits that don't matter.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Friday, January 11, 2008


From: Wiktionary

From Latin digitus, digit (a finger or toe)

digit (plural digits)
1. A finger or toe.
2. (arithmetic) A numeral that can be combined with others to write larger numbers, and that cannot itself be split into other numerals.
The digits of the decimal number system are 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9, and those in the hexadecimal number system are those in the decimal system along with A, B, C, D, E and F.
The number 2307 has four digits: the thousands digit is 2; the hundreds digit is 3; the tens digit is 0; and the units digit is 7.
3. (slang, UK, in plural) One's phone number.
That girl likes me — she gave me her digits.

Isn't that funny... digits are what we used to count with, and we still do.

Since a few days I have limewire. A friend told me about it. I love it. I always used to spend a lot of money on books and ever since I discovered audiobooks that got worse, because they cost up to five times as much as the paper version. But they are great! Recently I am looking forward to driving to work and don't even mind getting stuck in a traffic jam, and if you knew me that would impress you, because I am the kind of person who are always switching lanes if they see the other lane is moving faster and I can get terribly irritated with other idiots on wheels who do or do not do the same, depending on wether they are pushing me from behind or slowing me down by not moving out from in front of me. But since the audiobooks, I am better. I'm good!

One setback of audiobooks is that it is difficult to concentrate on complicated task while listening. They interfere with your train of thoughts. But driving is not really that complicated, especially not on the turnpike in a traffic jam. For that reason, I have started to appreciate traffic jams. They are the best opportunity to listen quietly and uninterrupted. I will be delayed, nothing has changed, but at least I am pleasantly delayed.

Another setback as I already mentioned is that they are rather pricey. But I have found limewire. A friend told me about it last week, I downloaded it and found a world full of audio files, all for the sharing. I am not feeling guilty. OK, I am now taking music and audio from the internet without paying the author. But, the author would be equally unpaid if I did not take that music or audiobook. The books were paid for by the first user(s) who put them there. I am sharing a few hundred audio files that I did pay for, in exchange for the files that I am taking. It may be illegal, but it doesn't feel illegal. I like it.

One thing I noticed is the large amount of virii that circulate. They are mostly disguised as .zip files, some are actual executables, that have been renamed to a book or song title. They are small, and don't have the right size of the book or the movie they pretend to be. When you do a search they are usually the first that pop up. A great number of them seem to be the same file, and it gets renamed after each search term that you type in! Type something ridiculous like PinkRhinoWeatherStation and pop, you find a great bunch of files and pinkrhinoweatherballoon.exe files all bright and sunny and hoping for someone to open them. "Rare recording", is another such example of applied psychology.

There are unexplored depths in this game, just waiting for me to find out more... I right-mouseclicked on one of the crazy things in the limewire window out of curiosity (without downloading!) and there was a menu option "advanced" -> "look file up with Bitzy". I clicked the "advanced" link three times to be sure that at least was safe and nothing terrible happened to my computer, before I got up the courage to click "look file up with Bitzy" ... and then it got me to a webpage that said the file that I was so wary of is a known Trojan (spyware). I "marked it as junk" (a limewire function) and now a lot of other files, with other names, but the same size, all of a sudden are marked as "junk" too... apparently it recognizes the file from the size and something else, not just the name.

Digits, they're funny. But other than that, they're ok. We found some good stuff in there too, and if I'm not here, I'll probalby be watching the Hogfather, or Pirates of the Carribean 1, 2 or 3, or I'll be blissfully sitting in the middle of a traffic jam, enjoying my book.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Things unsaid

Things I have not said to my coworkers today:

“Don’t push me, bitcheeeeees!”

F..#$@!^&* $%@ F &#@K G#$@ !#$&#@&$ @!* ^$@ %&!!!?!

Or even: “%^##*&@#$*$%^*@#*^%&$ …!”

“Stop nagging about how you’d hoped I would do this over the holidays. That is not why they are called holidays. You may call yourself lucky I’m doing it now.”


In response to: "this will take you fifteen minutes": .. "If you can find someone who can do it in fifteen minutes be my guest, I'm going to charge two hours."


There you go.. all set.

Reminder to myself.
"This used to be the most common source of food for our people in this region."
- Helen Gordon -

Monday, January 7, 2008

It aint much...

OK, (okay.. okaaaay, tsssk) I’ll admit it. I have so little to blog about that I’m down to insulting other peoples religions. But face it, the Dutch persuasion is like, the best religion, truly.

Take a cheese slicer. The Dutch cheese slicer is our in-official national symbol. For one thing: it is associated with cheese. And for another: it hands out slices. Thin ones. Exactly like the Dutch generosity. We’ll give you some of ours, but it’s either dosed with a cheese slicer or you have to take part in the national exercise of koekhappen (make like a goldfish for the dangling shortbread) to get it.

But cheese slicers are better than that. They are extremely multifunctional pieces of equipment. With a cheese slicer in your kitchen apparel you don’t need to worry about much. Besides the obvios (1.cheese slicing) you can also use it to 2. turn over pancakes 3. handle pieces of meat 4. Cut the lasagna, 5. ... cut pizza slices 6. Use it as a potato or a vegetable scooper 6. (I haven’t actually tried this yet) use as a soup spoon. Provided you close the gap, and it is thick soup, that is for sure.

Honestly. I know other countries are familiar with the marvelous invention of the cheese slicer, but the one I saw in my sisters home made me laugh. Try and scoop up your Brussels sprouts out of the pan and on to the family dinner plates with that little sliver of a thing, I don’t think so. Seriously, it ain’t much if it ain’t a true honest-to-Odin sturdy old Dutch cheese slicer. Possibly with a handle made out of real American plastic, I didn't check.

Actually, it is a kaasschaaf, to be precise.

B&W squares

I was playing chess online with a young Englishman (which I could see from his white and red Anglian flag and the text in his profile). He played a bit agressively and I had to defend vigilantly but he lost many pieces so I beat him in the end. He asked me for another game which I politely declined, but made a typo in the reply.

He then wrote: "u are french, i can see that...... how old are... i always that older = wiser..... but experience has told me that young can= good chess play........"

Apparently my typos give native speakers reason to address me in pidgin English.

British people have a problem recognizing the Dutch flag from the French.

I am old. Very very old.

Sunday, January 6, 2008


Tags: Old House, Nooks, Spiders, Dust, Lots Of work - no time to post,
Window, Corners (cutting-) etc. etc. etc.

Vesting vesting 123


Saturday, January 5, 2008


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