Posted by Tjeerd on June 29, 2005
Yes, first thing to start with is to say that Rockinpark was great. The weather was perfect and the prices sucked. That’s why we half the day were searching for plastic cups in exchange for festival-coins. We saved ourselves about 25 euros that way, I think.
Several bands were nice to see, but just for fun actually. The main act where I went for, Nine Inch Nails was really brute, nothing more to say about it. Only stupid thing is that we thought they were performing on another stage, so we had to run over the terrain to the other side. That’s why I missed the first four songs they played, grrr.
Anyway, what about a boat which can fly, drive on land and sail on water? Yes, it does exist and it’s called a Hydro-Foam boat. Not interested in stories? Then just watch this movie.
Posted by Tjeerd on June 23, 2005
| Today is a beautiful day, sun is shining and it seems to be getting warm outside. It’s only a shame that I have to go to work with this weather. Anyway. Before it’s that far, I usually first do a breakfast. Because I am lazy person with this warm weather I just activate the cooking plate, get some cowmilk from the fridge and warm it up in a pan. That’s already risky job early in the morning, because in contrary to myself, the milkmolecules are getting pretty active after some heat. The final task is to enter your porridge-powder into that pan. Which I also succeeded in today. But then you have to put the porridgepowderpack back into the kitchencabinet and for some f**cking reason it was in there, but when I closed the doors of it, the porridgepowderpack tumbled 90 degrees sideward with the opening downside. What you see then is some sort of avalanche of porridgepowder streaming downwards onto the work top and one big mess. Great way to start your day that way. |
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Posted by Tjeerd on June 15, 2005
And now for something completely different. As a wannabe healthy person it’s a good thing to eat fruit and in my case I eat banana’s at work to be just like all those other people who wannabe healthy. Anyway, last week I put a banana in my bag but I forgot to do something useful with it. While at home I started thinking where the f*ck that banana was. Did I eat it already? Or didn’t I even take a banana with me? Or did it just suddenly disappear? I looked quickly into my bag, but couldn’t see it. Ok, I knew enough, my mental state is from now on descending with the week.
Today I took a new banana with me and combined it with drinking some water. Very seldom there leaks some water from my mouth onto my desktop or onto my chair. I was picking up something out of my bag and while peeking into it I saw something what looked like waterdrops. I started examining it closer and what the hell was that on the other side of the bag?! It looked like a squeezed sandwich or so. Lifted it out of my bag and it was a banana completely compressed and in the first stage of rotting. Fine to know that I am not yet that completely mentally disordered.
Posted by Tjeerd on June 10, 2005
After cycling through the polder and putting my bike in the bikeholder I walked into the metrostation as we call it. At that moment I am usually already listening whether an old or new subway car is arriving at the metrostation, because usually the old ones go into my direction. You can simply hear it because the old subway cars are much more rusty and make a lot of noise when scratching against the steel railway tracks. The new ones don’t make that noise, but they continuously sound like Star Trek doors opening and closing.
Just like always I was hoping for a newspaper to be left over, but there was none anymore. While walking up the stairs — actually being transported by the role staircase — I started waiting for the next subway car. While the “ready for departure” signal was given, a student popped out of the subway car and wanted to try to enter the next subway car compartiment. He failed. The doors of the other part of the subway car closed and he tried to put his hands between the doors, but he was doomed. But what did he have in his hands? Yes, perhaps he grabbed the last newspaper at the metrostation entrance, which could be useful for me to read. What did he do? He was pissed and smashed the newspaper against the doors. After that the newspaper was laying on the ground and the subway car left. That’s not what a newspaper is meant for!