Archive: December, 2004
Please note that I still do not have my Gateway laptop back yet. I find this both ridiculous and unacceptable.
I was just thinking on the way in to Big City - I would guess the Eddie Van Halen is probably “Edwijn Van Halen”, but what would Alex be? I wonder if they still remember what lekker is all about.
I ask this because I was treated to Jump, a classic VH tune.
There will be a meeting of the minds : T-Mobile, Gateway…. you’re all there!
I finally got my new desktop last night. I can enjoy porn, erm, CNN on a flat panel monitor now. Hurrah. Hurrah. Hurray for boobies!
It is one dank ass day here in my undisclosed location.
Oh well… hey, I found some Poilane bread here. Now that’s the shiznit!
Since the Cocks were flaccid this week with no match, I played with the very sympa Paris Japanese Rugby Football Club. I was one of four non-Japanese on the team. (There were also two Frenchies and an Italian.) We lost the match, but it was very close, and we were in it to the final gun (or whistle, I guess)… and, given that the PJRFC has never won a match, I can’t say that I felt much shame in losing. The match was followed by a lunch of oysters and Sancerre, then by a party on Saturday night at a Japanese restaurant. Great times–all the players’ wives were there, and most were drunk after approximately 35 seconds. There was a gift raffle (I brought home a t-shirt with the words “fighting spirit” on it in Japanese characters and a box of chocolates; my Parisian friend won a digital camera…), great Japanese food and enough Asahi beer to drown a sumo wrestler. Good times all around.
Ja, Sinterklaas is hier vandaag… It’s Dec. 6, which means that Sinterklaas is arrving in the Netherlands today. The Dutch must like to get their gifts early because, according to their tradition, Santa Claus (Sinterklaas) arrives on Dec. 6 every year to bring toys to the young ‘uns. But that’s not the best part. The best part is that he’s accompanied by “six to eight” black helpers (who, if memory serves, are black because they’re chimney sweesps or coal miners or some such) all named Zwarte (Black) Piet. Good kids get gifts and the like, but get this… bad kids get thrown into a cage by one or more Zwarte Piet(s) and get shipped off to Spain! Spain, as punishment? Hmmm, let’s see: Rotterdam in December, or Tenerife? Utrecht or Granada? Maastricht or Madrid? Black man, put me in your box. I’ve been a bad boy…
“Hellion H. Doodler”
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These girls thought they were gonna be in a music video.. its… GiveMePink
Living in a major metropolitan area grants me plenty of people-watching. For every piece of eye candy, however, there’s some eye vegetables. We’re talking lima beans here. My latest target: false advertising. Men, unless you’ve been to the gym more often (and more recently) than the Krispy Kreme, don’t wear the “Porn Star” logo. Ladies, don’t wear shirts that read “Hottie” or “Luscious” unless you are really befitting such adjectives. (-and for the woman I saw on the metro, the shirt with “not everything in Iowa is flat” printed across the chest was designed for ladies who, erm, are not.) Especially annoying are the track pants (bad enough) with slogans written on the bum. (Is that the only way to get Americans to read?)
If you people can’t police your fashion decisions yourselves, it’s only a matter of time before there are laws. Do you want that? I didn’t think so. So please, do us all a favor: put it away.
