Babies

December 15, 2005

Nice words, and agreed in every respect. Grow up, KDE/GNOME/Linux folks. You are a bunch of babies whining over nothing instead of getting some real fcuking work done. And yes, that includes you, Linus Torvalds.

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Sticks and stones

December 14, 2005

Yeah, this will really win the hearts and minds of the Iraqi people.

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The mercy seat

December 11, 2005

I have two seemingly contradicting statements I’d like to make.

  • I am against the death penalty in any shape or form;
  • I think some people have no right to live.

    These two might seem like a contradiction, but let me explain. The death penalty cannot be executed by another human being. One human being cannot decide over another human being’s life because all men are equal (even though the current state of affairs of the world suggests otherwise). George Bush is no less of a human than me, neither is Saddam Hussein, neither is Richard Stallman, neither is Chantal Janzen, neither is [put name here]. And certainly, no judge, no jury (ugh! Juries are so Medieval), no governer, no executioner, no president, no Queen, no priest, no pope, is any more of a human than I am, so how on earth can any of them declare me unfit to live? Only something of a higher authority than us (let’s call it the cosmic goat) can decide over life and death. And since there is no such higher authority, the death penalty cannot be performed on any human being.

    However, that does not mean I do not think some people do not have the right to live. People like child molesters, Hussein, Milosevic, you name it: as far as I’m concerned, they have no right to live.

    However, there is no higher authority, so no way of murdering them. Because that’s what the death penalty is– state-sponsored murder.

    —

    PS, for anyone who thinks the death penalty is okay, read this:

    It all began when they took me from my home
    And put me on Death Row,
    A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.

    I began to warm and chill
    To objects and their fields,
    A ragged cup, a twisted mop
    The face of Jesus in my soup
    Those sinister dinner deals
    The meal trolley’s wicked wheels
    A hooked bone rising from my food
    And all things either good or ungood.

    And the mercy seat is waiting
    And I think my head is burning
    And in a way I’m yearning
    To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
    An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
    And anyway I told the truth
    And I’m not afraid to die.

    I hear stories from the chamber
    Christ was born into a manger
    And like some ragged stranger
    He died upon the cross
    Might I say it seems so fitting in its way
    He was a carpenter by trade
    Or at least that’s what I’m told

    My kill hand’s tatooed E.V.I.L.
    Across it’s brother’s fist
    That filthy five!
    They did nothing to challenge or resist.

    In Heaven His throne is made of gold
    The ark of his Testament is stowed
    A throne from which I’m told
    All history does unfold.
    It’s made of wood and wire
    And my body is on fire
    And God is never far away.

    Into the mercy seat I climb
    My head is shaved, my head is wired
    And like a moth that tries
    To enter the bright eye
    I go shuffling out of life
    Just to hide in death awhile
    And anyway I never lied.

    And the mercy seat is waiting
    And I think my head is burning
    And in a way I’m yearning
    To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
    An eye for an eye
    And a tooth for a tooth
    And anyway I told the truth
    And I’m not afraid to die.

    And the mercy seat is burning
    And I think my head is glowing
    And in a way I’m hoping
    To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
    An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
    And anyway there was no proof
    And I’m not afraid to die.

    And the mercy seat is glowing
    And I think my head is smoking
    And in a way I’m hoping
    To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
    A life for a life and a truth for a truth
    And I’ve got nothing left to lose
    And I’m not afraid to die.

    And the mercy seat is smoking
    And I think my head is melting
    And in a way that’s helping
    To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
    An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
    And anyway I told the truth
    But I’m afraid I told a lie.

    Feel free to post your opinions on the death penalty.

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    ‘77 Trans Am

    December 9, 2005

    Now, this is a ‘77 Pontiac Trans Am. And this is me (the hansom guy in the red shirt, that is). I like American cars. I have vowed that before I’m 30, I will own and use a classic American car. A ’70s Trans Am is high on the list of possibilities.

    Now, we have this show on one of the Dutch TV channels, where they pimp up cars (much like X-to-the-Z does on MTV). Today, they had that Trans Am. And they did something I’ll never forget. They completely fcuked the car up.

    There is no need for body kits on a Trans Am. The shapes of the ’70s Trans Am are already so muscular, so extremely sexy, it doesn’t need meddling. They completely rebuild that awesome front end, and turned into something hidious. I’m sorry, I don’t have photos.

    The fcukers. They should be punished.

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    It’s still today to me

    December 8, 2005

    It’s 00:07 here. But that don’t matter. It’s sill today to me.

    Today, 25 years ago, John Lennon was murdered by a crazy fan.

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    Red-haired lady

    I ended my previous entry in the Social Life category with these words: “In a few moments, we’ll go drinking. Looking forward to it.”

    And by golly, did we have us a jolly good time. I’ll pick out the best scene. It’s a classic Thom-action.

    We were discussing one of our professors. He is a total dick. For no apparant reason at all, he has decided that I, Marco, Marloes and Levi are not to be tought properly. He has stated multiple times that he does not like us. According to him, we are not worthy of being in university (maybe I should tell the dickhead how I did Latin/Greek school without failing one single year)(or how I did reasonably well with Psychology for two years (if you leave out Statistics, that is)), and what not. He had already expelled me from his course. Now Marco is off too. And Marloes is close too. But I digress.

    No, I’m not digressing. I need to tell you about the red-haired girl. There’s this red-haired lady in the course I got expelled from. From day one, it was apparant that the prof. didn’t like me and the rest of the guys, so he didn;t help us at all. But he was helping the red-haired lady. But, there’s thing she has. I dunno what, but she has this something, I don’t know what. Anyway. Now I am digressing.

    Back to the pub. It’s the pub in the middle of my university’s main building. I was drinking with Nancy, Marco, Martin and Sarieke. Sarieke was about to leave. Right then, I got a txt msg from Marloes, in which she explained she might also get expelled. In total frustration, I read the txt msg aloud, and after that, I said: “It just ain’t fcuking fair, he keeps beating us [I’m now pointing out myself and Marco] down to the ground, yet he keeps on helping people like that rad-haired girl!” I said it, accidentally, in such a way that it seemed as if I was blaiming the poor red-haired lady. After I said that line, Martin’s face tightens. I look towards Marco. He says…

    “Dude… She’s sitting right behind you…”

    Shit. She really sat there. I looked at her big smile for exactly a tenth of a second, before looking at the guys and Nancy again. Sarieke just walked out. I turn my head again, and I’m looking down into the red-haired lady’s face– she came up to our table. Then, with a slight smile on her face, cigarette in one hand, staring me straight into the eyes, she spoke the words which we will never forget:

    “So, what’s up with me?”

    Muchos respectas. I explained. She laughed. I am really grateful for being talkative. Sometimes.

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    Four

    As seen on Eugenia’s blog and her husband’s.

    FOUR JOBS YOU’VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
    Cleaner
    Supermarket assistant (for one evening, god that job sucked)
    Order collector (don’t ask)
    Guy-who-does-stuff-in-DIY-shop

    FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER
    American History X
    Forrest Gump
    Pulp Fiction
    Finding Nemo

    FOUR CITIES YOU’VE LIVED IN
    Zuid-Scharwoude
    Warmenhuizen
    -
    -

    FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
    Dead Like Me
    Friends
    Married With Children
    Mythbusters

    FOUR PLACES YOU’VE BEEN ON VACATION
    Austin, TX, US
    Berlin, Germany
    Sweden/Finland
    And just about any country in Europe, basically

    FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
    OSNews
    My blog
    Geenstijl
    The Inq

    FOUR OF YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS
    Toasted bread with old Dutch cheese
    Spagetti/Tagliatelli/any pasta bolognesa
    Patatje Curry
    Hutspot

    FOUR PLACES YOU’D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
    Next to Chantal Janzen
    Next to another girl I ain’t specifying :).
    Next to a DB9
    Out drinking with me mates

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    Drinking

    December 7, 2005

    I had a good weekend. I know I’m a bit late, but the last few days were kinda hectic. Of course it started all with my birthday last Thursday. It was a fun day, kinda hectic due to me having to go to university too.

    Friday I had to do so much stuff. Buy gifts for 5th December (Dutch people’ll know), gifts for someone else who also turned 21 the 1st December, write the poem for 5th December (Dutch people’ll also know), and I had to work Firday evening. After work, I participated full-length in the Kmac podcast, as a substitute for one of the regular hosts. It was fun.

    In between all that, I got in a huge dispute at university. But I’ll save that for another, more detailed post. Grmbl.

    Saturday eve, first Marcel came around to give me my birthday gift (more Martini! Got a total of 6.25l now), and after that I was meeting up with Renaatje. We watched TV, and played TricTrac. She got all, well, not pissed, but, she didn’t like it I was watching Chantal Janzen on TV. If I didn’t know better I’d think Renaatje was jealous ;).

    Sunday I had to fix someone’s computer. Took me 3 hours.

    Monday, more gift-buying. In the evening, gift-giving. I got more stuff for when I move out. If the gods of housing are in a good mood, that is.

    Tuesday, university time again. But after that, I went out to dinner with almost the same group as I went to Belgium with. It was fun. After that, some of us went to the pub where Gleuf works to watch PSV Eindhoven reach the last 16 in the Champion’s League. Also fun.

    And now I’m in class. In a few moments, we’ll go drinking. Looking forward to it.

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    Loser

    December 5, 2005

    Hahahaha! Just to show how useless and bad OSViews is, kellym just posted the news that FreeBSD 6.0 is ready for release…

    …the silly fcuk…

    …FreeBSD 6.0 was released exactly one month ago! You are one month due, you moron! This again proves you know nothing of operating systems and the world that surrounds it.

    PS: I’m not linking. Matter of principle.

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    21

    December 1, 2005

    I’ve turned 21 today :). Got me a coffee machine (I got the Bosch Gustino, in black), and lots of Martini (a total of 3.25litres), and more. I’ll be properly celebrating my birthday somewhere in January.

    Thanks everyone, for the cards, gifts, and handshakes & kisses. Means a lot :).

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