Cogs can think.

Monday evening I was in Amsterdam, with bestest best friend Renate and her boyfriend, Bart. After quite the successful meetup a few weeks ago (LESBIANS! LESBIANS! LESBIANS! IRL!) we figured a follow-up would be in order.

I learned one thing. No matter how much apple juice you pour over a throw-away barbecue, it won’t quell the fire. It might seem that way, but the smoking and burning trash can in the Oosterpark kind of disagreed with that one. Bart and I wanted to do the sensible thing (don’t say a word, and RUN), but Renate had to be all goodie two shoes and sensible about the whole thing and fill a plastic bag with water from the pond to save the trash can.

In other words, we wouldn’t appear in the papers as VANDALS SET FIRE TO TRASH CAN. I never felt so disappointed in my entire life.

There were more important matters to attend to that night, though. I had brought The Holy Items along - the two Dead Like Me seasons on DVD. The Gospel has to be spread in these days of darkness, and as a founding member of The Church Of Dead Like Me, I had to do St. Georgia’s bidding and find new members for our Church. The good thing about this Church is that it doesn’t really involve anything. Just that you have seen the series at least 3 times, and can memorise at least 10 quotes, and use them in appropriate (or inappropriate if you have no social life) contexts in your every day life.

It wasn’t long before I got the two lovebirds hooked on Dead Like Me. It was hard to contain my excitement about having initiated two new members, as evidenced by my frantic rocking back and forth in the Ikea chair I was sitting in. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing St. Georgia would be pleased.

Sadly, we didn’t get to see the lesbians this time. I guess 2D pixelated ones from t3h intertubes will have to do for now.