She must have been really "desperate"
Clearly, I am not the only one using the men's room:
... And notice how her blouse matches the restroom door...
Clearly, I am not the only one using the men's room:
... And notice how her blouse matches the restroom door...
Melanie Coles, a Canadian artist, has brought "Where's Waldo" into the 21st century, by painting a 54ft version of him on a Vancouver rooftop and challenging users of Google Earth to find him.
How cool is that!? You can create your giant Waldo, too, put it on your roof and wait for Google to update their aerial photography of your area.
(REUTERS) The Beijing authorities have been working long and hard in the run-up to the Olympics to stamp out Chinglish — but examples still abound all round town of this unique mix of Mandarin and English.
It’s fun checking out the slogans on T-shirts to find the finest example of strangulated language.
Some Chinglish has even won the official stamp of approval.
“Brokeback” — popularised from the movie “Brokeback Mountain” about two gay cowboys – has passed the test with formal acceptance by Chinese scholars as Mandarin shorthand for gay.
But it would be hard to top the all-time favourite quintet of Chinglish entries picked by the U.S.-based Global Language Monitor:
– If you are stolen, call the police
– Airline Pulp (food served aboard airlines)
– The slippery are very crafty (slippery when wet)
– Do not climb the rocketry (rock wall)
– Deformed man toilet (handicapped restroom)
Just for the record: I DON'T want some of his stuff. Ick!
Cookies!
Stroopwafels, to be exact. Unlike Cookie Monster I stay true to my cookie roots!
Don't get me wrong, I like fruit(s) too.
In case your wondering: Krista's mom isn't good with names and refers to me as "the cookie lady"... Yes; stroopwafels are starting to become my trademark 
Dutch is not my mother tongue (neither is English) but I speak both. My mother used to point out the importance of speaking proper Dutch when I was little. I'm glad I listened and paid attention in school. In addition to that I was addicted to reading. (Still am, by the way, just not as bad as in the olden days.) I even used to pore over the dictionary at home when I was in elementary school. By the time I was 10 I was very into writing short stories (and quite good at it, too, judging by the grades).
That said, I'm not good with words like some people are. I am terrible at sweet talking (suave is not in my dictionary), and I'm rather blunt than fancy. So I tend to stick to simple and sturdy, but I appreciate it when others make an effort using big words. Like actress Emma Thompson. The versatile actress had to go out and break out a $1.10-word in her Proust Questionnaire answers for Vanity Fair this month.
Things were going along jovially, with a bit of Emma's trademark wit and good-natured self deprecation. (She called her “dimply thighs” the thing she liked least about her appearance and “cleanliness” the most overrated virtue.). And then, holy Shakespeare, out came the big one.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Uxoriousness.
Time to break out the Merriam-Webster again:
Uxoriousness: adj.
“excessively fond of or submissive to a wife”
Wow.
Tina, you crack me up. I missed "Baby mama" when I was visiting NYC in April (I don't think it'll show in theatres in my country...) but this is good, too:
Some badonkadonk you got there, girl friend! And you workin whatcha mama gave you ;)
These cracked me up:
Rachel: I love my new husband. Whoa, check out the florist.
Luce: Hi, I sell flowers.
Heck: I’m screwed.
Megan: 2-4-6-8! Being straight is really great!
Graham: Gimme a G! Gimme an A! Gimme a Y! What’s that spell? Gay! Gay! Gay!
Megan: I like your cheer better. Let’s make out.Thanks to AfterEllen.com
Thank you, Jon Stewart for being your usual witty self :)
Wouldn't this be an interesting welcome to the city?
Some clever street artist took liberties with an ad for the USS Pampanito Submarine at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. It certainly seems like a far more exciting tourist destination now.
Gawker lauds it as best in class in the recent trend in "remixing" advertisements, noting, "This is the kind of creative work you can only get when your city leads the country in both gay liberation and designers per capita."
Currently listening to Holly McNarland (album: Chin up buttercup) and The Delays (album: You see colors)
De afgelopen week werd ik eraan herinnerd dat mijn rechterschouder chronisch ontstoken is, toen dat pijnlijke, branderige gevoel weer langzaam opspeelde. Ik heb het de fysiotherapeut afgelopen woensdag niet verteld - misschien was het beter als ik het wel gedaan had. Donderdagnacht heb ik slecht geslapen; elke keer als ik een tijdje op mijn rechterzijde gelegen had, werd ik wakker door de pijn, en moest ik weer plat op mijn rug liggen. Nou ja, plat. Met een kussen onder mijn hoofd en eentje onder mijn linkerschouder. Dat ligt niet onprettig, maar probeer eens een hele nacht op je rug te blijven liggen. Dat gaat niet. Ik was blij dat het weekend er eindelijk was, zodat ik kon uitslapen. Dat dacht ik tenminste. Ik sliep net zo slecht als de nacht ervoor, en er waren zelfs een paar keren waarbij ik niet alleen wakker werd van de pijn in beide schouders, maar ook nog van mijn eigen gekreun terwijl ik in mijn slaap een comfortabele lig-positie probeerde te vinden. Rond een uur of 10 gaf ik het op; met een beetje geluk heb ik toch nog een uurtje of zes geslapen, schat ik.
Sinds ik mijn schouder uit de kom heb gehad zo'n drie weken terug, slaap ik slecht. Een weekje geleden stopte ik met de Ibuprofen bruis, maar heb vandaag besloten om voor het slapen gaan weer een dosis in te nemen. (Ik twijfel of ik daarbij Diclofenac mag gebruiken voor de ontsteking in mijn rechterschouder.) Ik hoop dat de pijn morgen minder is, zodat ik maandag weer kan gaan werken...
Anyhoo, aangezien ik geen koffie drink heb ik de laatste weken meer energie drankjes gedronken dan dat ik normaliter doe. Niet erg gezond, ik weet het, maar ik heb toch iets nodig dat me helpt om wakker en alert te blijven op het werk. Toen AJ hoorde dat ik sinds een aantal dagen pijn heb in beide schouders, reageerde ze met het volgende: [Your] shoulders hurt because [your] angel wings are trying to sprout.
Dat is het liefste en meest originele wat ik in een lange tijd heb gehoord. Toen Trevor over mijn angel wings hoorde, borduurde hij erop voort met [You] may have a devilish streak and [you're] even a little horny at times, but we all know [you're] really a perfect angel (okay maybe a little flawed, but only until [your] arm heals).
J
This cracked me up - I just had to share it:
Ik heb er even over getwijfeld of ik deze foto online zou zetten. En ach, waarom niet, eh.
Deze foto is genomen toen Tweety en ik op weg terug naar het hotel waren. We waren naar Avenue Q geweest, ik was aangestoken met het Avenue Q virus en dus melig, en Tweety had zich tegoed gedaan aan suiker (die brownie was zaaalig!):
HEH.
This ol' bastard is surely getting his daily excersize:
A few weeks ago the BBC aired an episode of "Hotel Babylon" that had John Barrowman guest starring - thanks to my UK friend Wendy, I didn't miss it. It was hilariously camp and John played his part over the top:
I couldn't help but snicker while watching that scene.
Last night Wendy also mentioned (after I watched the season finale of Torchwood) that John was on a "chat" show earlier on Channel 4. I searched YouTube (what else) and found his appearance on aforementioned show:
Oh my! Cheeky boys.
I haven't seen Juno yet, but this parody is hilarious:
Currently listening to Bruce Springsteen (album: Magic)
Someone alerted me to an old Sarah McLachlan interview (Details Magazine January 1998). Its subtitle basically captures it all - in my opinion: "When Lilith's fair Lady is good, shes very, very good. But when she is bad, she's better."
A FRIEND OF MINE COULD ONLY DESCRIBE YOU AS UNICORNY --AND SHE'S A FAN. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR PERSONA IS?
Oh, you know --Sarah McLachlan, the ethereal, poetic, waiflike fairy who burns incense, reads poetry all day, and lives in a fucking tree. I mean, I am sensitive and I do have wind chimes and a hot tub and I am into homeopathic medicines and herbs, but I also like a good scotch sometimes.
SO SOMETIMES YOU LISTEN TO WIND CHIMES IN YOUR HOT TUB WITH A SCOTCH?
Yeah --but I draw the line at the cigar business. I think they're disgusting.
NOT TO MENTION PENIS SUBSTITUTES. Not as tasty. I'm obsessed with penises. When I was a kid I used to have all these floating-image dreams of bananas in little Chippendales outfits --isnt that funny? -- and then latter I had this wonderful dream that I was this gay man and I had this beautiful Chinese robe on, and my robe opened up and I had these huge erect penises. It was amazing --double ejaculation!
WHY DON'T YOU PUT THIS SEX STUFF IN YOUR SONGS?
I don't really, do I? Well, penises don't anger or sadden me, you know? I dont have any negative thoughts about them, I just enjoy them a lot --so it doesn't enter the picture.
SO TELL ME --DO YOU SPIT OR SWALLOW?
Swallow. Definitely swallow.
HOW ROMANTIC.
(laughs) I'm completely sucked in by beauty and romance -- it's pathetic. But I also love the underbelly, the beauty in ugliness. My favorite artist are people like the photographer Joel-Peter Witkin, the painter Egon Schiele, and the war poet Wilfred Owen.
BEAUTY IN UGLINESS. ISNT IT IRONIC THAT AS A CHILD IN HALIFAX YOU WERE CONSIDERED SO UGLY THAT KIDS NICKNAMED YOU MEDUSA?
I felt totally Wiener Dog -- I mean, my teeth were so bad that I had to wear retainers for two years to straighten them out enough to even put braces on them. (laughs) Medusa started sixth grade when I had long curly hair; and me and an acquaintance of mine showed each other our breast --well, she had breast, I had nothing. Anyway, one of my evil girlfriends --which was the only kind of friend I had at the time -- told everyone that I was a lesbian, and from then on everybody in school hated me. I mean, I couldn't get laid for miles -- boys use to see me and fall on the ground and writhe and scream that they were turning to stone. The first time, I cried; the fiftieth time, it was like, get over yourself.
OKAY, SO WERE YOU A LESBIAN?
I wasn't really, but I've always been open to the falling in love with a woman. I've had crushes on them and I've kissed my fair share, lemme tell ya, but that's as far as I've gone.
NEVER TO THE BEDROOM?
No, though there was a broom closet one time with a cute little bartender in Boston.
I ASSUME THAT WAS BEFORE YOU MARRIED YOUR DRUMMER, ASHWIN SOOD. WAS YOUR BAND COMPLETELY APPALLED?
Nope, they were like, oh here she goes again, cause I was with the keyboard player before that. (laughs) One misogynistic dog of a DJ in Vancouver said I was fucking my way through the band, but hey, I didnt mean for it to happen. Its just that I'm not the kind of person to deny myself things that when they are very strong and in my face. (belches) Excuse me.
YOU'RE EXCUSED. IF YOU WERE A SPICE GIRL, WHAT WOULD YOUR NICKNAME BE?
Smelly Spice. I fart a lot.
SPEAKING OF GIRL POWER, DID THE CRITICISM OF YOUR CREATION, THE LILITH FAIR TOUR, BOTHER YOU?
It could have been more diverse --some saw it as a white-chick folk tour; which it kinda became -- but it was our first year: It would have been cool to have, lets say, Hole or L7, but people who like me probably dont like Hole, and people who like Hole probably cant stand me. What I say to people who say negative stuff is Fuck off --you try to pull off something like this.
WHAT ELSE MAKES YOU ANGRY?
Violence more than anything else. I get most disgusted with people who hurt children or beat other people up.
SO WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF AN ARTIST LIKE MARILYN MANSON, WHO TRAFFICS IN VIOLENCE?
Does he, though? See, I think the Devil has gotten a bad rap. The Devil is the fallen angel, the one who was willing to embrace his dark side, whereas all the other angels were in total denial. The Devil is more like us --were all the Devil and were all God. So maybe me and Marilyn Manson should get together and have a conversation.
Interview by Brantly Bardin
Broom closet had me snickering... She can snog me anytime, anywhere. There, I've said it! 
Currently listening to Ozark Henry (DVD: Easter Sunday - live at the Ancienne Belgique, Brussels)
She has amazing arms (as does host Cathy DeBuono), talks with her hands, has a good sense of humor and is smart. And she sings nice, too.
Watch the entire episode here... Too bad she flunked "Famous Canadians" 
Last week Cathy's guest vlogger was someone called Jennifer Corday, who ended the vlog on an utterly hilarious note:
... but never "guy". I don't like using public restrooms, because I always run the risk of being kicked out. I do have a witty reply for when a woman points out that I am, in fact, in the ladies room: Nice to know you know how to read, too
I'm sure it's a local thing to call a person woman "guy" (I just don't know how local), but I've never been called "guy". If it ever happens, I hope I'm sharp enough to reply: Honey, do I LOOK like a guy to you? Because if I do, you need your eyes checked.
Heh.
Or: How to avoid trapped arm whilst cuddling in bed.
1. Get 24 boxes of condoms
and randomly put them in peoples carts
when they aren't looking.
2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off
at 5-minute intervals.
3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor
leading to the rest rooms.
4. Walk up to an employee
and tell him/her in an official tone 'Code 3' in housewares
. . . and see what happens.
5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.
6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. Set up a tent in the camping department
and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in
if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.
8. When a clerk asks if they can help you
begin to cry and ask 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
9. Look right into the security camera
use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.
10. While handling guns in the hunting department ask the clerk
if he knows where the anti-depressants are.
11. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.
12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look"
using different size funnels.
13. Hide in a clothing rack
and when people browse through say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"
14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker assume the fetal position
and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"
(And; last, but not least!)
15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while.
Then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"
OK... So... I started today with this vlog and it made me laugh out really loud. It's silly, it's a little naughty, but all in good jest. I've watched it two more times - and now I'm sharing it with you:
More mayhem can be found on AfterEllen.com
De afgelopen dagen hebben AJ en ik elkaar over en weer gemaild over onze trip naar San Francisco.
AJ is een Amerikaanse vriendin die in Chicago woont - vandaar contact via E-mail. Eigenlijk zouden we vorig jaar gaan, maar door omstandigheden hebben we het naar dit jaar verschoven. Uiteindelijk kwam dat goed uit, want daardoor kon ik naar Canada gaan :)
Anyhoo, afgelopen vrijdag waren Krista, AJ en ik tegelijkertijd online en aan het "chatten" (en er waren ook een paar andere Amerikaanse vrienden bij). Aanvankelijk ging het over iets onschuldigs, totdat Krista een opmerking maakte over dollar biljetten en rozenblaadjes. AJ kaatste terug dat ze geen stripper is, maar dat het geld zeker welkom is. Daarop kon ik het niet laten om virtueel met Euro's te gaan zwaaien. Heh. En ik zei AJ dat in mijn Lonely Planet gids voor San Fran ook een stukje in stond over strip clubs (echt waar!) en grapte dat ik misschien bij eentje naar binnen moet gaan voor een lapdance.
Een paar anderen begonnen ook lekker bijdehante opmerkingen te maken, waarop Krista voorstelde dat als ik AJ betaalde om te strippen zij mijn lapdance zou verzorgen. Zo daar werd ik ff stil van zeg!
Anyhoo...
My friend Saskia has an issue with wearing glasses; she thinks they make her unattractive. I've tried convincing her that women wearing glasses can be just as attractive (if not more). The added bonus is that they look intelligent, too.
... Nuff said. Heh.
The following clip got me snickering: Tig's got a point there, but I think I prefer the - rude - frankness of a guy over the whispering-behind-my-back some women are good at on whether I'm a "he" or a "she"... WHATEVER!
Currently listening to Daughtry (album: Daughtry)
When I saw these pics of Sheba last night I just cracked up (they're too cute):
And this is what my friend Krista said: [...] Sheba decided she is in love with the tree and started sleeping under it. Every once in awhile she just can't control being a cat and starts attacking the tree. [...]
Well, Sheba definitely looks caught *LMAO*
THAT CRACKED ME UP *lol*
... With a bod like that, and a voice like that? Oh yea!
Exclusive First Look At This Week’s Shocking New Issue Of People
By now we all know that JK Rowling shocked the wizarding world last weekend by outing beloved grandfatherly wizard Albus Dumbledore as being gay. BWE.tv has leared exclusively, through our shadowy network of wizard tabloid operatives, that Rowling made the announcement only to pre-empt the shocking expose in this week’s People Magazine based on magical gossipmongering blogger Rita Skeeter’s sordid allegations about the wizard’s sexuality. Here’s an exclusive preview of the magazine.
Update: with some help we get to see the front of our mystery groper. And, as I suspected, it only furthers The Gay. Heavens, it’s almost textbook. Punky hair. Camo shirt. Wrist cuffs. Studded belts. Cargo slacks. Checkered Vans...
And for the coup de grace, Jessica is wearing the exact same Vans. Flip to the “How to Become Gay Twins”-chapter in the big "Lesbian Relationship Handbook" and you’ll find this picture under Step 1: Buy the same sneakers and wear them out together.
Watch both pics. Do you see what I see? They even have the same facial expressions. In both pictures. Nuff said, eh? *snickers*
Click here for more pictures surrounding the groping incident.
So, let’s discuss this picture for a minute. I know it’s been making the rounds for a bit now, but I can no longer ignore it’s inherently gay qualities. In fact, it’s just screaming out for further dissection. So, let’s dissect. Here is Jessica Biel and her tank-top wearing friend on the sidelines of the Green Bay Packers at Lambeau Field game earlier this month. In front of her, as handily pointed out by TMZ's big yellow arrow, is Jessica’s boyfriend Justin Timberlake. And behind her, Jessica’s friend appears to be giving her behind a nice, firm squeeze.
OK, gratuitous girl-on-girl ass grab aside, this photo is just brimming with The Gay. The girls’ tank tops? Super gay. Their wide, toned shoulders? Mega gay. Their matching shaggy You’re-Looking-Very-Shane-Today hair? Come on, don’t make me repeat it. And that’s not even touching on their butch belts or her buff forearms. I mean, you don’t even have to have good gaydar to pick that stuff up, just moderately good vision. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn this shot was taken at the Dinah Shore. It’s that gay. Based on all this irrefutable empirical evidence, Jessica Biel is clearly either a straight woman trapped in a gay woman’s body or, well, just plain gay.
Taken from Dorothy Surrenders blogspot.
Well, whether it's set up for laughs or not: they're taking sexy back from Justin! So, erm... Krista, is my butt still up for grabs? 
Currently listening to Roisin Murphy (album: Overpowered)
My friend Krista came up with a link to this highly entertaining little video - check it out here (I assure you you'll be laughing out loud!)... Seriously, have you ever seen anything like that? Note its little friend (on the left) is trying to join in, but not quite succeeding.
I wish I was that towel *G*
Oh wait, I love that song. If I were Kate's towel I wouldn't be able to dance to Scissor Sisters myself... Hm.
Someone called this my "Narnia" picture, and frankly - even if I didn't come up with it - he has a point: snow, lamp post...
Today saw the kick off of the Women's World Cup with defending champions Germany against Argentina. Predictably, Germany one the match easily. Unfortunately, Argentina got slaughtered: 11-0 for the German team. I have to add that defense on the Argentinian team was horrible!
Like with other peoples, Americans are stereotyped as well. (Duh!)
Now watch as Miss South Carolina explains why a fifth of Americans can’t even find America on a world map during this past weekend’s Miss Teen USA Pageant. The most frightening thing? She finished third-runner up. That means out of 51 total contestants, there were 47 other girls even worse than her.
Is this the future of “U.S. Americans”? Scary!
“Fucking do the Hokey Pokey!” *LOL*
Tina Fey is in Nederland geen bekend gezicht. Eigenlijk best jammer; ze is scherp, heeft een geweldig gevoel voor humor... En ze ziet er niet verkeerd uit. Bij het bekijken van dit clipje heb ik erg hard moeten lachen :)
Ik zou best een avondje met haar willen stappen - bwahahahahaha...
Thankgawd for the internet: I really enjoy "The Friday Night Project", but since it's not a show aired by BBC1 / BBC2 I can only watch it through the 'net. The past installment featured John Barrowman Woo-hoo!
... I'd definitely shag John - bwahahahahaha!
Erm... What stereotypes?!
... and, frankly, neither did I!
The expression on Jake Shears's face is priceless! Bwahahahahaha...
(As far as I know, the presenter - Steve Jones - is straight. Not that it matters...)
It was on the Beeb last week and I called my mum about it! Watched it, and it was hilarious.
In the second part (not posted, but check YouTube!) a Dutch girl asked them to arrest her and a few Cagney & Lacey fans were invited over the phone to play the theme song using a kazoo... *lol* And Tyne wondering why Natalie Imbruglia would put out a singles collection ("You've been in the business for such a long long time.") *lol*
You might want to skip this post... Although on the other hand "Would I lie to you" is a highly entertaining British tv show.
On Friday I skipped after work drinks with my coworkers in favor of something way more fun - with my friend Tweety. We agreed on dinner (I made reservations at a nice Mexican restaurant) and she was to pick me up (she was 15 minutes early ). Another friend of mine had got us tickets to the party, and we were going to meet up half an hour before midnight.
The food was good (I had the pollo picante, of course) and somehow along the way Tweety and I got sucked into a silly mood. We laughed at silly things and cracked silly jokes, and there were a few men who were obviously trying to figure out what gender I was.
The two guys at the table next to us thought I was a gay guy... Until our desert arrived and Tweety insisted on feeding eachother some of that yummy sherbet - she wanted to mess with their heads, and we succeeded in doing so. My friend Julia commented that the guys probably went home with something to fantasize about. Tweety and I pondered on it, too, but we rather not think about it.
Anyhoo, part of the silliness stems from discussing non-verbal signs used by (straight) women to express interest in their dates. Such as the lip lick - Tweety and I now have our own version Such as the hair twirl... The proverbial icing on the cake was that an interacial couple (who were obviously dating) show cased interesting behaviour. While the guy was trying to entertain his date with what he thought were interesting stories, his date was laughing out loud every so often and I'm sure that even a deaf man would be able to tell that that was fake.
It made Tweety gag, and we cracked up even more when we made up our own seduction scenarios.
The picture above was taken by Tweety on the sly; I thought she was checking whether she had any text messages, so I wasn't paying attention to her (but to my hot/spicy chicken).
We took our time having dinner, and with the pending Summer vacation for kids in school we got a postcard with the check - courtesy of Popo, who would stick a stamp on it later and mail it for us! Being in a silly mood I suggested I write Tweety's mom a card. And I did (Tweety helped me).
Then we walked back to the car to move it to the parking lot across the street from the venue.
I have to say that it was unusually cool for the time of year, and there was a light drizzle by the time we arrived at the venue (called "Effenaar"). Before leaving and driving to Eindhoven I briefly considered putting on surfer's shorts (to match my T-shirt) but decided against it because of the weather.
My friend P arrived - with the tickets, and a friend - shortly after.
Tweety and I were still in that silly mood, so it wasn't before long that we were having fun at/on the dance floor - making P laugh along the way as well.
Tweety noticed what she thought was a chick with well defined biceps (I didn't see it) and from up close it turned out that the blonde was actually a bit on the scrawny side. And, as Tweety noticed, shorter than she thought. (Well, taller than I am anyway.) Scrawny chick started cruising Tweety a bit, but Tweety let her know in a non-verbal way that she wasn't interested 
I noticed that a lot of chicks noticed my "Surf Instructor" t-shirt. Hm. I had put it on because it was a bikini slash postcard party (yes, it had a theme) and since I don't have bikinis... Unfortunately, no hot gays in Speedos either
We had an awesome night out (I got home around 03:30 am) and we're looking forward to the Scissor Sisters concert on Wednesday!
PS I had a wind surfing clinic on Friday June 20 (yes, my first time - and I really liked it!) and I had put on that same t-shirt (I thought it would be somewhat fitting). The surf instructor noticed it and asked me after class was over at the end of the day where I got it from... And I replied: kids' dept. (Which is the truth!) Needless to say he was slightly disappointed.
This was aired in BBC1 several weeks ago; I laughed hard when I watched it the first time. I am still roaring with laughter watching it over... and over John on his own is awesome, but "paired up" with Sir Andrew Webber is priceless!
Here's another side of John:
Op het werk (en erbuiten; bij advocatenkantoren in dit arrondissement) sta ik bekend als professioneel, (klant)vriendelijk en behulpzaam. In het kort: ik probeer mensen te woord te staan zoals ik het zelf ook zou willen.
Zo kwam ik een brief tegen van een advocate, van buiten het arrondissement, die niet volgens de landelijke richtlijnen had gehandeld. In dit soort gevallen bel ik degene op en wijs die persoon erop, zodat ze de “fout” kunnen herstellen.
Bij het zien van de naam ging ergens in de verte een lichtje branden. De secretaresse verbond me door met desbetreffende advocate… En toen ik haar stem hoorde, kwam er als eerst een onintelligent klinkend “Huh?” uit mijn mond; zij heeft ooit (onbedoeld) mijn hartje sneller laten kloppen.
Ze praatte tegen me alsof we elkaar vorige maand nog gesproken hadden (’t is alweer een aantal jaren - vier - geleden dat ik haar voor het laatst zag) en we hadden het al snel over koetjes en kalfjes (hoe onprofessioneel). De eigenlijke reden waarom ik haar belde werd niet vergeten, en ik wees haar er op. Ze gaf toe dat wat ze gedaan heeft niet correct is, maar dat ze dat gaat herstellen. Ze kon het niet laten om, zoals vanouds, een paar plagerige opmerkingen te maken. En vanouds reageerde ik er gemaakt verontwaardigd op.
Ze liet me de groeten doen aan de rechtbankmedewerkers die haar nog kennen (een enkeling).
Ik belde meteen één collegaatje op die bij mijn aanwijzing “haar” (het spul op je hoofd) in de gaten kreeg om wie het ging. Bij de tweede collega (de mannelijke variant) moest ik meer, en ook andere, aanwijzingen geven na mijn “Raad eens wie ik zojuist aan de telefoon had.”
Eén van de aanwijzingen die ik gaf was dat ze “hot” is (hij is vrijgezel). Ik besefte al gauw dat hij die mening waarschijnlijk niet deelt (klopt) en ik verzekerde dat dat kleine pakketje ook zonder kleren er goed uitziet.
Er volgde toen een stilte aan de telefoon en het begon langzaam te dagen dat dit wel erg fout klonk. Ik begon te sputteren toen hij zijn eigen - verkeerde - conclusies eraan verbond (I wish!) want hoe kon ik anders weten hoe zij er sans kleding uitziet? Eh… Kleedkamer van de sportschool?
Later op de dag liep ik richting de kantine en één van de (jongere) rechters liep met mij mee. Hij vertelde hoe hij met zijn vriendin uit was geweest in Amsterdam en dat zijn vriendin aanspraak had gemaakt op een groep homo's. Kennelijk was het zo gezellig dat die mannen bij hun aan tafel schoven.
Ik zei hem dat hij nu dat wel allemaal aan mij vertelt, maar dat hij wel heeft genoten van al die aandacht. Hij beaamde dit met een brede glimlach. Toen hij concludeerde dat hij regelmatig aandacht kreeg van homo’s, kaatste ik terug dat ik dat ook kreeg. Hij vroeg zich af waarom dat was, waarop ik antwoordde dat ik er lief en schattig uitzie – ha ha ha.
Op weg naar de afdeling kwamen we in het trappenhuis een collega van een andere afdeling tegen.
“I’m gay,” zei die rechter, “I’m gay.”
Die collega keek mij aan en ik haalde mijn schouders op: “Ik heb niks gedaan.”
“I’m as gay as…”
“Leuk om te weten,” zei die collega, en we liepen allemaal weer verder.
“I’m as gay as Christmas,” vul ik de rechter aan. Hij kijkt mij vreemd aan. Ik leg hem uit dat het een gezegde is (net zoals “Nou breekt mijn klomp”.)
“Wat is er aan de hand?” Een andere collega, van de afdeling kwam op dat moment uit de kamer van een andere rechter (van het vrouwelijk geslacht) gelopen.
“I’m gay,” zei die ene rechter, “I’m as gay as Christmas”.
Die collega keek mij aan en ik moest alweer zeggen dat ik niks had gedaan. De vrouwelijke rechter die het allemaal aanhoorde merkte droogjes op: “Als je eenmaal een man hebt gehad, wil je niet meer terug.”
Toen had ik het niet meer! Bwahahahahahah…
Dresden Dolls "spoofed" David Lee Roth's "California girls", and I actually liked their version better
Can you spot Margaret Cho?
I admit I don't watch Grey's Anatomy? Why? That whiny doctor (the "Grey" character) just gets on my nerves (and she looks like she's going to cry at any moment). But heck, there's one doctor I don't mind watching - and that's the "vagina" doctor I mean, here's Kate Walsh (the good part comes after 4 minutes into the clip - yowza!):
Smart, funny... and a great rack hot bod! Here's more of Kate:
The staff at AfterEllen decided to ask their readers to create their own list of hotties, and THIS is the outcome (pun intended). Straight men and lesbians have (slightly) different tastes in women... No real surprise there. But I'd like to add that several men responded to the AfterEllen list, basically saying that they don't agree with the majority of women in the Maxim list, and more in favor of the women in the AfterEllen list (and whether that would make them lesbians, too?). Read a compilation of those responses *here*
Here's why:
That woman is muy caliente!
... And she takes photographs using film. (I do, too!)
I think it's very funny 
Check out Joey & David's website HERE
Ik maakte gisteren even een babbeltje met de dames van PZ, toen eentje plots uitriep: "Jeetje, doe jij aan kracht training of zo?"
Het viel heel even stil, en ik had al heel snel in de gaten dat zij het tegen mij had. Ik doe inderdaad nog steeds aan kracht training - al is het lang niet zo veel als een paar jaar terug. Ik vroeg haar hoe zij dat wist.
"Kijk eens wat voor armen jij hebt," antwoordde ze, "Vergeleken met die van jou, stellen die van mij niks voor."
Ze vroeg me vervolgens om mijn biceps aan de spannen, wat ik deed. Ze was zichtbaar onder de indruk en vergeleek die van haar met die van mij... Ze maakte een zwaai-beweging en merkte vervolgens op: "Kijk wat een kipfileetjes ik heb."
Ha-ha-ha.
Haar collega spande vervolgens ook haar biceps aan en begon te lachen; ook haar triceps flapt geestdriftig mee als ze zwaait. Ze vertelde dat een vriendin van haar het "hangende spierballen" noemt bwahahahaha...
Mjah...
Hey guys? You give it a shot! Heh...
I admit - although I think "Where is the love?" was da bomb - I'm not a fan of the Black Eyes Peas. But this is... Awesome!
No, really. I like whiskey. Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Jameson, Johnny Walker... I hope I don't sound like Karen Walker.
Hm... I could actually learn something from Mizz Tyra
Ze is grappig (en af en toe zelfs grof) en ze ziet er leuk uit. In Nederland is Sarah Silverman vrijwel onbekend, maar ik wilde je deze clips niet onthouden:
... this happened when ADA Alex Cabot was still working with Detective Olivia Benson
I'm not a Trekkie fan - but George Takei rocks. Just watch the video response to Tim Hardaway's statement *lol*
FYI: Tim Hardaway is virtually unknown on this side of the Atlantic...
I was cleaning up this morning when I came across a couple of cartoons by Nina Paley. Just going through them made made me grin all over again! I love "Nina's Adventures" - here's sample 1 / sample 2 / sample 3. Heh heh...
Gehoord op het werk - tussen een vrouwelijke collega (C) en een mannelijke collega (J). Het ligt vast aan mij dat dit nogal dubieus klinkt:
C: ... hoeveel heb jij daar staan, 17 inches?
J: Ja, hij wat groter dan normaal, maar hij is 17 inches.
Film maker John Waters heeft gelijk:
"I'm a big fan of K-Fed, that's who I want to marry. What did he do that was so wrong? She's the idiot. She's the one who gave him the Ferrari. Who gives a Ferrari to rough trade? Who could blame him for taking it?"
(Canadian Press)
Ik vind K-Fed een ontzettende eikel, maar John heeft gelijk.
"Goodness Gracious Me" was a comedy sketch show (like "Smack the Pony") and was aired by the BBC several years ago.
I found these hilarious clips:
Ever wondered what the Bollywood version of "Charlie's Angels" would look like? Watch this, then? 
Btw the third Angel is Parminder Nagra from "Bend it like Beckham"
I like this Telly Tubbies spoof (it's not suitable for children under the age of twelve):
Another clip from BBC's "Tittybangbang":
Ik ben vandaag de hele dag in de weer geweest voor de personeelsvereniging van de rechtbank in het kader van de jaarlijkse sinterklaasviering. Twee van mijn collega's waren bereid om de hele dag zwarte piet te spelen (ze kregen 's middags hulp) en ze hebben zich erg goed ingeleefd in hun rollen. Een van hen ging zelfs zo ver dat toen we een klein stukje door de centrale hal (publieke ruimte!) liepen - er waren op dat moment zittingen bezig, ook strafzittingen - zij riep: "Zijn jullie ook allemaal braaf geweest?" De mensen die er zaten te wachten konden er om lachen en knikten heftig "ja".
Ha ha ha...
Photo taken off the BBC websiteThe Dutch only have BBC 1 and 2 - no BBC Three or Channel 4 - so I have to wait for "Tittybangbang" to air on another tv channel 
I have seen two episodes and the "Don't cha" spoof so far - and it's wickedly funny!
Apparently, the Beeb's now airing series two - and I managed to find a funny clip:
Actress Lucy Montgomery bears an uncanny resemblance if you ask me. Watch the video at the bottom of this page for something entirely different by Lucy...
Currently listening to Texas (album: Greatest hits)
Now and then I browse the forum on Sarah Bettens's (official) website. Apparently, Sarah does too 
A few days ago a fan posted a question about some videoclip - and ended the post with:
Oh and besides: Sarah, why don't you sell posters with that heavenly body of yours? I want you in.. eeh.. above my bed ;)
I responded with:
*lol* I think a whole bunch of us wouldn't mind Sarah in our beds. I bet Sarah's got 'em lined up for miles if she only wanted to... ;p
Sarah herself posted the following after me:
i'll consider it after my boob job. :)
Today being World Food Day, I must admit I didn't do anything special - although I am very aware of the hunger in the world... This little clip hasn't got anything to do with World Food Day, but made me laugh out really loud!
Afgelopen donderdag kreeg ik via de interne post een grappig berichtje van collega/vriendin J dat over "mara's" ging. Op dat moment zat ik alleen op kantoor, dus niemand die raar opkeek toen ik hardop lachte. Ik kon niet achterblijven, dus stuurde ik J dit:
's Avonds had ik Tweety aan de telefoon die net zo verkouden klonk als ik. En toen ik ernaar vroeg grapte zij dat het in de sushi zat ;p
Yay! I finally managed to transfer pics from my cell to my lap top.
People who are familiar with Terry Moore's Lizzie Borden character in Paradise, Too probably see a famikiar face *G*
Gisteren stelde Ciel collega H een vraag, waarop ze uiteindelijk reageerde met "Dan weet ik nu even genoeg."
"Hoe lang is even?" vroeg ik haar.
Ciel keek me aan en gaf een antwoord dat ik niet kon plaatsen, dus herhaalde ik mijn vraag. En weer antwoordde Ciel met: "Korter dan Adam."
HUH?!
Al heel snel bleek dat Ciel mijn vraag verkeerd verstaan had; zij dacht dat ik "Hoe lang is Eva?" zei, vandaar dat vreemde antwoord.
Ook gehoord op het werk - een weekje eerder:
vriendin Ineke is bevallen van zoon Tom en Ciel deelde namens haar beschuit met muisjes uit. S, jonge collega, type "lekker- ding-maar-is-geen-licht" vroeg Ciel: "Wie is er jarig?"
Ik liep met vriendinnen Chris en J door het centrum en op een gegeven moment maakte Chris de opmerking dat een bepaalde mevrouw (ze kent die een beetje - die mevrouw is al wat ouder, blondeert heur haar en staat kennelijk bekend als iemand die "rijke oude mannen verslind") "een beetje bi" is. J zei daarop: "Ze ziet er niet bi uit". Ik moest onbedaarlijk lachen.
Chris en ik vragen ons af hoe iemand die bi is er uitziet... ;p
... en ik maar denken dat de aan Harvard afgestudeerde actrice (meest recente film is "V for Vendetta") braaf was...
Dit clipje bewijst in ieder geval dat ze een goed gevoel voor humor heeft ;p
A friend of mine posted the following on a forum:
01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
