Cheeeese Gromit!

I hate funerals. Everyone is staring at a wooden box and crying like waterfalls. People get emotional during the ceremony and pretty much everyone is very happy when they're out of the building. Someone like me, who is also looking happy inside church, is frowned upon. Although I didn't feel sad in any way during the funeral, I did have trouble playing Nothing Else Matters. Forgot about half of the intro, never happened before in the two or three years that I play that song. I suppose there's some symbolism behind that, go figure it out for yourself. Rest in peace and stop talking about the bloody war in the afterlife!

Some good news too, since I finally got a job (during the holidays that is, still need to find one for the weekends). Moneh! Not loads of it, but enough to buy some stuff. I ordered some Uruk-Hai helmets from Sideshow Weta, since they are by far the most kick arse army Tolkien has conceived. Furthermore I plan to buy a new console, probably a Wii. I'm still in doubt, might get a PS2 with Guitar Hero as well. We'll see, Nintendo should say some important stuff halfway through September, let's see if it'll be enough to convince me. It will take an effort after the dissapointing New Super Mario Bros., but here's hoping that they will give me an atomic wedgie and spank my shining ass in the process.

In other news, I hereby announce that my second blog...

Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back
No more
No more
No more
No more!

... that my second blog will soon be deleted. For those of you who didn't know I had a second blog; not to worry. I will merge its content with this blog from now on. Meaning that now and then, posts in Dutch and posts with random texts (meant as song lyrics) will pop up right here, in the Vichyssoise of Verbiage. Penny for the guy who can pronounce that without making his tongue look like a hamster on crack. Vichyssswalalala, yikes, that hurt!

Cheeeese Gromit!

Check out Wallace & Gromit & The Curse of the Were-Rabbit if you like animation movies, because it rocks. It's got hyperactive bunnies, queer dogs, women who look like carrots and loads of other stuff that makes you laugh your bottom off. Seriously, the movie is hilarious. Remind me to get it on dvd sometime soon.

Get it on dvd, you lazy tit!

Why, thank you, I will!

Now I'm off to watch Magnolia, listen to children songs, play with babes in bikinis (oi, gerrof Hanne, not-yet!), eat things that look a bit like poopoo, drink some stuff that looks coffee, tastes like coffee but is bloody cold (punch the idiot that came up with Guinness to death with a kitten on a stick!) and munch some giant underwear whilst sitting on a dinousaur and being a squirrel. Rest assured, it's not supposed to make sense.