Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas 2011

Christmas really was a lot of fun this year. Also, I don't really feel like blogging about it. Sorry.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Whoops 2010

Is it Christmas again? I almost forgot.

This year, I'm doing absolutely nothing. Maybe some programming. In C#, if you're curious.

And maybe a little blogging. Yay! I know, I'm excited too!

Friday, December 25, 2009

Fuckmas 2009

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Leave me the fuck alone fuck.

See you next year.

Friday, December 26, 2008

xmas 2008

At the moment, I'm really enjoying the backing vocals to "Love of the Common People."

Talk to you next year.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

So Long And Thanks

Well, that's all. I'm a quittin' this blog now. I started it to have something to do for christmas, and because I thought it might be fun. And it was. I might get me a blog for real, as it were, but it won't be this one. This is over. Maybe I'll come back to it next christmas.

Oh, and I really think it's best, if you're going to read this thing (or even part of it), that you start at the first post, and work your way back up. Chronological, like, for sense-making purposes.

So goodbye, and welcome. Click here to go to the first post.



OMFG, it's four o'clock. At night. And work tomorrow.

I was out tonight, with My Good Friend F, sort of a christmas thing. We did that last year, went to a restaurant and then dancing, and we liked it so we did it again this year. And we liked it again.

Belgian restaurant 'Lieve' in Amsterdam. Good food (mostly, except for the fish), great conversation, so that's okay. My Good Friend F is insane, that helps.

Later, we went to the Sugar Factory, for drinking & dancing & being so cool that women would faint and men would hate us, so we drank and we danced and we were cool. And the women, well they were a bit strange. Or drunk, is a better way of putting it. No actually they were drunk and strange. At least the two that we talked to. I talked to one of them, except in the middle of a sentence she turned to My Good Friend F, and continued the conversation with him. And ignored me for the rest of the night. I mean, what? Was it something I said? My Good Friend F later ascertained that they were in fact both crazy, but he may have said that just to make me feel better.

She was pretty, too. Ah well. Apparently there's some sort of sea, and there are fish in it.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

2007: A Year In Music

Traditionally, at this time of the year, we look back at the music that gave the year so much of its character, that provided the soundtrack to our lives. What topped the charts, which newcomers found a place in our hearts, and what veteran musicians still managed to surprise us. So here it is, our selection of the musical highlights of 2007:

Not a fucking thing.


Shit, I forgot that I forgot to activate my new credit card, old one has expired. I had just ordered eight books, and then I couldn't pay. At Amazon US by the way, UK and Germany are either more expensive or don't have what I want.

Tried to order:
Full of Secrets: Critical Approaches to Twin Peaks
The Soul Of A New Machine
The Mythical Man-Month: Essays on Software Engineering
Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper
My Story: Illustrated Edition
Coney Island: Lost and Found
How the Other Half Lives: Studies Among the Tenements of New York
Five Points


Nothing to say, again.

And if you've read the previous entries, you know that I usually follow up a statement like that with the saying of things. You see right through me.

I'm going to buy stuff. I told you before that I got some bonuses, and of course I'm not going to spend it all right away, but there's going to be a certain amount of getting whatever the hell I want to get.

I'm going to Amazon, brb.


I think maybe Marilyn Monroe was a form of reconstructivist art.

Oh hi, it's Wednesday now. Just got out of bed.

Anyway, Marilyn. I find her fascinating. It seems to me that she was either completely fake or completely real.

I guess I should explain that.

Yeah, everybody really cares.

Shut up interior monologue. We're not doing that anymore.

Well, I'll just post anonymously in the comments then.

Um, yeah. You do that. Bye now.

Where was I? Marilyn Monroe. I don't think I have to point out how she may have been completely fake, you get that. But completely real? Well, she was troubled, naive, childlike, alcoholic (narcotic), in and out of love, not the kind of things you would expect from something that is a complete fabrication. Except she was a fabrication. I think she invented a persona that allowed her to completely be herself, something you can't really be in society unless you have an excuse.

I mean she was so good at presenting that image, you all know the image, that she was either a fantastic actress (non-stop, day and night) and hyper-intelligent (not unthinkable), or she just didn't have to think about it.

I think that might make her a piece of reconstructivist art. How can a person be art? Well, Marilyn was a creation of Norma Jeane Baker, completely fictional and perfect, and completely detached from Norma Jeane. And I think Andy Warhol agreed with me when he used her image to show something that he didn't actually create, it was already there. He showed Marilyn, i.e. art.

So why reconstructivist? And who cares? To answer the second question first, and very quickly, I think the idea of reconstructivist art can help us make better art, and I think we can learn from Marilyn. To answer the first question, I'll take the lazy way out and just address the points given on the website one by one. I've just looked at them, and I think this will be easy.

1. A Nod to Artifice: As with deconstructionism, a reconstructivist artwork is aware of its own status as a creation, an illusion or a fiction.

Well what can I say. Of course she was aware, she created Marilyn. She herself was the artwork.

2. A Classic Structure: Despite the inclusion of surprising or startling elements, a reconstructivist artwork is always based on a classic or conventional structure.

Absolutely. Not only was Marilyn based on what a 'star' is, she also embodied traditional ideas of what a woman should look like. Even physically, she had a classic structure.

3. Transcontextual and/or Iconic Elements: A reconstructivist artwork is literally a construct, generally made of decontextualized elements from many different sources.

If Marilyn Monroe is not an icon then I don't know what is. Concerning context, I think it is obvious that she was a fictional character, something borrowed from movies, advertising, and directly from people's imaginations (men have fantasized about women like her, she even borrowed from that).

4. Moments of Genuine Emotion or Significance: No matter how theatrical, cynical or shallow it might appear, a reconstructivist artwork must portray real emotions or inspire a genuine emotional response.

This is the whole point of my argument, I think. She was fake, she was artificial, she was made-up, and at the same time she was completely real. She had affairs, breakdowns, happiness, misery, even a tragic death. You don't fake that stuff. That was real, and emotional.

I think Marilyn Monroe was a work of art, and very good art. I'm going to buy her autobiography, it could be the best work of fiction that ever really happened.


So if last night was christmas eve, what's tonight?

Been reading Wikipedia, I already knew that Santa Claus and Sinterklaas (Dutch tradition) are basically the same person (St. Nicholas of Myra, patron saint of Amsterdam, Moscow, archers, children and - hey wait a minute. Earlier today Wikipedia said prostitutes, now that's gone), but apparently they are also somewhat based on Odin, who was all Germanic and in-your-face and shit.

And someone might give a fuck because...

Well interior monologue, it just so happens... Ah, no you're right, it's boring. I'll explain anyway: at work we have a programming language called Odin. God why am I even still typing.

Perhaps it's time to go to sleep.

Yeah, maybe. I'm kind of tired from not doing anything all day.

Perfect... When he's gone I can...



Did you say something?

No... Did you hear something?

Um... I thought, yeah, I mean...

Well I didn't say anything.

Um, okay then. Goodnight.

Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs I bought from that weird guy down the street with the terrarium...

Dude, WTF?

('Interior monologue' idea stolen from Douglas Coupland, the Gum Thief.)
(Pablo Picasso once said "Good artists borrow, great artists steal." Looks like it's time to be a great artist.)
(That last line was stolen from One over Zero.)
(Dude if I'm gonna steal, I gotta stop crediting people.)

Tuesday, December 25, 2007


I added some links, to websites, on the right. Which is funny, because we call it 'links'. No, wait. 'Rechts'. We call it 'rechts' and you call it 'links'. No. Um... Oh forget it.

So I added some links. They are these:

One over Zero.
A webcomic. And a damn good one. The artist can't actually draw very well, and that helps. Apparently it's an example of 'reconstructivist art', that's how I found it.

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal.
Another damn good webcomic! You look like the kind of girl who needs more than one.*

*What Johnny Bravo said to a girl in response to 'I already have a boyfriend'.

Boobs, Injuries, & Dr. Pepper.
One of the best names for a blog ever, together with...

What Would Tyler Durden Do.
But that's not the only reason I link to them. It's most of the reason. Boobs, Injuries, & Dr. Pepper is also well-written and amusing, and WWTDD... Boy, how am I going to explain this one. Well, first the bad news. It's all about Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan and the latest gossip about the lamest people. So how the hell can I read this? Well, it's this. The guy who writes it... Isn't stupid. I hadn't realized it before, but everybody else who writes about Britney, Paris and Lindsey is stupid. Everybody. Now that I read it back it seems obvious, but I hadn't really thought about it, didn't care I guess. But this guy is not. He's rude, blunt, ruthless and sexist (but openly, to me that makes it acceptable), but somewhere behind those rants is a smart person, and you know, we have our ways of recognizing each other. Codes and secret handshakes and the like. So ok, yes, I've been reading about Britney. I admit it! Don't look at me! Why are you looking at me like that!

Reconstructivist Art.
I may not know a lot about art, but I know what I like. And apparently, I like reconstructivist art. It's sort of a return to, let's see... "classic themes and structures, with the goal of creating works of genuine emotion and significance". Except it also "builds upon prior, deconstructionist artworks and techniques". Oh jeez, enough with the copy/paste, just click on the link already.


Just looking at those pictures I posted before, and the 'Men at Work' thing is supposed to be a moving .gif. It's supposed to show the lyrics to 'Down Under', not just the first four words.

Oh, and Del Boy, that's Derek Trotter from 'Only Fools and Horses'. Trust me, it's funny.

In fact, I'm going to look for that clip of Del in the wine bar, one of the funniest things from a sitcom ever. Wait.

Found it:

Alright, as long as I'm on Youtube, here's the second funniest thing from a sitcom that I can think of. Men Behaving Badly, it's five and a half minutes but I think it's worth it. Also from the BBC.


Someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about, on christmas day.


Hey I thought of something that is more pathetic than someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about. Remember I asked about that a coupla posts before? No? You know this stuff might make more sense if you read the oldest posts first, and work your way up. But hey, your choice.

Anyway, I thought of something. That is more pathetic than someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about. It's someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about, and misspelling every other word. I mean, I'm being spell-checked right now. Apparently, 'spell-checked' is spelt correctly.
And 'spelt' isn't. I've looked it up, and 'spelt' is actually correct. It's in the dictionary. But whatever.

Once, I think it was on Fark, someone commented: "Doh! Mispelled 'bus'. Oh well." Instead of replying "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MISSPELL 'BUS'!!?!??" (I couldn't see the original post he was referring to), I chose to point out that he had also misspelled 'misspelled'. I did not suggest he refrain from procreation. Should I have?

Nah, he won't be able to figure out how it's done anyway.