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Oprah Winfrey is gonna make some big bucks. And I don’t mean her extending her contract till 2011 (after renegotiating her 2006 deal), no, I mean the $17.20 she’s gonna make per day.
Chosen as a jury member (out of 300 potential jurors), she will have to sit through 3 days of trials. Besides granted the use of the side entrance, no other special treatment will be allowed. No mic, no camera in the juryroom. Too bad. I bet though, she’ll be chosen to act as the madame foreperson.

Sometimes, my sister comes by my house, and then leaves something in the freezer (left over from lunch, for instance). And then I come home, and I find out what it is. And most of the time, it’s, of all freezable substances in the world, FISH. Who set the current level parameter of this world to “CRUEL” ? What grave injustice have I done in my previous life to have deserved this ?

Oh, the Olympics are about to start. Not only did they practically have to rebuild Athens, but the IT department, 3.400 people strong, had to work their asses off for 3.5 years. To accomodate some 4 billion TV viewers, a few million of those hitting the net, and a 21.500 manned press pack, they have deployed 10.500 computers, and 900 servers. Too bad I won’t see any of the 200.000 athletes and co., because I think this is as enjoyable as watching paint dry on a door, then wait for it to crack and peel off itself. And from reliable sources I’ve heard if the paint is from Histor, it might take a few decades before that happens.

By now, you must’ve heard of her. Ashlee Simpson. You know, the sister of. No, no Bart, you dumbass, Jessica. Anyways, with a sister like that, it’s not that hard to work your way through the music industry, and now, she ends up with nr. 1 album, filled with gritty pop-rock. So, I was just about to review it, when I caught a few seconds of last week’s Teen Choice Awards, where she collected quite a few awards. Then I saw her live performance. And I lost my appetite.
As you may or may not know, I almost value live performances more than the recorded music, and most of the music I listen to, have been tested for that. I even hear a bad live performer from quite a distance (due to the level of vocal processing when recording songs). A list of what I predicted (and later proved correctly) ranges from Madonna (not really good) to Jessica Folcker (pretty bad) to any random Spice Girl (terrible) to Enrique Iglesias (unbearable). But Ashlee, if needed a grade, would end up sub-zero. My jaw dropped to the ground, as I saw the audience enjoying it. Where those kids deaf ? Was the show sponsored by a big hearing aid company ?
But why am I blaming the children, what about me ? If I couldn’t have predicted this, what have become of my highly valued ultra-sensitive ears ? I’d better start performing a frequency range testing procedure on myself.

I’ll start simple:
the end of my belt broke off, but it was still usable, so I kept on using it.

I have one more, but even the most experienced dream analysers wouldn’t be able to crack this. I think it wasn’t a fully qualified dream even, it must’ve been more of a half-dream state that I was in. Depending on me turning to my left or right side, I kept rebooting my brain in either Linux or Windows.

Oh, and any analysis lingering to the negative side will be dismissed, I just don’t buy that.

What’s the loot so far ?
Well, 2 VOY Season DVD boxes, some Spidey soap, and 2 vouchers to buy CD’s or DVD’s, legally. Not bad, for being born 28 years ago.

So, I walk down the hall, and I see a big moth-like butterfly lying on the floor. Kinda dead. So, I’m thinking, I’ve walked down here a few more times today, how does a butterfly just drop dead all of the sudden ? So I let my Sherlock instinct do the work, following the clues:
– Most likely to have happened when I got home. It wasn’t there before that.
– Death took place close to my shoes.
– Window open, but unlikely, as my house is no hazardous environment that a butterfly can be killed within minutes.

So, next thing is to check my socks. And yes… there it was… a big brown splatter. Butterfly blood !
Deduction ? Mr. B.Fly thought my left shoe was a good place to stay overnight. Not knowing this was the day I didn’t go to bed at 3 AM, he must’ve overslept. I put on my shoe at around 11.30, and *splash*. When I got home, I took off my shoe, throwing the victim closeby. And when I came back, the now-not-so-mysterious-happenstance was revealed.

Howzdat ? This ever happened to you ?

Yup, the big 28. Throwing a bit of math over it, you get 2+8=10=1+0=1. An essential number. Even Nostradamus foretold this day, and that’s how I knew I shouldn’t throw a barbeque party in the backyard (besides the point that I only have a 1.25 by 2.5 (3 I you throw away the mess) balcony, it IS raining cats and dogs). So if all of you didn’t get an invitation to my birthday party, don’t worry, it’s intended this way.
Back to the essentials though, I’m still healthy, and my wisdom, though immeasurable, has still grown throughout the year. And to prove it, here’s the motto of today:

“Don’t congratulate me, send me cash to my p.o. box instead.” Wow, that even almost rhymes.

Geachte heer Ung,

Hierbij delen wij u mede, dat u een geldprijs hebt gewonnen in de prijspuzzel van de TV-Weekeinde.

Aangezien wij geen telefonisch contact met u konden krijgen, verzoeken wij u vriendelijk om ons mede te delen wat uw bank- of girorekenining is.

U kunt ons bereiken op telef. nr. xxx-xxxxxx.

Met vriendelijke groet,
hoogachtend,
BV DAGBLAD DE TELEGRAAF

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Anywayz, first of all, I didn’t solve any of ‘m. It’s the result of a colleague’s weekend of puzzling. Second, I didn’t spend money on it, as I emailed the answers. There you have it. Maximum efficiency.

A nice story-driven thriller with a dash of supernatural unexplainitivity. The story is intense from the start and keeps on accelerating like a freight train. It works just fine, as the dialogues make sense (albeit a bit shor), and the acting is right on par. With close to a two hour running time, every story turn gets enough time to work in. This keeps the thrill and excitement going while you still have room in the back of your mind to maul things over. Hats of for a good performance by Ashton Kutcher (also executive producer), who shows he’s very capable doing something non-comedic.8-.

A photo K-uiz this time, so all open questions again:

1. Most, if not all, of my Levi’s jeans (as I have no other) suffer a certain abberation, a defect over time, on the exact same spot (the edge of the right front pocket). Big K-uestions, how and why ?

2. What in heaven’s name is this ? (Hint: I only used two filters to throw you off, nothing more)

This icon will indicate if I have answered the K-uestions yet

So, birthday’s just a few weeks away. The perfect time to legally and extensively abuse my brother’s credit card. Or so I thought. A trip to ThinkGeek’s website usually proved fingerlicking good. But to my horror, utter astonishment washed over me. With over 500+ geek products browsed, there still wasn’t something I really liked. What does this mean ? Is there no higher level of geekness to attain. Did I reach Bill Gates’ level (not according to my bank account) ? What does the future hold for me ? This is scary.

For a moment there I thought this Love Potion series would suffer the same fate the 7 Sins series had for the Magnum (Only 2 of those arrived in the supermarket). But the next batch has finally arrived:

Love Potion 2:
A first layer of hazelnutty chocalate icecream has a nice depth to it. Halfway through, as you slowly get to the second layer, it’s plain vanilla icecream with high quality chocalate chips mixed, that melts in your mouth just as you’d expect. That means flavor and texture combined into a well produced cone.8+.

Love Potion 4:
Big surprise there. As you might have noticed, since the nineties, pistache flavored ice cream has vanished from the supermarket freezers. Might have something to do with the Italian Pistache Maffia or something, but I’m not totally happy about this situation. Little consolation is this Ola special, as I’m sure pistache will vanish for a few years again after this summer.
The first layer is covered with crunchy chocalate chips. The pistache ice cream is creamy indeed, but the pistache flavor is somewhat subdued and without character. The second layer, is another hazelnutty chocalate flavor (officially called Gianduja), and brings the end result back up to a big okay.7+.

Yeah, I have a new title for myself. It involves the words Meister and Grill. The correct order you’ll have to figure out yourself. And if you need some more clues, click on this link to see the picture.

I hereby, proudly present another weblog I’m hosting. So, that will be the second weblog I’m hosting for a XX chromosomed human being (at the rate it’s currently going, I might attract a specimen that’s actually still single, within a decade !). And while rescuing a damsel in distress doesn’t earn you bragging rights, I’m doing it anyway.
I actually had to battle a few others, but I got through the gruelling elimination process with flying colors. The intimidations and below the belt tricks the other contestants had to endure were fierce and intense, and I had to execute them all ! All that for a job I’m doing for free !
Anyways, take a look at Tienz’ Weblog (even though she probably doesn’t want you to see it yet). I know it’s still very under construction, but if you see something wrong with it, she’s probably pulling her hair off one by one, trying to fix the error as quickly as possible. It’s still fun though, for us, to see a weblog in development.

Happy 0’st anniversary, Tienz !