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franceslievensAnd it's gonna be the only one I allow myself today. Or not. We'll see. I'll probably end up chatting on the GMT instead of making up stories that are supposed to be a serious paper about a serious topic on which I've done some serious research. I feel so lonely, doing this and it's anything but gratifying. The fact that the sun is shining outside and I'm sitting here behind the computer, doesn't make me feel any better.
On the other hand, I've found some nice things to waste my time away with: J.K. Rowling. I've already spent a couple of hours on that site trying to crack it and open the door. Hélas, still haven't found the key. It's really funny. Normally I don't do these games, but anything is good if I actually have to work on something else and that something else doesn't come as easy as planned.
On Saturday I watched the eurovision song contest. I'm way late too talk about this thing. Isn't the whole point of your LJ that you comment on things rather quickly, instead of days later?? Anyways, I'm gonna comment now, and not yesterday, or Saturday night. It was -- as always -- an evening packed with camp and kitsch.The most kitschy person won. She looked like Xena and sang in a language that was supposed to be English, but I'm not sure. She and her translation were an inseperable duo (as André Vermeulen said when they re-entered the stage to get the trophy) and a funny one: the translator in a suit, Xena in a leather outfit. Our Xandee ended second to last. Poor girl. In the newspapers they said she'd be fourth. The most fun I had that night was actually talking to Chani and ARN on the BC&S and commenting on what was happening on the TV. ARN wasn't watching and simply went on asking why we were watching that crap. Actually only to do the fun part: talk about it on the internet. :-)
But the contest wasn't the worst thing of the evening to have sat through. That honour went to a play called Good Habits.
It was one of those things that people have thought about, before putting it on stage. They've thought so deep and hard that the audience didn't understand a thing. I should have simply read the leaflet, that was much more coherent. What I did see were girls pretending to be deer. They were actually quite good at it and it was a bit funny. For the rest, I think it degraded when they started eating wood and actually they didn't do anything more than that: eat wood. I was thinking to myself: "It must be such a burden to eat wood on stage every single night of these performances." There was some kind of deeper meaning to it all, but it was lost in an orgie of blood, sex and eating wood. I was glad it only lasted three quarters of an hour. That way we had something to laugh about afterwards. And something to think: Were they really eating wood?
Edit: More eurovision news with this blog P. came up with --> favouritism in the voting system is "proved" with network analysis. (Check out the entry for May 13)
On the other hand, I've found some nice things to waste my time away with: J.K. Rowling. I've already spent a couple of hours on that site trying to crack it and open the door. Hélas, still haven't found the key. It's really funny. Normally I don't do these games, but anything is good if I actually have to work on something else and that something else doesn't come as easy as planned.
On Saturday I watched the eurovision song contest. I'm way late too talk about this thing. Isn't the whole point of your LJ that you comment on things rather quickly, instead of days later?? Anyways, I'm gonna comment now, and not yesterday, or Saturday night. It was -- as always -- an evening packed with camp and kitsch.The most kitschy person won. She looked like Xena and sang in a language that was supposed to be English, but I'm not sure. She and her translation were an inseperable duo (as André Vermeulen said when they re-entered the stage to get the trophy) and a funny one: the translator in a suit, Xena in a leather outfit. Our Xandee ended second to last. Poor girl. In the newspapers they said she'd be fourth. The most fun I had that night was actually talking to Chani and ARN on the BC&S and commenting on what was happening on the TV. ARN wasn't watching and simply went on asking why we were watching that crap. Actually only to do the fun part: talk about it on the internet. :-)
But the contest wasn't the worst thing of the evening to have sat through. That honour went to a play called Good Habits.
It was one of those things that people have thought about, before putting it on stage. They've thought so deep and hard that the audience didn't understand a thing. I should have simply read the leaflet, that was much more coherent. What I did see were girls pretending to be deer. They were actually quite good at it and it was a bit funny. For the rest, I think it degraded when they started eating wood and actually they didn't do anything more than that: eat wood. I was thinking to myself: "It must be such a burden to eat wood on stage every single night of these performances." There was some kind of deeper meaning to it all, but it was lost in an orgie of blood, sex and eating wood. I was glad it only lasted three quarters of an hour. That way we had something to laugh about afterwards. And something to think: Were they really eating wood?
Edit: More eurovision news with this blog P. came up with --> favouritism in the voting system is "proved" with network analysis. (Check out the entry for May 13)
