Correction

It is a strength, not a weakness to admit you were wrong about something. With that in mind, I want to show my strength and say: the coca cola man is all-right.
On october 1st I wrote:

"The Coke Light man (see picture) doesn't come at 11:30 here either. He just rushed in ten minutes ago. It was a mousy skinny type of cokelightman, with a tattoo (possible redeeming feature, but not in this case). This specimen did not cause me to giggle in elevators or whatever happens in the commercial. I strongly suspected him to be on speed. So there you have it: I start working in the dead of night, and my cokelightman is actually an unattractive drug addict (here he comes again now, btw) who comes prematurely. I shall mail the Coca Cola Company about this later today."

I still suspect him of being on speed, and he hasn't mystically turned into Alan Rickman either (just my luck, btw), but he just brought me coffee. Glorious coffee. Sugar, no milk, no charge. So he has now been upgraded to a plain-but-nice-anyway drug addict who comes right on time. Perhaps I shall go giggle in an elevator just a little bit. After all, tomorrow is my last day on this job, so I might as well start (yes, start) behaving strangely...

P.S.: It has come to my attention that none of you have posted any comments since november the 26th, when I posted the Haveyoureadmyblogyet-whyIdon'tevenfindyouinterestinginperson cartoon. Very funny. But you can stop it now. :-) (I even voted on the last poll trice, 'cause it would look damn pathetic if I didn't... sad, isn't it?)

Pluizig en blauw (Dutch Sesame Street)

Update # 4568412.256

The days are too short, the nights are too long. I've got too much to do, and too little incentive to do it. This light is too bright, the darkness makes it hard to read. I nag too much. I am bored. I have to work. I wish something would happen.

Sooo. How are you guys? Long time no blog. You must have been so worried, not hearing from me for this long. I'm sorry for all the nights I left you crying alone before your screens, but your psychologist said he was confident he'd be able to fix you up for the holidays. What have I been up to?

• I've been to the UK, had fun, games and lots of cider, and came back.
  
• I went to see Apocalyptica in Brussels, the trains were on strike, I left anyway, I saw Lacrimas Profundere (with a very redeeming guitarist) and Apocalyptica (mad as ever), and by a stroke of pure luck, got back home on the same evening.
  
• I decided against doing my Arabic exam in January. I don't like to admit something can't be done. But this just can't be done.
  
• I am trying to get my inert ass to India in february (which is a lot more complicated than it sounds)
• I am (still) trying to make other people believe I am a devcon-India-Arabic-language-specialist, and that they should value my opinion above their own.

So, that's an update for you. I know (and agree) it isn't half as interesting as it should be, but hey, that's as much your fault as it is mine, is it not? I greet you all affectionately and hope your tree shelters everything you've always wanted. And socks.