Meanwhile, in Karachi, the times were changing...

I got up 3 times this morning. Once at 6.20 (which I thought to be 7.20) to decide it was definitely a bit to early to be moving about. Again at 6.40 (which I thought to be 7.40), when I jumped out of bed and into almost all of my clothes, only to realise halfway down the stairs that something was fishy. At 7.40 (which I thought, correctly, to be 7.40) I then rolled out of bed again, to make tea and find those crucial pieces of underwear I missed in my first attempt to get dressed. The core-problem is this: Time changed this weekend. Why? no-one knows. One of the more direct consequences of this charade (besides the multiple getting up):

I lost my cover-of-darkness, under which I usually lurk to work on mondaymornings. I like lurking under cover of darkness. It's what I do. It's been totally ruined by some oil-crisis in the seventies.

But don't let this grumpiness about the absence of lurking-possibilities fool you, I am actually in a rather good mood, all things taken into account. I spent most of my weekend sleeping and eating, with the occasional intermezzo of roleplaying, jogging, and being paid to watch one of the better symphonic orchestras in Belgium perform. Sometimes life isn't so bad... Still, it is mondaymorning (shudder), so everyone who wants to come and console the working classes by giving me coffee, chocolate and/or compliments: please do.

Time is money, or how pretending to live in Kabul influences ones daily life

Most of my fans will have noticed by now that there is something quite fishy about my relationship with time. For example: why do I post things about mondays on sundaynights? and always in the middle of the night? I've decided to try and correct this, by changing my location in my profile from Afghanistan to Belgium. Lets see if it works...

It didn't work... Can one of you guys please tell me what I could try next to correct my time-gap? (And don't even try to suggest I move to Kabul.)

Now imagine the 'boekentoren'...

Sometimes dancing in front of a security camera is the best way to get over a monday-morning-hickup...
(I must, however, apologize for the slightly crappy music.)

PS: For really WRONG lyrics you should you-tube her: cascada - bad boy.

Out and about

I blog to you today with very good news indeed: From november the 30eth to december the 3th I will be out of the country! I am going to London for half a day, and then on to Cambridge! Why? Well... 'tis a secret mission, so don't tell anyone: I'm going to visit Laura (yes, Laura Crafty, see a few blogposts down) who is making her way up the academic ladder over there in the UK. My job is to find the secret documents, and flush them down the second loo on the right at Kings Cross station, so as to send them through the pipes to the top secret archives of the KGB. In this process I will probably be drinking some guinness. If I tell you guys anymore, I shall have to kill you. Or perhaps I could just wipe your memory, with one of those Men-in-Black-thingies... or with a matrix-manoevre.

This exciting prospect however, has completely depleted my capital resources, by which I mean to say: I'm broke. I must therefor ask everyone to refrain from inviting me for activities that cost money. If you are willing to pay in my stead (nice expression, is it not? "If you are willing to pay for me" sounded all wrong...) that's fine, I shall think very fondly of you in my cardboard box under a Parisian/Antwerpian bridge, but paying you back might just have to wait a while...
So well, well so... I'll be of again. I'll report back to you when I've got something to report, or when I'm bored. Give my regards to all your grandparents... Good day.

O yes, about the picture: I typed in KGB in google-picture-search, and this is what I got... No reason in arguing with the internet, is there? It appears to be a man with a fish... a very large fish... and the man doesn't look very happy... Perhaps there's a secret meaning, or perhaps it's some very twisted kind of porn (you never know on the internet)... I haven't figured it out yet. Suggestions always welcome.

boomtown rats - I dont like mondays

I don't think this needs much explanation... It's monday again. I feel the way these guys look (okay, perhaps I'm exagerating a little now).

Welcome to Neverland, may I take your coat?

I'm in doubt... The dilemma is this: There's this party tonight (in 3 hours), and I'm allready tired. Should I try to sleep for an hour or two, or should I just put on loud music, drink coffee (or tao, or burn, or red bull, or nalu), and jump around to get me psyched for tonight? At the moment, I'm postponing the moment of decisionmaking truth, by posting on this blog.

The partyplan for tonight goes as follows: party 'till 1, in bed by 1:30, up again by 7:45. And ONLY COKE!!! (the drink, not the icing-sugar)
The partyproblem for tonight goes as follows: people don't come to parties before 12. So if I stick to the plan, I'll be getting my coat at the moment when everyone else starts dancing. But, if I don't stick to the plan, I won't be able to survive my friday (7 hours of developmentstrategies and projectmanagement, followed by 4 hours of standing in front of a door for money).
The partysolutions for tonight are two-fold: 1. cafeine 2. A united nations resolution that parties should start at 8, and end at midnight... Something tells me I shouldn't put any money on 2...

So, enough of this nagging, or this will be the loneliest blog ever. Wish me luck (ONLY COKE)...

david gray- please forgive me

Cactus 2006 is a long time ago