Unsinkable ships sink, unbreakable walls break

Oeh, I got my very first automated spam comment. Oddly enough, it's about penises. I cannot for the life of me imagine why. *giggles*

I actually have nothing to say. And nothing to rant about.

I did have a job interview at WJNH today, which was great fun. Maybe a bit too much fun. It's very hard to be all serious and jobbish-like when you're being interviewed by one person you know very well and two you know reasonably well. Also when you know just about everyone who is trying to get the job and know that most of them have more experience than you. It kind of makes a person think: eh, I'll give it my best shot and be all relaxed about it. I would very much love to get the job though, but I shan't be getting my hopes up too high.

I spent a lot of time on public transportation today. In fact, I spent most days using a lot of public transport. I'm quite happy with it, and it's easy to complain about it, but all in all, it's pretty good. However, I take issue with a certain kind of transient. There seems to be at least one on every bus, tram or train you take (and, when you're very unfortunate, there's even more of them). I am talking about the 'headphones' people. I'm certain many people read that and nod in assent, but for those who just made a sound that implies wtf, allow me to elaborate:

Headphones people are those among us, who at a certain point in their lives decided to buy a walk - man, disc player, MP3 player of something kindred. This way they are able to listen to music while they walk, or, as it happens to be, sit in some form of public transport. Ingenious of them! What beduffles me so about these people is that they insist on putting on these headphones and then turning them up as loud as possible, giving everyone else on the bus no option, but to listen to their musical tastes.

It is therefore doubly unfortunate that these people invariably have musical tastes I cannot claim to be in alignment with mine. As a matter of fact, they either seem to enjoy gangsta crap, or something that sounds like a defected blender, filled with glass shards and a particularly loud kitten. I'm sure there's some term for this electrical music, and I'm sure it's much respected, but I do not care for it.

Why do the headphones people bother with the headphones? If they are going to insist on forcing us to listen to their music, why not simply bring a boombox, or boomblaster, of uh, whatever the hip word for that is nowadays. Maybe they even think of themselves as very considerate. 'Look how nice I am, I use headphones... hmm, not quite loud enough, I can hear myself think'. Heaven forbid!

I guess it mostly annoys me because I am a 'public transport reader', the natural enemy of the headphones people. I like to delve into a good book whilst letting the bus, train, tram carry me to my destination. If, on average, you spent 1,5 hours on a bus per day, you get a lot of reading done, but it's quite hard for me to focus on a novel, while being forced to listen to slightly warbled music. It doesn't bother me much when people are talking around me (though I have severe disdain for the 'yelling loudly on their cellphone' people, especially those like the woman who managed to confide to the whole bus that her boyfriend's penile warts had finally cleared up and good think too, because the batteries of her Tarzan were all out, but that's another story), but the faint dinn of music in the background could drive me crazy!

Wow, and I said I had nothing to rant about...

Speaking of reading: I am currently enthralled by Charles Dickens' "David Copperfield", which I highly recommend to everyone. From the same author I also venture to suggest "A Tale of Two Cities" and - my favourite book - "Nicholas Nickleby".

And in closing: the lovely Sueann just had a birthday, so happy one to you, many more years and so on. Picture is her whilst masterfully portraying Elena Iezietogetinbed, and not her usual attire. Also: not real drugs. Just to be on the safe side.

Where corn don't grow

Guinea Pig You scored 23 nervousness!

You do have sudden burst of nervousness, and you are a small animal,but with proper care and attention, you can be quite friendly andaffectionate. However, you are dumb, dumb, dumb, and that will neverchange. It's a good thing you're cute.

Suds in the Bucket

As Kevin points out in his latest post: Sex Sells.

Nothing new there, though the company he refers to, takes it to whole new levels. Unfortunately I could not 'research' since it took eons to load and , well, I just refuse to wait for porn or advertisements that long, even if it does combine the two.

Another company that knows sex (and hunky men) sells, is Xtra-Pine (I'm not even sure if it's a real company or a joke, but whatever), who give us the Cleaning Hunk. Enjoy.

In silly news: Concerned Women for America (CWA) is campaigning against Mattel. This wouldn't be so strange if they were campaigning because of their dolls giving young girls the idea that you have to be freakishly thin, huge - breasted and vapidly blonde to be a succesful woman. The reason they are pissed off, lies in a different area however. They are foaming at the mouth because on their website Mattel allows children 3 choices when asking for their gender: boy, girl, I don't know. According to the CWA this promotes homosexuality.

You did not read that wrong. Mattel promotes homosexuality. By giving little children the option to select 'I don't know'. It's brilliant! Gay masterminds at Mattel must have thought: we've been making pink dolls for decades now, and still the whole world is not gay, we must take action and give children a choice that will warp their fragile little minds. And then they came up with this...

No offence to women or Americans, but this just really makes me think of stereotypes à la 'women should not be allowed to speak up' and 'Americans are idiots'. Luckily I know some good ol' muffdivers that convince me women in general do have a brain. Possibly one that was warped by Mattel.

It's 17 o'clock somewhere

I thought the Britney Spears monument was a weird idea even before seeing pictures of it.

Then I saw this picture of it, and I had to keep going with the 'weird' vibe.

The rear view of the statue was apparantly not for photographs (I suppose someone suddenly became reacquainted with Good Taste, sort of), but now this picture is all over the internet. So pretty. Really makes me want to go out protesting abortion.

I kind of wonder what Britney thinks of this herself. Is she all: hey y'all, totally cool how my splayed open vagina and lactating nipples are all over the place! Is she just happy with some publicity that is NOT about her marital problems? Or is she thinking about strangling the guy who made this? Is she thinking? Was that last sentence a cheap shot at Brit-Brit? I can only answer that one: yes. Yes it was.

I may hate myself in the morning

See, I kept my promise! And also, this blog entry contains links to graphic pages with men doing nasty things to other men. Don't say I didn't warn you!

As you may have gathered, I read quite a lot of blogs, of a wide subject - variety. Lovely funny blogs such as Go Fug Yourself, blogs that are pretty much just about pretty boys and snarky comments about them (The Pretty Boys Club) and gossip blogs, such as The Superficial. When I'm very bored, I play the link game: just click on a link from a blog, then on to the next link on that blog and so on and so on. A while ago, this ended me up on a blog that was about the (numerous) sexual conquests of a gay man. I generally don't much care for reading these, since I've always preferred my porn in some kind of visual form :p But anyways, the reason I bring it up, is that this guy mentioned quite a lot of fetishes he had. Which got me thinking about them.

I don't think I have any peculiar fetishes. Or even any 'regular' ones. I suppose you'd have to ask the boyfriend if there's anything I'm just a little too fond of. Nonetheless I can understand certain types of fetish: I get the whole 'being dominated and spanked thing' , though I'd have to be dead and at least room-temperature-cold before I'll let anyone do that to me :) But I can empathise with someone's desire to be dominated.

And though I am not particularly wild about it myself, I can appreciate that a man in uniform has something that might appeal. Same goes for the whole concept of older men, younger men, though the stereotypical voice in me says, this is a fetish mostly for the older men :p

Heck, I can even sympathise with the she-male / trannie / bisex fetishes, though it doesn't turn me on any either. And I'm all for turning the tables and men with vaginas, but I don't need to encounter one intimately. I never got into Pokémon, which might explain why the cartoony porn versions of it don't do much for me either, but to each his own. And I understand the attraction of black men, though I wouldn't go as far as to chase all around red&blue for them, as some people I know do.

However, in my research (whenever something catches my eye, I do research, which is why I know so much of the Dutch Royal family) I came across a couple of fetishes, I do NOT understand.

Now, I must admit, openminded as I think I am, I do not understand at all the appeal of being fucked by what I consider a modified kitchen appliance. Nor do I get all tingly in my belly at the thought of Santa riding me hard. I don't understand how a website devoted entirely to the wedding night of cross-dressers can be such a succes. And my neither regions don't groan with anticipation at the sight of a guy pretending to be a superhero and 'fucking evil to pieces'.

Does anyone else get it?

PS: I don't consider transsexuality, bisexuality or cross - dressing as 'fetishes' myself, since they are personal choice lifestyles, I simply mention them here because these particular websites do represent them as a fetish. Same goes for men of different ethnicities of course. I will however never say that being fucked by a powered - up toasteroven is a lifestyle, no matter how nice you may think it is.

PPS: did anyone recognise someone? I sure was surprised :)

When you're where you should be all the time

At the last EV party ("Deadly Sins", the first one of our Biblical theme), I made a somewhat unfortunate choice in garments. I put on my nice vintage powderblue pants (still okay there), and as a shirt selected my kind-of-greenish-netted-but-not-really-netted shirt thing (old picture warning)(I have no clue what to name it, it's tight, it has long sleeves and like semi-gloves that come out of the sleeves). Despite the wonky sounding description, I think it's alright. But then I made the mistake: I came across this sleeveless shirt I bought at H&M once. I never try on shirts and just assume I will fit into them. In this case, I was wrong. Well, I fit into it, but it looked a little like fitting an elephant into a Volkswagon: just not that good. It had the same netted structure, but in red. Since I've never ever worn it, I thought: hey, here's a thought, I can't wear it solo, but maybe I can put it on OVER my green thingie. Which I did.

Somewhere during the party, I went to take a piss and when I was washing my hands, I looked into the mirror and realised to my horror that it WAS NOT a good idea. At all. And then it flashed through my head: what would the girls of Go Fug Yourself say about this (if I happened to be famous and staggering across a red carpet, instead of a nobody and staggering through a toilet)? Yup, that's right, this whole babble about my unfortunate wardrobe is just a tool to plug another great blog. Heather and Jessica, the two lovely (I assume) ladies (I assume) who "celebrate" that Fugly is the new Pretty, are funny, observant, and always right. Head over there and enjoy. Now.

In tennis news: our boys have done well lately. Olivier Rochus has gone up a couple of places again, and that's reason enough to put up some pictures of the cute little athlete.

In boyfriend news: to not get him grumbling over my Olivier Rochus admiration, here's Tom Boonen's groin for no reason what-so-ever :) Penises again? hmmm.

In shameless advertising: April 21st the Homo Top 100 is coming to Antwerp again. You can vote for your top 5 'gay' songs at this website. New this year is a panel of judges, such as Cathy Heyman and DJ Digna for Enig Verschil, Gerrit de Cock for JIM TV, Jonas Geirnaert, Koen Crucke, Lieven Vandenhaute, Tine Embrechts, Wim Oosterlinck and a lot of other television/media people. They will vote for their top tracks to prevent the Isabelle A gang and the Kylie Maffia from taking over again like last year. They will also be honorary guests at the party itself.

And I know, I'm a terrible updater, but next one will be not so far away, I almost promise. Almost.