This year’s Amsterdam Gay Pride looked like it wasn’t going to be such a fantastic event for me. Moulsari and I weren’t invited to any parties, her co-worker who was our ticket into another party had a fight with his boyfriend and couldn’t make it, and on top of all of that Moulsari wasn’t feeling so fantastic. We ended up watching the canal parade, in which the canals are full with boats, some of them very elaborately decorated, with proud homosexuals dancing away to pumping beats in front of a crowd of onlookers and well-wishers. We ended up not having a bad time after all, as we found a spot, looked on for a couple of hours, and chatted a bit. People watching can be very entertaining, especially if the people you are watching know you are, and are trying their hardest to entertain you. Mouls is taking a nap on the sofa while I write this, and I’ll be waking her up in a few minutes to have some food, perhaps she’ll feel a little better and will be up for checking out the party at the homo-monument at the Westermarkt. Sam and I ended up there last year, and that ended up being the best music I had heard that year, and the second best thing to happen that day.
Quote of the Day
Aasif Mandvi on the topic of Live Earth on The Daily Show:
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| 12 hours, 20 tonnes of trash, 2000 gallons of fuel and 42 thousand plastic bottles of water later, it was clear…I helped heal Earth. Time to prepare for the next event; the Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest to raise awareness for Darfur. |
20070801
So, I’m due for a renewal of my driver’s license, and I’m looking forward to it a lot, since the new ones are the regular credit-card flavour and our old driver’s licenses are the size of a roadmap, and ugly as shit. It’s all paper, so it gets manky and dirty and crumpled, and I’m not even considering what it’ll look like if it accidentally gets thrown in with the washing.
Anyway, I needed to go and get some new pass-photos made, and since there are all kinds of new rules to govern the coming biometrics that they want to implement into the passports, the photos must abide by strict rules. One of them is that you have to look straight ahead, you can’t smile, and you have to look “kinda serious.” This, coupled with my millimetered hair and the weight I’ve gained over the last six, stressful months, makes me look like I just did an eightball of coke, stole a car, and ran over a few people as the cops gave chase.
Yeah, not my most flattering hour. :)
20070731
.: Swimming
This morning, for a few minutes, I was the only person in the pool. The water was almost entirely still as I started swimming. It was both surreal and exhilarating, and it has made me realise that I wouldn’t be opposed to having my own pool soon. :)
.: Gaming
Last sunday we had our regular sunday gaming session, and there were quite a few upsets, in a similar way as the Gonzaga vs. Crocop UFC fight was an upset; the players were deceived, and now a man they have struggled long and hard for in order to save him, is dead, and one of the key items they need in order to truly overcome their ultimate opponent is lost. With the exception of Matthieu, all of them knew something was up, and that Baer – the one who ended up betraying them – wasn’t kosher, but they never once chose caution over carelessness, and they never once voiced their concerns to one another. Even Crispin, my main deus ex machina NPC in the game, could only voice his discomfort and suspicions that much until the players had to do something. In the end they didn’t, and they’re a shite-side worse off than they were. I wonder what they’re going to do next.