Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
OPO-MAD-Ryanair
I can not believe what just happened. I am trapped in a Ryanair flight, and I just heard a J2O advertisement adapted for the current circumstance. Did I just say adapted I mean bloody made on purpose. You made it to the airport, through check in. Through the passport control and on to the gate. So now the most difficult is through, sit back relax and enjoy a J2O.
I wish I could, on current planes the space between seats is so small that you can't even move back your sit. So small that even the life vest has to be located above your head. You are just thankful for the seat being slightly higher so that your need for leg room is diminished. As is your will to live in such an environment.
Would love to fall asleep but the endless mantra aimed and softening my will and opening my wallet is preventing me from even going to screen saver mode. Its 7:06 and I got up at 4:15 to make it for this flight. There is something wrong with the universe. Ah yes I forgot, its Christmas.
Now the latest of ads is made by a stewardess that although she seems to have a subtle French accent her screechy voice through the announcement system reminds me of a army officer I never met but I am sure I would hate to ever meet.
Next in line is the Captain speaking a bunch of figures currently related to our flight status. I do not care, I used to as a kid, I just want to sleep. I just want for things to be quiet so that I can catch up with my lack of sleep for making to such an early flight.
Of course since the sun is rising you do get more turbulence so I am happy that I do not need to move around and that I have something to focus on, like this text I am typing. The joys of modern day flying.
Oh I just saw the stewardess in question with the subtle French accent. Girl all those early morning flights have left you in severe need of Botox, hope you can afford it on your current wage.
Faint fluffy clouds appear on the window, and there have been no more announcements. Sorry as I just typing that they just reminded us that this is a non smoking flight, but that smokeless cigarettes are available for sale. WTF???? I just want you to shut up. Air rage has always been an alien concept to me, now I begin to envisage how it could come to mind. Strangling a ryanair crew member does take on its appeal under the current circumstances.
More fluffy clouds appear as there is another spell of silence, and as I notice that an automated message is played. Now it is scratch cards. What will it be next? I just hope its a lap dance.
Some mastermind designed this very carefully. I will own your wallet, I will own your wallet. We are just sitting pigeons, incapable of sleep, incapable of resisting the mantra aimed and softening our will. Incapable. All I am expecting next is for the announcement to be Resistance is Futile. Your wallet will be assimilated.
Oh I can not believe my ears all that I am hearing is a child crying, are we back to normality, yet? Will they let us sleep as we fly over the iberic peninsula at 7:21.
Oh well there was a ping. And the captain just switched on the fasten your seatbelt sign. Of course there is an announcement associated to it.
Now another one: cabin crew 10 minutes, 10 minutes. I can not believe my ears in 10 minutes we will be landing. So I will be delivered to another beast. Barajas airport. And then fed to another grinder, another ryain flight.
Time to go, got to fold the table.
Then as the plane touches the ground and I get this feeling of liberation I get to hear a trumpet sound. Another ryanair flight has arrived on time. Wow auto patting in the shoulder is one of those marketing stunts that do not cost too much money, or do they.
If I started suing for loss on reality, and mental sanity in the space of 50 minutes it should cost them a fortune in lawsuits.
Then people are asked to remain seated until the fasten you seat belt is switched off. OK simple rules of engagement, why do you need to explain three times the same concept. Sign on you stay in your seat. Sign off you can feel free to wonder around. Its not as if it was a sign indicating that they may be a sudden decay of subatomic particles and that you have to walk like an Egyptian to avoid being irradiated to a sudden death. Its just a seat belt. (It is left as an exercise to the reader to draw what such a sign would look like)
Then the sequence of events is the same as for sheep in an abattoir. We just got processed and have to be processed again in another system. We just follow the mass. I have to refrain myself from starting to say beeeee beeee. Finally we get to a room where the luggage appears. We pick it up. Check the check in time and counter for the next flight. Ah yeah I forgot, no luggage logistics for connecting flights. And then we sit and we wait for the desk to open.
Its like being out of hell, and then waiting in the purgatory for another slice of hell. Hopefully this second time around I will not care so much. I should be anesthetized and I should not care about the wallet mantra.
I wish I could, on current planes the space between seats is so small that you can't even move back your sit. So small that even the life vest has to be located above your head. You are just thankful for the seat being slightly higher so that your need for leg room is diminished. As is your will to live in such an environment.
Would love to fall asleep but the endless mantra aimed and softening my will and opening my wallet is preventing me from even going to screen saver mode. Its 7:06 and I got up at 4:15 to make it for this flight. There is something wrong with the universe. Ah yes I forgot, its Christmas.
Now the latest of ads is made by a stewardess that although she seems to have a subtle French accent her screechy voice through the announcement system reminds me of a army officer I never met but I am sure I would hate to ever meet.
Next in line is the Captain speaking a bunch of figures currently related to our flight status. I do not care, I used to as a kid, I just want to sleep. I just want for things to be quiet so that I can catch up with my lack of sleep for making to such an early flight.
Of course since the sun is rising you do get more turbulence so I am happy that I do not need to move around and that I have something to focus on, like this text I am typing. The joys of modern day flying.
Oh I just saw the stewardess in question with the subtle French accent. Girl all those early morning flights have left you in severe need of Botox, hope you can afford it on your current wage.
Faint fluffy clouds appear on the window, and there have been no more announcements. Sorry as I just typing that they just reminded us that this is a non smoking flight, but that smokeless cigarettes are available for sale. WTF???? I just want you to shut up. Air rage has always been an alien concept to me, now I begin to envisage how it could come to mind. Strangling a ryanair crew member does take on its appeal under the current circumstances.
More fluffy clouds appear as there is another spell of silence, and as I notice that an automated message is played. Now it is scratch cards. What will it be next? I just hope its a lap dance.
Some mastermind designed this very carefully. I will own your wallet, I will own your wallet. We are just sitting pigeons, incapable of sleep, incapable of resisting the mantra aimed and softening our will. Incapable. All I am expecting next is for the announcement to be Resistance is Futile. Your wallet will be assimilated.
Oh I can not believe my ears all that I am hearing is a child crying, are we back to normality, yet? Will they let us sleep as we fly over the iberic peninsula at 7:21.
Oh well there was a ping. And the captain just switched on the fasten your seatbelt sign. Of course there is an announcement associated to it.
Now another one: cabin crew 10 minutes, 10 minutes. I can not believe my ears in 10 minutes we will be landing. So I will be delivered to another beast. Barajas airport. And then fed to another grinder, another ryain flight.
Time to go, got to fold the table.
Then as the plane touches the ground and I get this feeling of liberation I get to hear a trumpet sound. Another ryanair flight has arrived on time. Wow auto patting in the shoulder is one of those marketing stunts that do not cost too much money, or do they.
If I started suing for loss on reality, and mental sanity in the space of 50 minutes it should cost them a fortune in lawsuits.
Then people are asked to remain seated until the fasten you seat belt is switched off. OK simple rules of engagement, why do you need to explain three times the same concept. Sign on you stay in your seat. Sign off you can feel free to wonder around. Its not as if it was a sign indicating that they may be a sudden decay of subatomic particles and that you have to walk like an Egyptian to avoid being irradiated to a sudden death. Its just a seat belt. (It is left as an exercise to the reader to draw what such a sign would look like)
Then the sequence of events is the same as for sheep in an abattoir. We just got processed and have to be processed again in another system. We just follow the mass. I have to refrain myself from starting to say beeeee beeee. Finally we get to a room where the luggage appears. We pick it up. Check the check in time and counter for the next flight. Ah yeah I forgot, no luggage logistics for connecting flights. And then we sit and we wait for the desk to open.
Its like being out of hell, and then waiting in the purgatory for another slice of hell. Hopefully this second time around I will not care so much. I should be anesthetized and I should not care about the wallet mantra.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas
Fluffy, the world domination hungry fungus, wishes the world a merry Christmas and a happy new year. HO HO HO you will be dominated.
Monday, December 21, 2009
in stoptrein with se
in stoptrein with seat at least @ Rotterdam centraal. Was suposed to be in Porto but hey theres snow
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Enschede airport got
Enschede airport got canned at national level. Grumpf. Just wanted to cycle to the airport... Next life
Airport security bug
Airport security bug. Just made it through security with a lighter and a bottle of hand sanitizer.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Try to organise a BB
Try to organise a BBQ after the oficial BBQ season. The logistics have to be tuned. XD
Thursday, December 03, 2009
No sushi take away i
No sushi take away in Enschede. Jerusalem Shoarma will have to do for the night shift. XD
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Enschede airport got
Enschede airport got the go ahead in town hall yesterday. Region now has to decide. Scheduled opening 2011. This brings tears of joy to my eyes.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
The people that lear
The people that learn to fly before walking are not abnormal, they just learn to float. And yes floating on air is possible.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
There is a point in
There is a point in all applications at which things start to weld together. I propose to call it the point of no return. If never reached, the project is endless.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Als uw hobby is fiet
Als uw hobby is fietsen tegen de wind in de regen, er is geen land als Nederland.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Daily quote: Downfall of Man...
Daily quote: Downfall of Man...: "I'm not alone in thinking that people who use liquid hand sanitizer will be the ultimate downfall of mankind."
Yet its all over the place in this times of swine flu paranoia.
Yet its all over the place in this times of swine flu paranoia.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Resurrection day. Bo
Resurrection day. Both my N95 and my windows box came back to life today. Weird.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Daily quote from Quotes for Idiots
Daily quote from Quotes for Idiots: "If it looks dark and cloudy outside, it's probably going to rain soon. If drops of water are falling from the sky, it's already raining."
The simple facts of life are always the hardest to explain. Yet when explained there are always shockingly obvious.
The simple facts of life are always the hardest to explain. Yet when explained there are always shockingly obvious.
Windows backup, re-i
Windows backup, re-install, restore... the painful mantra that I have not exercised in the last 7 years. When did I loose the I will not fix your computer t-shirt?
Friday, October 02, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
L'autre jour le ciel
L'autre jour le ciel m'ait tombe sur la tête je me suis rendu compte qu'il était temps et depuis je le porte comme casquette
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
And in one of them t
And in one of them two containers. Add to that two emulators. Glad I'm running snow lepard on 2Gb of ram.
Dreading the fact th
Dreading the fact that for the next project I need to run two instances of eclipse.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
The morning cycle wa
The morning cycle was amazing, thanks Marillion and the newly inflated tyre, and the wind that was blowing sideways...
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
People in The Nether
People in The Netherlands should consider buying shares of buienradar, this summer it will get a lot of traffic!!!!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
New step in the long
New step in the long path to the mainstream... became member of a football club. FC Twente to the champions here we go.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
It is not healthy to
It is not healthy to breath your food... even if its something as healthy as an apple.
Who in their right m
Who in their right mind in 2009 makes a mobile browser that to load an image the basename of the url has to have an image extension? SAMSUNG!!!!!
I don't know what is
I don't know what is worse if lunch "al desko" or only 15 minutes for lunch(including status change)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Donny Darko has a lo
Donny Darko has a lot to do with Le conseguenze del amore. Its funny to come up with such conclusions in the middle analysing payment stuff.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Survived the week-en
Survived the week-end. BBQ for 53 people with 56.2 liters of beer. Not a single drop left. Meat count still to be estimated. For you its grill master.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
The latest Star Trek
The latest Star Trek... gotta watch it. Its awesome. At least the first half ;)
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Today I finally real
Today I finally realised the true power of buienradar. Grey as could be, but no need for cyclist plastification ;)
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Grand finale... whic
Grand finale... which bulb do I bring for whom? And yeah keep me posted about the drama.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Queensday is startin
Queensday is starting slowly but surely. First act tour of the town with the in laws.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I would like to impa
I would like to impale the sucker that bent the front fork of my bike with it once I get it replaced. AAAAARRRRRGGGG!!!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Dyndns on android, t
Dyndns on android, throw in i-jetty, did I say I could run webapps on my phone? ;P
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Opened e-mail. Said
Opened e-mail. Said I was a multimillionaire. Instead of quitting my job, I just clicked on report spam. Weird life we live these days. ;)
Monday, April 20, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
You can not understa
You can not understand the melancholy of this song being in north Dublin. Diane Therapy?
Places from the past....
Through a somehow twist of fate I have found myself twisting traditions. The easter one, and that of visiting ireland.
Since I know I do not write half as frequently as I should I am not pretending I have much of a following on this blog. However most of t he people that read this know me in person which makes it a lot easier to write for. If you do not know who I am please feel free to leave a message. I would like to hear from you.
I first discovered Ireland, or accurately Dublin when I was a teenager. In the usual way at the time. Poping over to alegedly learn/improve my English. What I really ended up doing was setting up a solid base in beerology. Meeting people from all over the place, and practice all the other languages that I also knew. I have as a call of fame to have learned German in Dublin. Yes I know that sounds weird but it may be material for another post.
Well the big difference now is that instead of staying in a house with an ederly lady, with some advanced alcoholism problems and three dogs, and meeting and drinking with people from all over the planet(all over europe rather). I am in a golf course hotel somewhere in Portmarnock, playing the little mind game of guessing the nationality of each one of the staff members and being annoyed at overhearing the conversation of people with very soft irish accents, yet very loud voices.
I guess you can not pretend to be posh without being plane stupid. On the other side I never mange to greet the staff in their own languge. I guess I am avoiding the embarrasment of falling into stereotypes, getting it plain and simply wrong,
or to be more accurate, avoid showing off.
Here the tidal areas and the sea together with the dunes make for a wonderful landscape in the sun. Sun that has now pretty much burned my nose making me a discrace of a Spaniard. I have become so pale, gathering the light from a computer monitor, that even the Irish sun burns me. Wasn't it suppossed to be the other way. Glowing red Irish tourist in Spain. The whole situation is not without irony.
But to come back to the original idea of the post. Tradidions.... Easter is a big thing in my region. People usually go travel, if they can, or spend the long week-end with friends eating and drinking beyond sanity. This is usually done by the sea and the opening of the summer season starts around this time of year.
Well the tradition in that respect has been kept. Dublin has always been a summer place for me. So spending easter here is natural. With the diaspora of friends that I have I also have an old teenagehood friend here. He has now been working here for 5 years and seems to have settled down for a bit. He is preparing his first exhibition, which somehow makes me feel good. You see I know an up and coming artist. In fact I know several, but those thougths are so vane I will have to get them out of my skull double quick.
On the other side, just taking some time to relax, not do much but sleep or blog.... at last... is always good for the soul. I have to make some sort of resolution, lets call it an easter one, new years are so passè, to blog more.
As most of you know I have recently acquired some new geeky kit. That will consume some of my time, but hopefully not enough to keep me away from blogging.
Or perhaps I will blog about the secret life in my shed. May be a bit more of a way of getting the rusty old fingers to do some exercice. Not the phisical exercise of typing with which I earn my living but the intellectual exercise of writing a story or telling a tale in a half pallatable way.
To all of you out there, from all of us in here, greetings.
Since I know I do not write half as frequently as I should I am not pretending I have much of a following on this blog. However most of t he people that read this know me in person which makes it a lot easier to write for. If you do not know who I am please feel free to leave a message. I would like to hear from you.
I first discovered Ireland, or accurately Dublin when I was a teenager. In the usual way at the time. Poping over to alegedly learn/improve my English. What I really ended up doing was setting up a solid base in beerology. Meeting people from all over the place, and practice all the other languages that I also knew. I have as a call of fame to have learned German in Dublin. Yes I know that sounds weird but it may be material for another post.
Well the big difference now is that instead of staying in a house with an ederly lady, with some advanced alcoholism problems and three dogs, and meeting and drinking with people from all over the planet(all over europe rather). I am in a golf course hotel somewhere in Portmarnock, playing the little mind game of guessing the nationality of each one of the staff members and being annoyed at overhearing the conversation of people with very soft irish accents, yet very loud voices.
I guess you can not pretend to be posh without being plane stupid. On the other side I never mange to greet the staff in their own languge. I guess I am avoiding the embarrasment of falling into stereotypes, getting it plain and simply wrong,
or to be more accurate, avoid showing off.
Here the tidal areas and the sea together with the dunes make for a wonderful landscape in the sun. Sun that has now pretty much burned my nose making me a discrace of a Spaniard. I have become so pale, gathering the light from a computer monitor, that even the Irish sun burns me. Wasn't it suppossed to be the other way. Glowing red Irish tourist in Spain. The whole situation is not without irony.
But to come back to the original idea of the post. Tradidions.... Easter is a big thing in my region. People usually go travel, if they can, or spend the long week-end with friends eating and drinking beyond sanity. This is usually done by the sea and the opening of the summer season starts around this time of year.
Well the tradition in that respect has been kept. Dublin has always been a summer place for me. So spending easter here is natural. With the diaspora of friends that I have I also have an old teenagehood friend here. He has now been working here for 5 years and seems to have settled down for a bit. He is preparing his first exhibition, which somehow makes me feel good. You see I know an up and coming artist. In fact I know several, but those thougths are so vane I will have to get them out of my skull double quick.
On the other side, just taking some time to relax, not do much but sleep or blog.... at last... is always good for the soul. I have to make some sort of resolution, lets call it an easter one, new years are so passè, to blog more.
As most of you know I have recently acquired some new geeky kit. That will consume some of my time, but hopefully not enough to keep me away from blogging.
Or perhaps I will blog about the secret life in my shed. May be a bit more of a way of getting the rusty old fingers to do some exercice. Not the phisical exercise of typing with which I earn my living but the intellectual exercise of writing a story or telling a tale in a half pallatable way.
To all of you out there, from all of us in here, greetings.
Monday, March 02, 2009
On growing up
It has recently occured in my life that I have crossed a milestone in this weird variable called age. Nothing really changes at the occurent mile stone, one is not transformed from a frog into a prince overnight.
One just carries on with life, just noticing two subtle differences.
1) Things appear to repeat themselves.
2) In presence of a situation the outcome of it is minded instants before it occurs.
3) Hangovers are horribly worse.
4) Patience is limited with kinds of people with which there was a lot.
5) Annoying traits of character in others are directly indentified as: Damn I used to be like that once upon a time.
6) Every bottle in my bar has a story associated with it, and I do not need to be drunk to tell them.
7) I have less time for reading, and even less for writing.
8) Looking at the past is inevitable as everyting reminds you of it.
9) Your pictures of friends are only of weddings or babies.
10) Holidays are a rare comodity.
11) Most of the brilliant ideas of the past that I may have had, have made it to be succesful products without any involvement on my part.
12) The need to make lists out of everything seems to be stronger than anything.
I do not know if aany of this makes any sense but I guess its all part of growing up to start swapping insanity for senility ;P
One just carries on with life, just noticing two subtle differences.
1) Things appear to repeat themselves.
2) In presence of a situation the outcome of it is minded instants before it occurs.
3) Hangovers are horribly worse.
4) Patience is limited with kinds of people with which there was a lot.
5) Annoying traits of character in others are directly indentified as: Damn I used to be like that once upon a time.
6) Every bottle in my bar has a story associated with it, and I do not need to be drunk to tell them.
7) I have less time for reading, and even less for writing.
8) Looking at the past is inevitable as everyting reminds you of it.
9) Your
10) Holidays are a rare comodity.
11) Most of the brilliant ideas of the past that I may have had, have made it to be succesful products without any involvement on my part.
12) The need to make lists out of everything seems to be stronger than anything.
I do not know if aany of this makes any sense but I guess its all part of growing up to start swapping insanity for senility ;P
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Old cities new beginings
Whenever I have the opportunity to travel and it happens less and less often due to the complications of adult life. AKA work. I find myslef instead of enjoying the mindlesness of the modern tourist, which I should do more often. I end up checking the suitability of the place that I am visiting as a place to live. As if I was in constant search of a new spot on the planet to hang my jacket.
Such an approach has always been fruitless as in any of my moves I have never chosen the city. The city has chosen me. Back, now more than, 8 years ago when I landed, or should I say crash landed in London, it was not a desire to live in London that drove me there in the first place. I just had to get my-self a university. Similar thing happened, two years ago when I made it to The Netherlands. I was just in search of another challenge, basically had to get myslef a job.
As som of you know I have now moved to live in a slightly more lively city but more thrown into the outback of The Netherlands. The commute stays the same only the wind that I have to face changes. And no, my job has not changed I stil write software.
I do not know what is the point of this post but saying that as I have turned 30 and begin to have very few clear things in life. I have decided I need to write and be more present on this blog. And perhaps on the others too. But for technical elements more time is required and I do not feel comfortable blogging about work stuff. How ever you never know.
All I can really say to finish this random rant, is that last night at the convert of Kusturicka, and the non smoking orchestra. Something from the old self came back. A need to express and fell, and that I have to honor. I thank my girlfriend for the brilliant evening and week-end that she organised. Thanks a lot. Love you to bits.
Such an approach has always been fruitless as in any of my moves I have never chosen the city. The city has chosen me. Back, now more than, 8 years ago when I landed, or should I say crash landed in London, it was not a desire to live in London that drove me there in the first place. I just had to get my-self a university. Similar thing happened, two years ago when I made it to The Netherlands. I was just in search of another challenge, basically had to get myslef a job.
As som of you know I have now moved to live in a slightly more lively city but more thrown into the outback of The Netherlands. The commute stays the same only the wind that I have to face changes. And no, my job has not changed I stil write software.
I do not know what is the point of this post but saying that as I have turned 30 and begin to have very few clear things in life. I have decided I need to write and be more present on this blog. And perhaps on the others too. But for technical elements more time is required and I do not feel comfortable blogging about work stuff. How ever you never know.
All I can really say to finish this random rant, is that last night at the convert of Kusturicka, and the non smoking orchestra. Something from the old self came back. A need to express and fell, and that I have to honor. I thank my girlfriend for the brilliant evening and week-end that she organised. Thanks a lot. Love you to bits.
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