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Anneke is completely convinced that I'll get my come-uppance tomorrow, as she conferred to me via Facebook chat. Right now, it's getting late and I want all this bollocks to be over. I want to get to work, do something constructive. This is so tiring.
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I recently discovered that youtube harbours a great many Disney films. Cut up into little pieces, yes, but you get the complete picture in the end. I figured it was about time I looked at an old favourite, The Great Mouse Detective. It turned to still be awesome, although Ratigan is the most camp Disney villain in the history of camp Disney villains. Seriously, everyone, look at that film again, study Ratigan's body language, look at his lair, look at his cat, and then attempt to tell me to my face that that rat is not camp.


Anyway, where are the mermaids? I seem to hear you say. You are right, of course, but I thought I ought to note the Disney film that started it all. You see, after this little piece of Disney gold, I decided to move on to the first Disney film which starred a mermaid. The Little Mermaid is, of course,pretty awesome. The facial expressions are really well done, the songs are good and the villain is very villainy. Then, I decided to have a look at the latest Ariel film, Ariel's Beginning. Where during the very first film the writers at least attempted to turn some expressions into more aquatic counterparts, this movie doesn't even bother. You hear mermaids referring to feet and legs they do not have, and problably never will have either. This is silly. Not to mention Ariel's sisters are almost all of them valley girls. No wonder she needed to get away in the earlier film (which is chronologically placed after this piece of crap).
After watching this, and being a bit bored, I deciced I should attempt to watch the film that followed after the first one, namely Return to the Sea. A bigger piece of crap sequel has not been made, although I still need to work my way through Cinderella 2 and Belle and the Beast 2. They must be out there somewhere. Anyway, back to the monsterpiece at hand. The villain in this one is Ursula's sister who suffers from a major mommy complex for having always been undervalued and her sister Ursula being mother's favourite. Not surprising, all things considered. The deterioration of the baddies is obvious, since Ariel's Beginning has an evil...governess! OMG! Anyway, to make a long story short, Return to the Sea has Ariel's daughter, Melody, as the main protagonist. She is annoying, vindictive at incredibly inopportune moments and just generally a pest. Ariel looks exactly the same as in the first film, albeit less well-drawn. The problem with this is that we are now twelve years after The Little Mermaid, a rather substantial period for the physical state of someone who has also had a child at the beginning. Yet, Ariel still looks like a bloody anorexic. Honestly, Disney! Way to go!


Anyway, that was it for now. I just felt the need to rant at the poor quality of the sequels. I don't know what happened to make the writes turn to crap, but honestly.
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About half an hour ago, I received a comment on a drawing in my devart gallery by someone calling themselves "Tierlantijn" who is a former GUTSie who was also in The Scottish Play. She comments on the fact that it's her sheep and that she is happy he is "forevered". Although this is a lovely compliment, I am now plagued by my lack of memory, because I cannot for the life of me remember whose sheep it was that was so often photographed during either the February or TSP camp. My own entries on the matter clarify nothing and I haven't found any useful info in most other people's entries either, so I now look to you, former GUTSies, to help me solve this mystery. If anyone remembers whose sheep it was, please tell me. This not knowing kills me.
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I have just visited my deviantart account, and the realisation dawned on me that I have almost reached the 10.000 pageview mark. Since this is considered to be a cause of celebration on Deviantart, I thought I should join in as well. Usually, this means that whoever manages to get the 10.000th pageview screencaps it and sends the screencap to the owner of the page with a request for the latter to draw them something. It is rather reminiscent of a hobbit birthday in that respect: rather than receiving gifts, you give them. In this case, it is only a single gift to a single person, or maybe two gifts if two people manage to screencap a pageview close to 10.000 and nobody actually captures the 10.000th.
Anyway, since I feel it is unfair to limit this pageview-chasing "frenzy" to deviantart members only, I thought I'd extend it to my friends-list as well. Not just because I like you, but I would like to up my chances of somebody I actually know catching the 10.000th pageview. Making art for a lucky stranger can be alright too, but drawing a request for a friend is much more fun.
I hope one of you catches the moment. Here's the link to my deviantart page. I wish you all the best of luck, should you wish to have a go at it.
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Soooo... haha, well then. I am, apparently, going to direct a GUTS production of "The Physicists", auditions for which will begin 1 October. Goodness gracious me. Anyway, I am looking forward to directing a lot. To be quite honest, I plan to be at least mildly pretentious.
Between now and the start of auditions for my play, GUTS will do a production of a Dracula play which is quite similar to the Leslie Nielsen film "Dracula, Dead and Loving It". Life is filled with fun activities. Hurrah!
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Since my throat hurts and my head feels kinda heavy, I figured I'd entertain you with the same lame shit I've been entertaining myself with the past few hours.
Firstly, here's a link to a song about narwhals. Warning, this is as contagious as the moon-song I came to know at a friend's place a while ago.


Furthermore, here is a nice postmodern approach by two eggs to the disappearance of a pie. It's very profound. Really.


Finally, here are Eddie Izzard's brilliant views on Star Trek.Now I, too, believe that the whole planet is made of whiddly-wee.
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You Are An ESFP

The Performer You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others. A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic. You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally. You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic. In love, you are a smooth talker and incorrigible flirt. While you get into relationships easily, you don't tend to stick around when times get tough. At work, you do well in groups. You keep everyone laughing through difficult tasks. You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor. How you see yourself: Capable, fair, and efficient When other people don't get you, they see you as: Incompetent, stubborn, and silly

*dances*
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Same as dracothelizard did a short while ago, I've devised a list of ten characters, each labelled with a number (1 to 10, obviously). You give me ideas for possible short writings and I'll try to do something with them.
For example: 1 goes on a date with 3, but falls in love with 9, who is their waiter. What happens?


I'm looking forward to your suggestions!
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So, then I go and sprain my ankle during a rehearsal. Hurray! I come home, decide to watch some "Oz" on my external hard drive (because Oh My God, the booty!) and then the bastard keeps on not showing up properly and insisting I format him, which I'm not going to do because then I will lose all the stuff I've downloaded, which is quite a lot let me tell you.
So now, I am greatly annoyed. Oh, and my ankle hurts a bit, actually. Bugger.
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moar funny pictures
There ya go.
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Rowan Atkinson is awesome. Pay particular attention from 2:55 to 3:00.


That's as close as I am getting to the whole "father Williamson's ideas about the holocaus-->abortion-->rant" thing, although I was very tempted to call a certain someone names.
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I received an email earlier this week from some woman working at the secretariat for European Languages. She informed me through some official judicial babble that I am actually not allowed to leave the Curriculum Committee unless I am "seriously ill" (by this I presume she means aids, leukemia or gastro-intestinal cancer). Also, the person I suggested as a replacement is not allowed to replace me, nor will he get paid for being there. Well done university bureaucracy, you win. I'll stay. Oh well, at least it pays. Hurrah for money I may receive in the future. Hurrah indeed. I am so enthused.
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List o' books under the cut.


( Didn't want to make this entry take up too much space. )


Right, that's that. 30 books read or partly read. Not that bad, considering. Anyway, I'm 23 now. There's lots of time to read whatever else is on this list.
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Yesterday evening, I had what various certified medical websites refer to as a panic attack. Although it was rather scary, and I required some tranquilisers to even fall asleep, I have made some very clear decisions about the coming semester. In short: the HMS Eddie is overloaded, so some ballast will have to be trown off in order to save the only passenger.


To be quite honest, this annoys me to no end. However, one has to face one's shortcomings sooner or later. Fact of the matter is, I've been having breathing issues since October. I've just (unwisely) been ignoring them in favour of being way too active. I'm going to drop my OC membership, my editorship at the Platform ezine and, if I can find someone in GUTS to take over for me, the treasurer position. Also, all the courses not tought within the English department are going to be dropped. I have had the happy email from the Theatre I teacher that I need not attend any seminars or lectures, nor need I write another paper. All I have to do is pass the exam this time. This luckily creates a little more space for me to manouvre in, because I dearly want to be rid of my minor. It's been around for two years now, so it's high time I finished the bugger.


That's basically the idea for the coming semester. All I need to do is have a chat with Hans on Thursday to make my purpose (staying alive sanely) clear. I'm telling you all this so that, if I ever stray off the path, you can push me back on it. Also, here's a little illustration of me in a leaking dinghy.
( Why? Because I can. )


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I might as well tag along. Here I am.





Kudos to the people who thought this up. Particularly the hat-option made me happy.


( I would like to add, though... )

Recently, I have come to the realisation that I do not really play Neopets anymore. Today, I wanted to play a nice came of Koujongg (I think you can guess what that's a variation on) and found that it had been blocked by an advertisement which refused to load. This meant that I couldn't play the game, and also made me realise that I was very, very done with Neopets. I have been a Neopet owner for five years on the dot tomorrow, which is a pretty long time for me to be affiliated with anything. In fact, It's about the longest time that I've been a member of anything as far as I can recall.
However, all things must come to an end, so I've sent an email to the Neopets people to unsubscribe me. I hope they don't try any emotional blackmail on me like what happens when you bring your pets to the pound. They (your pets) ask you at least five times in increasingly whiny tones if you really, really want to leave them there to starve. It's really quite pathetic, because, honestly, they are bloody digital. I mean, seriously now! Anyway, I am now waiting for the unsubscribe people to reply to me with the exact info on what they need me to do, if anything. It's funny, really. Five years of Neopets, and they went by bloody fast.


On a different topic, I have passed 2 out of 3 exams so far, and I've still got 2 exams and a bloody long essay to go before the second term starts. I don't think I will be able to finish the essay on time, unless I become an automaton who can write brilliant awesome essays for 24 hours straight. Oh well, I will give it a try, of course, yet there is also World Literature, a course which requires you to write a 300-500 word essay every week that you may have to read aloud in class. I think this is silly, but the teachers apparently don't and so one must endure. Luckily, they did decide to ditch one book we originally had to read, which I read and was extremely bored by during the summer holidays, so I was glad to watch that one go. Literary genres is one of those exams I still have to do. Does anyone have any tips on how to approach that one?
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That is one of the few risks one runs in Groningen: you meet really odd people who ask you for even odder favours. What happened less than half an hour ago is just another example of that.
I'm just walking on home, minding my own business, when suddenly this lady appears. She is standing next to a large potted plant that she apparently wishes to "save" from the florists who threw it out. Having a good look at the plant myself, I can imagine why a florist would want to toss it out: it did not radiate the promise of a long life. In the meanwhile, the Crazy Plant Lady managed to get some other girl to help her get the plant on the back of her bicycle. So the girl and me lifted the damn thing, she tried to tie it down with one of those portable bungee straps. It seemed to stay put for a while, so we said our goodbyes.
Of course, the Crazy Plant Lady turned out to possess a lot of zeal but not very much mustle, so it fell off again. The other girl decided that she'd had enough and went her way. The Crazy Plant Lady, meanwhile, decided that she wanted me to help her carry the thing a couple of block so what she considered to be a safe location from those evil florists who dared cast the poor thing out. She just kept going on and on about how plants and animals have genes in common, and all that jazz. In the end, I just got really tired of it. It's a very nice sentiment to try and save a plant, but honestly. There are limits. One of those limits is expecting a complete stranger to help you get it to a safe location in the middle of the night. So, I said my goodbyes. As I was walking away she tried to convince me that it was my obligation to the plant to help save it. She wasn't doing it for herself, she said. In fact, she didn't even want to have the plant herself. In retrospect, what is the point of moving a plant from one space to another when that other space is going to be just as cold and the plant just as likely to freeze there? Anyway, I rounded the corner, and that was the end of it. I just heard her say "Scheisse" one last time (she is a German Crazy Plant Lady) and then that was the end of it as far as my involvement is concerned.
I seriously hope never to run into another crazy botanist zealot ever again. Especially not at night when there are big potted plants around that need to be saved from the evil florists of the world.
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Quite recently, actually. In order to celebrate this, here's a little bit of Chester A. Bum dissing Twilight...





Frankly, of all the personas that 'that guy with the glasses' has at his disposal, I like the nostalgia critic best. However, he mocks Twilight so spectacularly in his hobo-appearance I couldn't resist posting this one. May you have many lolz watching this.
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