Just for the heck of it.. another one of my infamous alternative lyrics.. enjoy ;)
Fifty Ways to dump your lover
The problem is all inside your head, she said to me
‘Cause dumping is easy in SL’s reality
No need for drama if you just want to be free
There must be fifty ways to dump your lover
She said it’s really not my habit to intrude
But you deserve much better and besides, I think you’re cute
So I’ll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to dump your lover
Fifty ways to dump your lover
Just put her on mute, dude
Give her a ban, Stan
Spread the word that you’re dead, Fred
Just get yourself free
Just don’t make a fuzz, Gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just make a new alt, Walt
And get yourself free
Just put her on mute, dude
Give her a ban, Stan
Spread the word that you’re dead, Fred
Just listen to me
Just don’t make a fuzz, Gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just make a new alt, Walt
And get yourself free
She said it hurts me so to see you with that girl
She’s really worthless, and to me you mean the world
I said I like you too and would you please explain
About the fifty ways
She said why don’t you go invisible tonight
And I believe in the morning you’ll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to dump your lover
Fifty ways to dump your lover
Just put her on mute, dude
Give her a ban, Stan
Spread the word that you’re dead, Fred
Just get yourself free
Just don’t make a fuzz, Gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just make a new alt, Walt
And get yourself free
Just put her on mute, dude
Give her a ban, Stan
Spread the word that you’re dead, Fred
Just listen to me
Just don’t make a fuzz, Gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just make a new alt, Walt
And get yourself free
dinsdag 23 december 2008
The Mom Song
Just because it made me laugh so hard I had tears running down my cheeks.. and because sometimes people forget just how much work it is to raise kids.. here it is, for all you moms and dads out there: the mom song.
zaterdag 20 december 2008
True meanings
In this fast paced world called SecondLife, words often don't have the same meaning they have in Real Life. Especially concepts like time and feelings seem to be quite different on SecondLife and those new to this virtual world are quite likely to fall into those pitfalls and get hurt, because they made the funny mistake to interpret words the way they would in real Life. Bad plan! So, having been around SL for some 4 years now, maybe it is time I share some of what I learned along the way with you. Here it is.
Hi, how r u?
Meaning: Hello, I am either a teenager or I think this way of talking is cool. I think your avatar looks hot and I would like to do unspeakable things to you, but I lack the imagination to come up with a more original opener than this one.
I have to go, but can we be friends?
Meaning: I would like to hump your avatar sometime soon but right now I'm kind of busy chatting up someone else who got here before you.
I bought some new couples poses, could you come over and help me adjust them properly?
Meaning: I need a lame excuse to hump you, let's see if you are stupid enough to fall for this one.
I want to get to know you better
Meaning: I would like to hump you.
It's your mind I'm after
Meaning: I couldn't care less about your mental capacities but hey, if it means I get to hump you, I can pretend.
I want you to be mine completely
Meaning: I want you to be available to me at all times.
This person is my best friend in SecondLife and that's all there is between us.
Meaning: Of course we have sex. We just don't see each other enough to warrant a relationship.
I'm a romantic at heart
Meaning: I'll go through the whole wine, dine, dance and rose petals thing if it means I get to hump you.
I'm poly
Meaning: I have difficulties committing since there's so many hot people on SecondLife. I will however be the only one who gets to play around since I am too jealous to let you do the same.
I'm a lesbian
Meaning: I'm quite likely to be a man in real life
I'm bisexual
Meaning: I'm either a man in real life trying to be less obvious than the "lesbian" mentioned before, or I am indeed female but quite likely to only play with women on SecondLife, since in the real world my husband would kill me if he found out I like women, too.
I love you
Meaning: Sex with you is fun and you look hot.
A loooong time
Meaning: several days
Forever
Meaning: 2 weeks
Hi, how r u?
Meaning: Hello, I am either a teenager or I think this way of talking is cool. I think your avatar looks hot and I would like to do unspeakable things to you, but I lack the imagination to come up with a more original opener than this one.
I have to go, but can we be friends?
Meaning: I would like to hump your avatar sometime soon but right now I'm kind of busy chatting up someone else who got here before you.
I bought some new couples poses, could you come over and help me adjust them properly?
Meaning: I need a lame excuse to hump you, let's see if you are stupid enough to fall for this one.
I want to get to know you better
Meaning: I would like to hump you.
It's your mind I'm after
Meaning: I couldn't care less about your mental capacities but hey, if it means I get to hump you, I can pretend.
I want you to be mine completely
Meaning: I want you to be available to me at all times.
This person is my best friend in SecondLife and that's all there is between us.
Meaning: Of course we have sex. We just don't see each other enough to warrant a relationship.
I'm a romantic at heart
Meaning: I'll go through the whole wine, dine, dance and rose petals thing if it means I get to hump you.
I'm poly
Meaning: I have difficulties committing since there's so many hot people on SecondLife. I will however be the only one who gets to play around since I am too jealous to let you do the same.
I'm a lesbian
Meaning: I'm quite likely to be a man in real life
I'm bisexual
Meaning: I'm either a man in real life trying to be less obvious than the "lesbian" mentioned before, or I am indeed female but quite likely to only play with women on SecondLife, since in the real world my husband would kill me if he found out I like women, too.
I love you
Meaning: Sex with you is fun and you look hot.
A loooong time
Meaning: several days
Forever
Meaning: 2 weeks
woensdag 10 december 2008
Stand by me - Playing for Change
Not just an incredibly well made music video and a whole bunch of extremely talented musicians from all over the world.. But also a song I love, and this version went straight to my core. Just listen, watch, but first and foremost: feel.
maandag 1 december 2008
Going dowwwwn
Today was one of those days I sat here shaking my head and wondering what the fuck is wrong with humanity. I know, I should probably stay away from reading the news and I usually do, but once in a while I do read up on it, and the results are usually not very positive.
George Double Yuck Bush proclaimed in an interview he wants to be remembered as the man who liberated 50 million people and brought the world so much closer to peace. Ehm.. excuse me? Am I the only one feeling an almost unstoppable urge to grab the waste bin from under my desk and just puke here? Just how thick is the concrete plate in front of this guy's head? I guess the most scary part is he probably actually believes this to be true.
And then there was this guy, just an ordinary guy like you and me, making a living by working at Walmart. And on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving when all the big sales start in the US, he was at work. A crowd had gathered outside, people eager to be the first to benefit, and so when the doors opened they all rushed in, pushing and screaming and pulling, like a stampede, unstoppable. Once they had made their way into the store, our friendly Walmart employee and several other people were on the floor, trampled, bleeding. The other people were injured.. but our friendly Walmart dude.. was dead. Later on a Walmart spokesperson speaking to the press called the whole thing "an unfortunate event".
I can go on, and on, and on. Someone got shot because of a dispute over a parking spot. A 49 year old woman drove a 16 year old girl to suicide by pestering and humiliating her over the Internet, pretending to be a 16 year old boyfriend. Someone raped a horse with a stick, causing so much damage the animal, very slowly and very painfully, bled to death.
Where do all these animals pretending to be human come from? No, let me rephrase that. Not even the cruelest of predators amongst the animals would ever act like this. They kill because they need to survive, not out of greed, hunger for power, an inflated ego or just because they can.
It makes me sick to my stomach. Angry, but primarily tremendously sad. Just the fact these things happen everywhere and on a daily basis, but even moreso the fact we have gotten used to it and most of us don't even think twice about it.
I know I'm supposed to keep fighting, keep inspiring and awakening and believing. It's what I do. But on days like this, I would love to simply hand back my orders to whatever deity is in charge of resignations, tell the planet to go fuck itself and be done with it.
Oh well. To paraphrase Terry Pratchett; The fact we are outnumbered only means it's gonna take a bit longer to conquer the city. I guess it's true. But right now.. if anyone wonders where I am.. you can find me with my head in my waste basket.
George Double Yuck Bush proclaimed in an interview he wants to be remembered as the man who liberated 50 million people and brought the world so much closer to peace. Ehm.. excuse me? Am I the only one feeling an almost unstoppable urge to grab the waste bin from under my desk and just puke here? Just how thick is the concrete plate in front of this guy's head? I guess the most scary part is he probably actually believes this to be true.
And then there was this guy, just an ordinary guy like you and me, making a living by working at Walmart. And on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving when all the big sales start in the US, he was at work. A crowd had gathered outside, people eager to be the first to benefit, and so when the doors opened they all rushed in, pushing and screaming and pulling, like a stampede, unstoppable. Once they had made their way into the store, our friendly Walmart employee and several other people were on the floor, trampled, bleeding. The other people were injured.. but our friendly Walmart dude.. was dead. Later on a Walmart spokesperson speaking to the press called the whole thing "an unfortunate event".
I can go on, and on, and on. Someone got shot because of a dispute over a parking spot. A 49 year old woman drove a 16 year old girl to suicide by pestering and humiliating her over the Internet, pretending to be a 16 year old boyfriend. Someone raped a horse with a stick, causing so much damage the animal, very slowly and very painfully, bled to death.
Where do all these animals pretending to be human come from? No, let me rephrase that. Not even the cruelest of predators amongst the animals would ever act like this. They kill because they need to survive, not out of greed, hunger for power, an inflated ego or just because they can.
It makes me sick to my stomach. Angry, but primarily tremendously sad. Just the fact these things happen everywhere and on a daily basis, but even moreso the fact we have gotten used to it and most of us don't even think twice about it.
I know I'm supposed to keep fighting, keep inspiring and awakening and believing. It's what I do. But on days like this, I would love to simply hand back my orders to whatever deity is in charge of resignations, tell the planet to go fuck itself and be done with it.
Oh well. To paraphrase Terry Pratchett; The fact we are outnumbered only means it's gonna take a bit longer to conquer the city. I guess it's true. But right now.. if anyone wonders where I am.. you can find me with my head in my waste basket.
maandag 6 oktober 2008
Global Villagers
I have spent many years on the Internet. In fact, I was online long before the Internet even existed. Back then, we had what was known as BBS's: Bulletin Board Systems. They basically were private computers open to the public, you could call them using a phone and a modem, download files, send messages, play simple games or chat with the Operator: the one running the system. I had my own BBS and I still have vivid memories, like chatting with a friend from Israel who called in from his basement in Jerusalem while the Exorcet rockets were doing their gruesome job to the city above him. It was an amazing experience, being able to talk with someone so far away as if they were right around the corner.
These days, the Internet is such an integrated part of our lives we have come to find it normal to speak to people from all over the globe. The global village has become a reality. Yet, at the same time, it is a virtual reality. Virtual not only because that is it's very nature, but also virtual as in: it appears to be. The anonimity of the Internet leaves plenty of room for people to lie, pretend, and hurt each other without risking repercussions. It is also, for the most part, a very superficial way of interacting. Most of us have tons of online "friends". It's funny really, how the word "friend" is used so lightly when it comes to online interactions. I mean.. would you call someone you occasionally run into at a bar in real life, a friend? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't, such a person would be "someone I know from the bar", or "an acquaintance". Ask yourself: How many of my "friends" would I still be able to reach if for some reason my Internet connection went down for months in a row? How many of them would be there for me, if I was in a crisis and desperately needed a shoulder to cry on? How many of them do I really know, and how many really know me, the real me, all flaws, strengths, fears and dreams included? And, and this is a scary one, how many of them would even notice if I disappeared? For me, the list of people I really consider friends is pretty short.
And then of course there is that other danger the Internet has brought us. Online life, not as an addition to, but as a substitute for, real life. I know people who actually live their life on the Internet. They don't have a job, they hardly ever leave the house, in fact their life is miserable and empty.. if it wasn't for the Internet. Because online, they are big. Running guilds and empires in virtual worlds, inventing and implementing brilliant strategies to conquer cities and kill incredibly strong monsters, king or queen of their self invented castle, all kneel to my true royalty. No no, I keep my true identity private, I don't mix both worlds. Please respect that. And I can't help but wonder: respect? But ehm.. you're an overweight 30 year old highschool dropout living in your mom's attic, sleeping till noon then spending your day and most of your night gaming and eating cold pizza. Just what am I supposed to respect?
Don't get me wrong. I spend quite some time on the Internet, myself. Surfing, gaming, chatting, writing, studying, couselling, teaching. But I try to keep a healthy balance between online and offline. I also try to be 100% myself in both worlds. it doesn't work all the time, but I try.
These days, the Internet is such an integrated part of our lives we have come to find it normal to speak to people from all over the globe. The global village has become a reality. Yet, at the same time, it is a virtual reality. Virtual not only because that is it's very nature, but also virtual as in: it appears to be. The anonimity of the Internet leaves plenty of room for people to lie, pretend, and hurt each other without risking repercussions. It is also, for the most part, a very superficial way of interacting. Most of us have tons of online "friends". It's funny really, how the word "friend" is used so lightly when it comes to online interactions. I mean.. would you call someone you occasionally run into at a bar in real life, a friend? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't, such a person would be "someone I know from the bar", or "an acquaintance". Ask yourself: How many of my "friends" would I still be able to reach if for some reason my Internet connection went down for months in a row? How many of them would be there for me, if I was in a crisis and desperately needed a shoulder to cry on? How many of them do I really know, and how many really know me, the real me, all flaws, strengths, fears and dreams included? And, and this is a scary one, how many of them would even notice if I disappeared? For me, the list of people I really consider friends is pretty short.
And then of course there is that other danger the Internet has brought us. Online life, not as an addition to, but as a substitute for, real life. I know people who actually live their life on the Internet. They don't have a job, they hardly ever leave the house, in fact their life is miserable and empty.. if it wasn't for the Internet. Because online, they are big. Running guilds and empires in virtual worlds, inventing and implementing brilliant strategies to conquer cities and kill incredibly strong monsters, king or queen of their self invented castle, all kneel to my true royalty. No no, I keep my true identity private, I don't mix both worlds. Please respect that. And I can't help but wonder: respect? But ehm.. you're an overweight 30 year old highschool dropout living in your mom's attic, sleeping till noon then spending your day and most of your night gaming and eating cold pizza. Just what am I supposed to respect?
Don't get me wrong. I spend quite some time on the Internet, myself. Surfing, gaming, chatting, writing, studying, couselling, teaching. But I try to keep a healthy balance between online and offline. I also try to be 100% myself in both worlds. it doesn't work all the time, but I try.
vrijdag 26 september 2008
Phew
Last Tuesday, our son Mike stayed home sick. He wasn't feeling well, and over the day the belly pains and diarrhea he was complaining about got worse. At first, we thought it was just a belly flu, but during the evening he kept having severe pains and started vomitting as well and it got so bad we took him to the doctor on duty at midnight. He was examined, and told it was just a belly flu, and that it would pass. Wednesday, he felt even worse. The pain got so bad he was dizzy and half dazed, and so we took him to our family doctor who agreed with us: this wasn't just a belly flu. The family doctor sent us to the hospital where he was examined by the pediatrist first, and then the surgeon.. soon, the verdict was clear: acute appendicitis, emergency surgery.
Wednesday evening at 7:30 they operated on him, and by 8:30 he was conscious again. The surgeon came to talk to us and told us it was just in time. The appendix was badly infected over its full length (did you know these things are about a finger long?) but it hadn't ruptured yet, so no gunk had gotten out. If that had happened, complications would have been severe. A ruptured appendix can cause infections all through the belly and in extreme cases the patient can even die from it. So phew, just in time, had we come a day later it would have been ruptured.
He spent two nights at the hospital. I stayed with him the first night, sleeping on a matrass next to his bed. Yesterday we visitied during the afternoon, with Joy, and in the evening Ron went to see him again. This morning Ron picked him up and now he's here again, still in some minor afterpain from the surgery, but looking and feeling an incredible lot better.
I'm so glad we didn't just go by the first doctor's opinion and went to our family doctor the next day. I can't even begin to express the feelings of relief and thankfulness about being on time, and being able to take our son back home, healthy and smiling. This has been tough emotionally, especially for Ron who lost his son Gerard only a few years ago. There were flashbacks of course, and he had to struggle with those while staying with Mike and being the rock in crisis situations he always is.
And so, both my men went through an incredibly hard time here, suffered what had to be suffered, and came out victorious. Mike's wound will heal, and I can only hope this experience and the way it ended will also help Ron heal a little bit more. All here, all healthy.. all is well.
Wednesday evening at 7:30 they operated on him, and by 8:30 he was conscious again. The surgeon came to talk to us and told us it was just in time. The appendix was badly infected over its full length (did you know these things are about a finger long?) but it hadn't ruptured yet, so no gunk had gotten out. If that had happened, complications would have been severe. A ruptured appendix can cause infections all through the belly and in extreme cases the patient can even die from it. So phew, just in time, had we come a day later it would have been ruptured.
He spent two nights at the hospital. I stayed with him the first night, sleeping on a matrass next to his bed. Yesterday we visitied during the afternoon, with Joy, and in the evening Ron went to see him again. This morning Ron picked him up and now he's here again, still in some minor afterpain from the surgery, but looking and feeling an incredible lot better.
I'm so glad we didn't just go by the first doctor's opinion and went to our family doctor the next day. I can't even begin to express the feelings of relief and thankfulness about being on time, and being able to take our son back home, healthy and smiling. This has been tough emotionally, especially for Ron who lost his son Gerard only a few years ago. There were flashbacks of course, and he had to struggle with those while staying with Mike and being the rock in crisis situations he always is.
And so, both my men went through an incredibly hard time here, suffered what had to be suffered, and came out victorious. Mike's wound will heal, and I can only hope this experience and the way it ended will also help Ron heal a little bit more. All here, all healthy.. all is well.
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