I promise, no spoilers:
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Things that Currently Make Me Happy
Things that make me happy: Queen, Doctor Who, Brent…I’m still not cured. Every time I think I can hear him sing in Sunday, it puts a big smile on my face. I would love to see Brent in a musical, or should I say “to hear Brent in a musical”? No, it’s see, cause that implies just that little bit more I’ll go to see him.
Not sure what to think of 1776. It’s about the independy of America and about John Adams. It isn’t my history. As a matter of fact, anything like this usually makes me feel nausious. Thing is, Brent sounds really good in it. Or he grabbed me, once again. He really has a tendency…
I downloaded three songs of which two are Brent related and one Doctor Who.
On youtube, someone once posted a video celebrating 48 years of Doctor Who set to One Republic’s Marching On. It’s very apt and a great song. It just started playing on my phone; it put a smile on my face.
Also, only 4 days till the Day of the Doctor!!!
Not sure what to think of 1776. It’s about the independy of America and about John Adams. It isn’t my history. As a matter of fact, anything like this usually makes me feel nausious. Thing is, Brent sounds really good in it. Or he grabbed me, once again. He really has a tendency…
I downloaded three songs of which two are Brent related and one Doctor Who.
On youtube, someone once posted a video celebrating 48 years of Doctor Who set to One Republic’s Marching On. It’s very apt and a great song. It just started playing on my phone; it put a smile on my face.
Also, only 4 days till the Day of the Doctor!!!
Brent in Rent Control
Last Saturday I watched “Rent Control”, a movie from ‘81/’84, with Brent in the lead. The movie is not very good, the lead character not very likeable and the writing didn’t help Brent at all. What didn’t help either is his looks in the movie. He has something that can only be described as a 70’s porn moustache. *Shudder* and his beautiful eyes are constantly hidden behind awful glasses. He’s also awefully skinny, but that shouldn’t have been a turn off. It normally isn’t. He’s still quite skinny, for a man his age.
It’s quite clear I didn’t think much of the movie. However, I enjoyed myself, since it was Saturday, or actually Sunday very early in the morning (around 1.00 am), it seemed appropriate. Back when I was still living with my mum I watched many movies on Sunday mornings at that hour, and some with that quality. And it helped it had Dutch subtitles. That took me back. That was the only reason, after I clicked it accidentally, to leave it on and watch it. I’m glad to say I survived it.
What a waste of talent that was.
I was searching for some pictures to go with this post and I inadvertently started to play a part of the movie again. I watched a few seconds and concluded that in that scene (him walking in the park with a girl) he was actually sort of cute.
Oh well, here are the pictures.
It’s quite clear I didn’t think much of the movie. However, I enjoyed myself, since it was Saturday, or actually Sunday very early in the morning (around 1.00 am), it seemed appropriate. Back when I was still living with my mum I watched many movies on Sunday mornings at that hour, and some with that quality. And it helped it had Dutch subtitles. That took me back. That was the only reason, after I clicked it accidentally, to leave it on and watch it. I’m glad to say I survived it.
What a waste of talent that was.
I was searching for some pictures to go with this post and I inadvertently started to play a part of the movie again. I watched a few seconds and concluded that in that scene (him walking in the park with a girl) he was actually sort of cute.
Oh well, here are the pictures.
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| Sort of cute here |
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| But still, not quite it |
Monday, November 18, 2013
Bring the 8th Back
What happened last Thursday (in the Whoniverse) is all over the Internet, so I don't need to tell you the 8th Doctor has finally, though shortly, returned to our screens in a minisode:
We want more...obviously. So sign this petition to bring back Paul McGann as the Doctor: http://www.change.org/petitions/steven-moffat-paul-mcgann-create-a-series-of-live-action-eighth-doctor-adventures?share_id=JGzkQYCetc&utm_campaign=autopublish&utm_medium=facebook&utm_source=share_petition#share
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Cleaning Up and Blowing My Own Horn?
These I found in my blog-test-and-edit document. Don't think it's too bad, but nowhere near completion. Just choice bits of characterisations and thoughts. I don't expect you to make it to the end. If you will, cue baffled silence, and: "Don't you have anything useful to do?"
Noah (one of my favourite self made up characters)
Secrets lay in his eyes. A gentle smile plays around his lips. I know well he knows me well. Softly spoken and yet so audible. He speaks my heart and calms my nerves. Like a rain coat in a storm. I hide around him.
Women Rule the World
Not much has changed; the dandy’s are still circling around a choice kiddie girl trying to get into her pants. Maybe a few things have changed around here; the women no longer wear skirts and suspenders to match and the dandy’s don’t take off their hats anymore. Not much has changed though. People are still fooled to think money and power is all they need. Love is equal to sex and visa versa. And since Robin Hood is no more no-one raises a hand for us poor buggers. The only thing they’d do to help themselves is offer their body up for sale. Education is overrated; love wears blusher, eyeliner and too tight jeans. And somehow we always seem to be out of money.
Between Good and Right Interests flew right over her head. Surely, it couldn’t be so incomprehensible.
Cleo stared out of the window at the dark blue sky. The evening had fallen sooner than she expected or hoped for. She needed the light. In silence she cursed the year for breaking into autumn once again. It was too cold for her mood and with autumn progressing into winter Cleo felt like her own light was fading too. She couldn’t wait for the new year and for spring to come again. That sounded as much a distant future as retiring did.
Her eyes stared dead into the dark void while she mused about what to cook. The only thing she really wanted to do was curl up in a warm bed and watch TV; mindless entertainment to put her thoughts off things.
The sky is grey; it reminds me of the day before running through the pouring rain. Even though it only took 5 minutes to run from the bus stop to the entrance of my building, I was soaking wet and cold to the bone when I opened my front door. The house was dark and empty; a situation that set in about one year prior. The silence inside reminds me of the strange year that lay almost behind me. It reminded me of the year to come. This melancholy feeling follows me around a lot, especially when at work. I try to spread my work and the moments of quiet contemplation over eight hours. The balance between the two has been absent for the last year. There were days we could hardly have a break and take a breath. Though, most of the days I spent leaning with my elbows on the table and googling several subjects from how to sort words in an excel sheet to the going on’s of my favourite artists.
It’s been like this for nearly a year. A strange year, to say the least. A year in which I started to understand how my broken social contacts from the past have their roots in even a further past. A past I hardly know anything about.
In the past I used to be very positive about adoption, to some extent. I do remember saying once I wasn’t sure it really worked out.
When All Falls Through
“I’m not gonna wait with you, my bus is coming,” he says. Hesitantly he looks at the lonely figure hugging herself to stay warm.
She answers: “Yeah,” while an involuntary shiver ragged her body. Her hat scarcely covered the tears. Her shawl hid only just her trembling lips. Why did she have to fall for a married man?
He knows too. He’s still standing there staring at her. There’s no way he was going to take her in his arms. He should walk away, now.
I love him so much it makes me want to punch his face in, but then again…. I hate myself for loving him so much and for thinking about him way too much. I am drowning in my own inability to stop the floods. I should have stepped up years ago, but what did I know?
Auburn August
She had auburn hair and the ability to make you forget. Though I never forgot about those eyes, shaped like she was forever squinting and hazel or something of green. The most I knew about her was her waving hair.
She stood tall and wise; almost unforgivably beautiful.
What a Male (About or inspired by Alan Rickman)
He is one of these people you’re unconsciously staring at in awe. It’s not that he’s that pretty; he’s not ugly, but his face wouldn’t end up in the classic pretty faces book. He has a more secretive beauty about him. His attractiveness comes from something different than his face. Even at age 64, he’s intriguingly attractive.
He usually sits quietly in a corner watching everybody being too loud. You hardly notice him till he makes his sarcastic, funny remark. Everybody laughs, you included. You think you’re the only one who notices him. That’s not true, because the poppy chick is talking to him too. She’s laughing way too loud, because he’s so smart and funny and the boss likes him a lot. You see him squirm a little; he’s trying to get away. He seems genuinely scared of her and you feel for him. In spite of all his awkwardness he’s strangely attractive.
He’s squinting at his screen, it makes you laugh. He chats up all the girls in office and goes around smoothly. He’s cheerful and hopeful and genuinely sweet. He’s the guy you try to get eye contact with, but he’s busy averting his eyes or guiltily smiling at someone else. He’s so easy to have a flirtatious chat with and then walk away. He’s too smug for you and yet so attractive in a geeky way.
Oh, how I can stare in those eyes. How I can watch him dance, move or just walk for that matter. He moves with elegance and a flexibility that far outdoes mine. He’s most definitely one of the most beautiful non-professional or trained dancers I have ever seen.
And then that voice.
He got me silent and in awe. I always kind of knew I liked him, that I was sort of mesmerized with him. I always knew I’d watch anything with him in it and that I would pay attention. I would even make an effort to catch any opportunity to see him work. Why I never made an effort to memorize his name, I honestly don’t know.
The thought of things and him, the things that make butterflies emerge in my stomach, makes me feel weird and awkward and embarrassed. I don’t think I can shed one word about my dreams and my fantasies. If I would try, it would probably eat me and reduce me to hide in a dark corner trying to get those images out of my head. Bad girl. Bad stupid girl for tying that man up in situations you should not be thinking of.
Yesterday I spend a good deal of my time staring at several AR-pictures. From young to older; I really don’t want to call him old, because I don’t think he’s really old yet. In my opinion you’re only old when you’re 90, and he’s not that yet.
Screaming like hell!!! Yes, at my screen. Yes at my screen. Like I laugh out loud at jokes written on a forum. Yes, I did scream silently inside.
It’s funny to see how the communities take over the allergies of their idols. It’s also funny how many communities have pet names for their idols. Makes it hard to take them seriously, but seriously, being a fangirl is hard work.
It only takes a few words, or an acknowledgement, or just only a commitment. You can love a man for only that, even when he’s abusive.
I’m trying to put his definition in words. I still have to learn to leave it. I haven’t found any word fitting him, and I keep failing in constructing the sentence that explains him. He’s so much more than that gentle voice and those sweet words. He’s more than the hand gestures telling you to sit down and calm. His depth is spinning around in contradiction. He’s a paradox there to confuse you, or help you for that matter.
P-IC
That’s my title for my satirical comedy show. It stands for Politically InCorrect. In it I will challenge people to think by taking current problems, like cuts every single country seems to be dealing with, and explaining it in such way it becomes questionable. Most of the explanations will take on an absurd turn. Maybe doesn’t sound too exciting since a lot of the reasoning behind political decisions are questionable and often do lead to absurdity. It’s not even an idea, rather something I want to see. You know, something like an after diner with ‘the Day Today’ and ‘Brass Eye’ as the main course.
What’s smart about the title is that when you pronounce it as an acronym, it will say ‘P, I see’. I don’t know what the ‘P’ would stand for, maybe simply ‘Politics’. So my show would be named ‘Politics, I see’. Sort of a cue for people to run away while they still can.
Politically I
Evolution and politics don’t seem to go together very well.
Revolution seems to mean turning from Mother Nature’s laws to make up our own.
Why are we so hot on being weird, or normal for that matter? Why doesn’t everybody just try to be the best they can, be it being weird or normal?
I don’t agree: http://www.linkedin.com/today/post/article/20130324141810-1714080-why-weirdos-outperform-normals?ref=email
What’s the matter with people in general? Or is it just me?
Here’s a little piece I wrote yesterday in bed:
Life seemed to have really started. My quarter life crisis or my last chance of youth has now really evaporated. We're all slowly coming to terms with life.
In 2000 we started to walk, we tried to run and then fell flat on our face. We are now getting back up, straightening or backs, broken bones and blue spots representing or failures, mistakes, lessons learned and some life experience.
We are ready now, to take over the weight.
Dedicated to my own generation; to my "heroes", or fellow sufferers.
Now I have to do it all on my own and I turn out to be weaker than I thought. I’m not doing bad, but I’m not doing as well as I thought it would do, or actually, I had no clue about how heavy it would weigh on me. I never thought of how I would deal with it, I would see whenever the situation was there. Now the situation is there and I need to do certain things. Some of them I don’t, because I’m an idiot, and others I did do or do, because it’s really necessary to survive or because it’s simple and I know how to deal with it.
The house still stands. It’s even fairly clean. The cats are still alive and fairly happy and healthy. I’m still alive and not stumbling too badly. Still, I know I can do better. You may ask, why not start already? Well, 1) because I’m lazy, 2) because I’m too shy and scared of people to ask for help. That’s pretty much it.
This is not a complaint, not really. It’s just something that I found out and bugs me a little.
In an article a man explained he couldn’t understand why people would want to work less than 40 hours a week. He extracted his identity from his work, his usefulness and purpose.
This morning in a paper I saw a young lady saying she wasn’t alive to be a wall flower. She’s a tv-presenter who’s battling a chronic illness.
They’re both doing things to fullfill a certain purpose, or so they say.
It’s a form of running away. Or it’s a form of denial. I’m denying real life, with real responsibilities, with real people and with real decisions to be taken. I’m running away from the daily humdrum, frantically, or should that be fanatically?
That is what fandom is to me; a safe haven. I know fandom like the inside of my pockets (some route descriptions to restaurants and business centres and 5 strepsils and a lighter). It doesn’t even matter on what or who fandom focuses, I have hung my hat there.
For some reason I’m more often than not, utterly confused why a certain person fascinates me? It started with Jake; attractive, not the smartest person, not the most talented person either and not my type. What the hell!? Feel a bit the same about Brent Spiner, though I never thought he was attractive, except for the easter egg that now has been removed from Youtube, in which he performs Shakespeare dressed as Data. I was disarmed by his boyish charm and shameless flirting. However, when I hear him talk, nnnot so much, except when he’s playing Data. What happens when he plays Lore? I love Data and I know why. When he’s playing Lore, Data’s older evil android brother, the fascination returns. It’s something about him that keeps me captivated and I hate it.
Fandom Should be a Wild Goose Chase
The spice of Fandom lies in what you can get, in who you can annoy and in how many times you can get arrested for stalking. The excitement lies in the chase, a wild goose chase, if you like.
I think I can call myself an expert in this particular subject. I have quite a bit of experience in different fields. I’ve done the chase for autographs, rare items and rare signed items. I’ve done annoying people with my extensive knowledge of my victims. I’ve been fighting for my right to stalk and pulled many a newb down with me. I’ve been kicking against shins and trodding on toes challenging the fan establishment for a place on the ranks among the best of fan mongers. I am proud of what I achieved.
Therefore, I suggest you listen to what I have to say about fandom.
Of course I could keep yapping on about Brent Spiner, as I will, like I’ve done with Jake, Alexander and Jason. I did say that I wanted to bring more variety to my blog, and if I keep yapping on about Spiner, the variety soon disappears. There’s a lot to say about Spiner, but in the end only so much.
I already pointed you towards his website and his album. There is one more album and a collection of Star Trek clips in which he sings. Go google or youtube yourself.
If only he was not that and could not that, I could move on.
The sky is a dark blue with black marks. I can see it through my barred window. Or it is the ceiling or floor, I’m not sure.
Would it finally happen, my interest in politics?
I’ve never been very interested in politics. I always found it exhausting and disappointing, let alone boring. Especially the last couple of years. I do recognize how politics and society go together, influence each other. I understand how both are the writers of history.
I’m starting to understand more and more how traits of one person can have such a great influence on history, or how the lack of power can also break one person down.
Noah (one of my favourite self made up characters)
Secrets lay in his eyes. A gentle smile plays around his lips. I know well he knows me well. Softly spoken and yet so audible. He speaks my heart and calms my nerves. Like a rain coat in a storm. I hide around him.
Women Rule the World
Not much has changed; the dandy’s are still circling around a choice kiddie girl trying to get into her pants. Maybe a few things have changed around here; the women no longer wear skirts and suspenders to match and the dandy’s don’t take off their hats anymore. Not much has changed though. People are still fooled to think money and power is all they need. Love is equal to sex and visa versa. And since Robin Hood is no more no-one raises a hand for us poor buggers. The only thing they’d do to help themselves is offer their body up for sale. Education is overrated; love wears blusher, eyeliner and too tight jeans. And somehow we always seem to be out of money.
Between Good and Right Interests flew right over her head. Surely, it couldn’t be so incomprehensible.
Cleo stared out of the window at the dark blue sky. The evening had fallen sooner than she expected or hoped for. She needed the light. In silence she cursed the year for breaking into autumn once again. It was too cold for her mood and with autumn progressing into winter Cleo felt like her own light was fading too. She couldn’t wait for the new year and for spring to come again. That sounded as much a distant future as retiring did.
Her eyes stared dead into the dark void while she mused about what to cook. The only thing she really wanted to do was curl up in a warm bed and watch TV; mindless entertainment to put her thoughts off things.
The sky is grey; it reminds me of the day before running through the pouring rain. Even though it only took 5 minutes to run from the bus stop to the entrance of my building, I was soaking wet and cold to the bone when I opened my front door. The house was dark and empty; a situation that set in about one year prior. The silence inside reminds me of the strange year that lay almost behind me. It reminded me of the year to come. This melancholy feeling follows me around a lot, especially when at work. I try to spread my work and the moments of quiet contemplation over eight hours. The balance between the two has been absent for the last year. There were days we could hardly have a break and take a breath. Though, most of the days I spent leaning with my elbows on the table and googling several subjects from how to sort words in an excel sheet to the going on’s of my favourite artists.
It’s been like this for nearly a year. A strange year, to say the least. A year in which I started to understand how my broken social contacts from the past have their roots in even a further past. A past I hardly know anything about.
In the past I used to be very positive about adoption, to some extent. I do remember saying once I wasn’t sure it really worked out.
When All Falls Through
“I’m not gonna wait with you, my bus is coming,” he says. Hesitantly he looks at the lonely figure hugging herself to stay warm.
She answers: “Yeah,” while an involuntary shiver ragged her body. Her hat scarcely covered the tears. Her shawl hid only just her trembling lips. Why did she have to fall for a married man?
He knows too. He’s still standing there staring at her. There’s no way he was going to take her in his arms. He should walk away, now.
I love him so much it makes me want to punch his face in, but then again…. I hate myself for loving him so much and for thinking about him way too much. I am drowning in my own inability to stop the floods. I should have stepped up years ago, but what did I know?
Auburn August
She had auburn hair and the ability to make you forget. Though I never forgot about those eyes, shaped like she was forever squinting and hazel or something of green. The most I knew about her was her waving hair.
She stood tall and wise; almost unforgivably beautiful.
What a Male (About or inspired by Alan Rickman)
He is one of these people you’re unconsciously staring at in awe. It’s not that he’s that pretty; he’s not ugly, but his face wouldn’t end up in the classic pretty faces book. He has a more secretive beauty about him. His attractiveness comes from something different than his face. Even at age 64, he’s intriguingly attractive.
He usually sits quietly in a corner watching everybody being too loud. You hardly notice him till he makes his sarcastic, funny remark. Everybody laughs, you included. You think you’re the only one who notices him. That’s not true, because the poppy chick is talking to him too. She’s laughing way too loud, because he’s so smart and funny and the boss likes him a lot. You see him squirm a little; he’s trying to get away. He seems genuinely scared of her and you feel for him. In spite of all his awkwardness he’s strangely attractive.
He’s squinting at his screen, it makes you laugh. He chats up all the girls in office and goes around smoothly. He’s cheerful and hopeful and genuinely sweet. He’s the guy you try to get eye contact with, but he’s busy averting his eyes or guiltily smiling at someone else. He’s so easy to have a flirtatious chat with and then walk away. He’s too smug for you and yet so attractive in a geeky way.
Oh, how I can stare in those eyes. How I can watch him dance, move or just walk for that matter. He moves with elegance and a flexibility that far outdoes mine. He’s most definitely one of the most beautiful non-professional or trained dancers I have ever seen.
And then that voice.
He got me silent and in awe. I always kind of knew I liked him, that I was sort of mesmerized with him. I always knew I’d watch anything with him in it and that I would pay attention. I would even make an effort to catch any opportunity to see him work. Why I never made an effort to memorize his name, I honestly don’t know.
The thought of things and him, the things that make butterflies emerge in my stomach, makes me feel weird and awkward and embarrassed. I don’t think I can shed one word about my dreams and my fantasies. If I would try, it would probably eat me and reduce me to hide in a dark corner trying to get those images out of my head. Bad girl. Bad stupid girl for tying that man up in situations you should not be thinking of.
Yesterday I spend a good deal of my time staring at several AR-pictures. From young to older; I really don’t want to call him old, because I don’t think he’s really old yet. In my opinion you’re only old when you’re 90, and he’s not that yet.
Screaming like hell!!! Yes, at my screen. Yes at my screen. Like I laugh out loud at jokes written on a forum. Yes, I did scream silently inside.
It’s funny to see how the communities take over the allergies of their idols. It’s also funny how many communities have pet names for their idols. Makes it hard to take them seriously, but seriously, being a fangirl is hard work.
It only takes a few words, or an acknowledgement, or just only a commitment. You can love a man for only that, even when he’s abusive.
I’m trying to put his definition in words. I still have to learn to leave it. I haven’t found any word fitting him, and I keep failing in constructing the sentence that explains him. He’s so much more than that gentle voice and those sweet words. He’s more than the hand gestures telling you to sit down and calm. His depth is spinning around in contradiction. He’s a paradox there to confuse you, or help you for that matter.
P-IC
That’s my title for my satirical comedy show. It stands for Politically InCorrect. In it I will challenge people to think by taking current problems, like cuts every single country seems to be dealing with, and explaining it in such way it becomes questionable. Most of the explanations will take on an absurd turn. Maybe doesn’t sound too exciting since a lot of the reasoning behind political decisions are questionable and often do lead to absurdity. It’s not even an idea, rather something I want to see. You know, something like an after diner with ‘the Day Today’ and ‘Brass Eye’ as the main course.
What’s smart about the title is that when you pronounce it as an acronym, it will say ‘P, I see’. I don’t know what the ‘P’ would stand for, maybe simply ‘Politics’. So my show would be named ‘Politics, I see’. Sort of a cue for people to run away while they still can.
Politically I
Evolution and politics don’t seem to go together very well.
Revolution seems to mean turning from Mother Nature’s laws to make up our own.
Why are we so hot on being weird, or normal for that matter? Why doesn’t everybody just try to be the best they can, be it being weird or normal?
I don’t agree: http://www.linkedin.com/today/post/article/20130324141810-1714080-why-weirdos-outperform-normals?ref=email
What’s the matter with people in general? Or is it just me?
Here’s a little piece I wrote yesterday in bed:
Life seemed to have really started. My quarter life crisis or my last chance of youth has now really evaporated. We're all slowly coming to terms with life.
In 2000 we started to walk, we tried to run and then fell flat on our face. We are now getting back up, straightening or backs, broken bones and blue spots representing or failures, mistakes, lessons learned and some life experience.
We are ready now, to take over the weight.
Dedicated to my own generation; to my "heroes", or fellow sufferers.
Quite obviously, I’m not spelling- or grammar police. However, writing words double, in the wrong order or not at all can confuse me utterly.
It turns out, I’m not as strong as I always thought I was. I suppose what I could do was being flexible with situations. What did I know? I was brought into the situation and then grew into it. It wasn’t a big deal, not for me. Probably also because it wasn’t me who carried the load on my shoulders, my mom was. I never had financial problems, my mom did and we knew better than expecting the most expensive stuff.
Now I have to do it all on my own and I turn out to be weaker than I thought. I’m not doing bad, but I’m not doing as well as I thought it would do, or actually, I had no clue about how heavy it would weigh on me. I never thought of how I would deal with it, I would see whenever the situation was there. Now the situation is there and I need to do certain things. Some of them I don’t, because I’m an idiot, and others I did do or do, because it’s really necessary to survive or because it’s simple and I know how to deal with it.
The house still stands. It’s even fairly clean. The cats are still alive and fairly happy and healthy. I’m still alive and not stumbling too badly. Still, I know I can do better. You may ask, why not start already? Well, 1) because I’m lazy, 2) because I’m too shy and scared of people to ask for help. That’s pretty much it.
This is not a complaint, not really. It’s just something that I found out and bugs me a little.
This morning in a paper I saw a young lady saying she wasn’t alive to be a wall flower. She’s a tv-presenter who’s battling a chronic illness.
They’re both doing things to fullfill a certain purpose, or so they say.
It’s a form of running away. Or it’s a form of denial. I’m denying real life, with real responsibilities, with real people and with real decisions to be taken. I’m running away from the daily humdrum, frantically, or should that be fanatically?
That is what fandom is to me; a safe haven. I know fandom like the inside of my pockets (some route descriptions to restaurants and business centres and 5 strepsils and a lighter). It doesn’t even matter on what or who fandom focuses, I have hung my hat there.
For some reason I’m more often than not, utterly confused why a certain person fascinates me? It started with Jake; attractive, not the smartest person, not the most talented person either and not my type. What the hell!? Feel a bit the same about Brent Spiner, though I never thought he was attractive, except for the easter egg that now has been removed from Youtube, in which he performs Shakespeare dressed as Data. I was disarmed by his boyish charm and shameless flirting. However, when I hear him talk, nnnot so much, except when he’s playing Data. What happens when he plays Lore? I love Data and I know why. When he’s playing Lore, Data’s older evil android brother, the fascination returns. It’s something about him that keeps me captivated and I hate it.
Fandom Should be a Wild Goose Chase
The spice of Fandom lies in what you can get, in who you can annoy and in how many times you can get arrested for stalking. The excitement lies in the chase, a wild goose chase, if you like.
I think I can call myself an expert in this particular subject. I have quite a bit of experience in different fields. I’ve done the chase for autographs, rare items and rare signed items. I’ve done annoying people with my extensive knowledge of my victims. I’ve been fighting for my right to stalk and pulled many a newb down with me. I’ve been kicking against shins and trodding on toes challenging the fan establishment for a place on the ranks among the best of fan mongers. I am proud of what I achieved.
Therefore, I suggest you listen to what I have to say about fandom.
Of course I could keep yapping on about Brent Spiner, as I will, like I’ve done with Jake, Alexander and Jason. I did say that I wanted to bring more variety to my blog, and if I keep yapping on about Spiner, the variety soon disappears. There’s a lot to say about Spiner, but in the end only so much.
I already pointed you towards his website and his album. There is one more album and a collection of Star Trek clips in which he sings. Go google or youtube yourself.
If only he was not that and could not that, I could move on.
The sky is a dark blue with black marks. I can see it through my barred window. Or it is the ceiling or floor, I’m not sure.
Would it finally happen, my interest in politics?
I’ve never been very interested in politics. I always found it exhausting and disappointing, let alone boring. Especially the last couple of years. I do recognize how politics and society go together, influence each other. I understand how both are the writers of history.
I’m starting to understand more and more how traits of one person can have such a great influence on history, or how the lack of power can also break one person down.
Anja and America's Gun Problem
I was stupid enough to read some arguments for and against guns. Now I feel the need to join the discussion.
First of, let me make my position clear first: “I’m against guns, but I do understand why certain people feel the need to have one…Though in some cases, I’m not sure it’s justified.”
Here’s the source that got me going: http://gunssavelives.net/blog/sci-fi...l-on-twitter/#
First of all, it’s not the guns that save lifes, it’s the people and usually, not the people who are holding the guns. I do understand a gun can help to keep a situation under control. The point is the gun is used when that control fades or when the person holding the gun thinks the control fades. In other words, the gun is controlled by a human who might make an interpretation error. And when the error is made and the trigger is pulled and the victim is hit, there’s no way back. That’s why it’s scary. Anything can set off a horrifying scene.
A Tweet from Adam Baldwin (@AdamBaldwin):
So, what do you mean, “…the gun is the greatest tool of peace ever inventented.”?
I see the gun problem partly as a tool problem and partly as a social and maybe even cultural problem. You can’t solve that by banning guns, you can’t solve it by not banning guns. What’s needed, I think, is a change of culture, a change of social behaviour and a change of heart. That takes time. The first step would be a first, mild regulation of gun owning. Over time the regulations should become stricter as people get used to the new situation. In the meantime reasons for owning a gun should be reduced, remedied, or taken the edge of. Also that will take a lot of time. But let’s start with not granting gunners the attention for their destructive behaviour.
Not too long ago, when there was a shoutout in Germany, experts were asked what to do to reduce the chances of repeat dramas. The answer was: “First of all, the press should not make it that big a deal. The shooters are discussed like heroes. After all, negative attention is still attention.”
So, the attention should go out to them, because there’s something terribly wrong in their life. Screaming and yelling at them won’t help. Shutting them out won’t help. I’m no expert, but I do know that negative behaviour causes negative reactions while positive behaviour is more likely being met with a positive and friendly response. In that vein, when you’re holding a gun you’re more likely to get a negative reaction (and very possibly being shot at) then when you’re holding flowers.
There is just no reason big and fullfilling enough that convinces me owning a gun is a good thing.
So what would I do if someone points a gun at me? I would not pull my own gun for two reasons: 1) I don’t have a gun and 2) The gunner would probably shoot me before I can shoot him. And even if I manage to shoot him, what does that solve? He’s dead and I will go to jail. Great! (Yeah, I know, it was self-defense, but who says my judge will have a good day? And there’s also something called my conscience.)
And…Why is he holding me at gun point? Because he’s trying to mug me? Why is he trying to mug me? Because he wants my phone? Why does he want my phone? Because he wants to make easy money? Why doesn’t he earn his money like any honest-to-good people? Because it’s slow and tedious? So? I’m doing it? Because he’s a mug who wants his friends to think he’s cool? What’s so cool about being a selfish ass? And who’s fault is that? Ah, parents and society.
Let’s start at the start for a change.
I’m sure I’m forgetting about some mindblowing reason to own a gun, if such thing exists, but please feel free to point it out…or agree for that matter.
First of, let me make my position clear first: “I’m against guns, but I do understand why certain people feel the need to have one…Though in some cases, I’m not sure it’s justified.”
Here’s the source that got me going: http://gunssavelives.net/blog/sci-fi...l-on-twitter/#
First of all, it’s not the guns that save lifes, it’s the people and usually, not the people who are holding the guns. I do understand a gun can help to keep a situation under control. The point is the gun is used when that control fades or when the person holding the gun thinks the control fades. In other words, the gun is controlled by a human who might make an interpretation error. And when the error is made and the trigger is pulled and the victim is hit, there’s no way back. That’s why it’s scary. Anything can set off a horrifying scene.
A Tweet from Adam Baldwin (@AdamBaldwin):
“Hi @BrentSpiner: In fact, the gun is the greatest tool of peace ever inventented.It is the great equalizer between individual Liberty & Tyranny.”I really don’t see how that works. Let me give you the definition of peace first:
“Peace is a sign of harmony characterized by the lack of violence, conflict behaviors and the freedom from fear of violence.”See, a gun usually results in the opposite. Presence of a gun means a bigger potential for violence and a certain conflict in behaviors. It also limits the freedom of the person who the gun is pointed at or even when the gun is in its holster and people know. Also, the apparent need gun owners say they’re feeling indicates fear. And obviously, the none gun owners feel fear too since so many shoot outs are happening lately.
So, what do you mean, “…the gun is the greatest tool of peace ever inventented.”?
I see the gun problem partly as a tool problem and partly as a social and maybe even cultural problem. You can’t solve that by banning guns, you can’t solve it by not banning guns. What’s needed, I think, is a change of culture, a change of social behaviour and a change of heart. That takes time. The first step would be a first, mild regulation of gun owning. Over time the regulations should become stricter as people get used to the new situation. In the meantime reasons for owning a gun should be reduced, remedied, or taken the edge of. Also that will take a lot of time. But let’s start with not granting gunners the attention for their destructive behaviour.
Not too long ago, when there was a shoutout in Germany, experts were asked what to do to reduce the chances of repeat dramas. The answer was: “First of all, the press should not make it that big a deal. The shooters are discussed like heroes. After all, negative attention is still attention.”
So, the attention should go out to them, because there’s something terribly wrong in their life. Screaming and yelling at them won’t help. Shutting them out won’t help. I’m no expert, but I do know that negative behaviour causes negative reactions while positive behaviour is more likely being met with a positive and friendly response. In that vein, when you’re holding a gun you’re more likely to get a negative reaction (and very possibly being shot at) then when you’re holding flowers.
There is just no reason big and fullfilling enough that convinces me owning a gun is a good thing.
So what would I do if someone points a gun at me? I would not pull my own gun for two reasons: 1) I don’t have a gun and 2) The gunner would probably shoot me before I can shoot him. And even if I manage to shoot him, what does that solve? He’s dead and I will go to jail. Great! (Yeah, I know, it was self-defense, but who says my judge will have a good day? And there’s also something called my conscience.)
And…Why is he holding me at gun point? Because he’s trying to mug me? Why is he trying to mug me? Because he wants my phone? Why does he want my phone? Because he wants to make easy money? Why doesn’t he earn his money like any honest-to-good people? Because it’s slow and tedious? So? I’m doing it? Because he’s a mug who wants his friends to think he’s cool? What’s so cool about being a selfish ass? And who’s fault is that? Ah, parents and society.
Let’s start at the start for a change.
I’m sure I’m forgetting about some mindblowing reason to own a gun, if such thing exists, but please feel free to point it out…or agree for that matter.
Brent and America's Gun Problem
During this whole saga I kept from commenting, because 1) I'm not well enough informed to join the discussion, 2) I didn't want to comment about guns to Brent, mainly because I agree with him and 3) I do not want to discuss this subject on Twitter. In the end Brent used another functionality of Twitter (Twitlonger) to elaborate about his thoughts about gun owning and gun regulation. I wish he had done that in the first place instead of taking it to regular Twitter. You can not construct a sound and complete opinion on the guns problems in 140 characters, as Brent effectively demonstrated. He was attacked by pro-gunners, to some extend rightfully so, in the most absurd and scary ways. If he just wanted to bring out what is so scary about pro-gunners, he succeeded. So it was good for something...hopefully.
Anyway, I copied a piece of dialog from a forum about his debating skills. The reason is, this gives another rare inside into Brent.
Christmas Tree:
Housewives:
Source: http://www.democraticunderground.com/10024014870
Here's Brent's thoughts on Twitlonger: http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1rre9mn
Anyway, I copied a piece of dialog from a forum about his debating skills. The reason is, this gives another rare inside into Brent.
Christmas Tree:
“And the people “debating” with him-do they really want to do that? Chances are he’d wipe the floor clean with them. I remember hearing stories about him when I was a debater. TNG was on the air and everyone was talking about him. Turns out he’s a legend in the NFL. (National Forensics League)”Housewives:
“In the forensics league? I’ve never heard that. I have heard, and also surmised by what I have heard and read from the man himself, that he is extremely intelligent. He is also very progressive politically. Heard he used to be a big hippie back in the 60’s and protested Vietnam. I have no idea why I am rambling.”Christmas Tree:
“back in the day. Supposedly the man was a powerhouse of knowledge and had a golden tongue, though the event that he killed at nationals was actually DI. (dramatic interp) My coach said something about how, even though he was in events and not debate, he seemed extremely knowledgeable about the debate topics and seemed more than able to hold his own in extemp at the national level.”
Housewives:
“Thanks for sharing!! ”Christmas Tree (or xmas74):
“My coach remembered him because he was also competing in the same event. I think he said that was the same year Shelley Long was also at nationals but for a different event.”Housewives (or Tree-Hugger):
“I went all nerd and googled it. I found this:
http://www.pointloma.edu/experience/academics/schools-departments/department-communication-theatre/faculty/skip-rutledge/famous-folks-who-did-forensics
It says;
"Brent Mintz won Dramatic Interp with a selection from Elia Kazan's AMERICA, AMERICA competing for Bellaire High School in Houston, TX, in 1967. He went on to fame as Brent Spiner, a.k.a. "Data" on "Star Trek: The Next Generation" and numerous other TV and movie roles."
Pretty cool.”
Source: http://www.democraticunderground.com/10024014870
Here's Brent's thoughts on Twitlonger: http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1rre9mn
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Job Vacancy
With a certain android in mind, this vacancy is very interesting and a bit funny:
Dear Anja,
I'm helping my colleague Anonymous Recruiter look for a Data Consultant.
Desired skills:
- Data Governance
- Data Modelling
- Datamining
- Master Data Management
- Logical and dimensional modelling
- Meta Data
- Sharepoint
- Database Management
- Data Architecture
- Datawarehouse Architecture/ Business Intelligence
- Teradata
- Helicopter view
Start date: asap
Length of the project: minimum 3 months, with extension opportunities
Location: South Holland
Dear Anja,
I'm helping my colleague Anonymous Recruiter look for a Data Consultant.
Desired skills:
- Data Governance
- Data Modelling
- Datamining
- Master Data Management
- Logical and dimensional modelling
- Meta Data
- Sharepoint
- Database Management
- Data Architecture
- Datawarehouse Architecture/ Business Intelligence
- Teradata
- Helicopter view
Start date: asap
Length of the project: minimum 3 months, with extension opportunities
Location: South Holland
November Blues
There’s not much I want to say. Inspiration always seems to dry when the sun hides behind clouds and on the south side of the world. Still trying to meet my quotum; it shouldn’t take too much effort. Here are my efforts from last week. All separate pieces, not related, not even that interesting.
A while back, when I delved deeper into my Star Trek-dom, I noticed some of the actors started directing episodes. Being slightly curious I checked who did. I remember Patrick Stewart saying that Brent never had an interest in directing. Later I read the reason from the horses mouth. Brent said he never even thought of directing, because it takes a lot of energy to do that and he was only able to give small bursts of energy, only just enough for the acting. I understand that so well.
Today at work, a colleague who is the chairman of his own house owners union, was very tired because he had a meeting yesterday. He was telling us about the problems they were having. Then asked me if I was in the board of my union, to which I had to reply: “No”. The next question was: “Why not?” You can guess my answer.
If, in an impulsive action, I become a member of the board, I know how that’s going to go. I would put in the effort when sitting at the table. I would slouch when at home while I’m supposed to do things. I would do them at the last minute and I would do them only half. The intentions are there, the want nor the energy is however. Though I know I should. I know I don’t really have an excuse.
In this year of celebration, specifically Doctor Who 50th anniversary celebration, I have not said much about the good Doctor. I’ve been pacing myself. I feared I could not handle the suspension. I decided to not watch too much DW, because I might get impatient. It’s Whovember now, and I got impatient. Good news is, only two weeks wait till the Day of the Doctor.
For some reason, my colleagues are very sensitive to my well being…or something. In the last couple of weeks I’ve been asked several times if I’m all right. Sure, I have the yearly fall-exhaustion attack, but compared to other years, I feel pretty ok. It could have been worse.
Do I look so bad, lately? My energy levels have always alternated between average and low with the peek somewhere in early spring. I don’t think I’ve been behaving, nor looking that much worse, have I, do I? Yeah, sure, I assigned myself to a diet again and yes, I am doing some damage control in my private life. But still, it’s not that bad.
I think 2013 was out to confuse me, because I seem to be confused a lot this year. Confused about Jake at the start of the year. Confused about the royal family in the late 19th century. Confused about Star Trek and Brent in particular. Confused about my work, my private life, my colleagues and how my well being is perceived. Am I missing something?
What is next? I’m in the fade out period of my Brent interest. What will 2014 bring? I suspect interesting challenges and oppertunities on the job front and further failing of my private life.
What will 2014 bring?
A while back, when I delved deeper into my Star Trek-dom, I noticed some of the actors started directing episodes. Being slightly curious I checked who did. I remember Patrick Stewart saying that Brent never had an interest in directing. Later I read the reason from the horses mouth. Brent said he never even thought of directing, because it takes a lot of energy to do that and he was only able to give small bursts of energy, only just enough for the acting. I understand that so well.
Today at work, a colleague who is the chairman of his own house owners union, was very tired because he had a meeting yesterday. He was telling us about the problems they were having. Then asked me if I was in the board of my union, to which I had to reply: “No”. The next question was: “Why not?” You can guess my answer.
If, in an impulsive action, I become a member of the board, I know how that’s going to go. I would put in the effort when sitting at the table. I would slouch when at home while I’m supposed to do things. I would do them at the last minute and I would do them only half. The intentions are there, the want nor the energy is however. Though I know I should. I know I don’t really have an excuse.
In this year of celebration, specifically Doctor Who 50th anniversary celebration, I have not said much about the good Doctor. I’ve been pacing myself. I feared I could not handle the suspension. I decided to not watch too much DW, because I might get impatient. It’s Whovember now, and I got impatient. Good news is, only two weeks wait till the Day of the Doctor.
For some reason, my colleagues are very sensitive to my well being…or something. In the last couple of weeks I’ve been asked several times if I’m all right. Sure, I have the yearly fall-exhaustion attack, but compared to other years, I feel pretty ok. It could have been worse.
Do I look so bad, lately? My energy levels have always alternated between average and low with the peek somewhere in early spring. I don’t think I’ve been behaving, nor looking that much worse, have I, do I? Yeah, sure, I assigned myself to a diet again and yes, I am doing some damage control in my private life. But still, it’s not that bad.
I think 2013 was out to confuse me, because I seem to be confused a lot this year. Confused about Jake at the start of the year. Confused about the royal family in the late 19th century. Confused about Star Trek and Brent in particular. Confused about my work, my private life, my colleagues and how my well being is perceived. Am I missing something?
What is next? I’m in the fade out period of my Brent interest. What will 2014 bring? I suspect interesting challenges and oppertunities on the job front and further failing of my private life.
What will 2014 bring?
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Overhearing Conversation
You probably all agree how annoying it is to be forcefully a listening party in a telephone conversation in some public place. Public transport, where there's no way of escape, amplifies the irritation when some woman is shouting down her mobile and your ear. What's been happening in Britland between some famous figures I might have written about before, is very much like this: Calling all comedians: stop writing tetchy open letters to each other
I must admit, I too was thinking, why don't you do this in the privacy of your own email or paper? Or do it over the phone, preferably not in public transport, but in the warm and cosy comfort of your own house. It's like being forcefully a fly on the wall. And just like the fly, I want to get out!!!
This reminds me of Twitter: When reading my Twitter feed, or rather, conversation between famous people, I feel like a fly on the wall bored to tears. So I usually skip through my feed and then return to my own personal, more interesting, and also more demanding life.
Anyway, so far for irritation today.
I must admit, I too was thinking, why don't you do this in the privacy of your own email or paper? Or do it over the phone, preferably not in public transport, but in the warm and cosy comfort of your own house. It's like being forcefully a fly on the wall. And just like the fly, I want to get out!!!
This reminds me of Twitter: When reading my Twitter feed, or rather, conversation between famous people, I feel like a fly on the wall bored to tears. So I usually skip through my feed and then return to my own personal, more interesting, and also more demanding life.
Anyway, so far for irritation today.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Boring Piece 2
For some reason, my colleagues are very sensitive to my well being…or something. In the last couple of weeks I’ve been asked several times if I’m all right. Sure, I have the yearly fall-exhaustion attack, but compared to other years, I feel pretty ok. It could have been worse.
Do I look so bad, lately? My energy levels have always alternated between average and low with the peek somewhere in early spring. I don’t think I’ve been behaving, nor looking that much worse, have I, do I? Yeah, sure, I assigned myself to a diet again and yes, I am doing some damage control in my private life. But still, it’s not that bad.
I think 2013 was out to confuse me, because I seem to be confused a lot this year. Confused about Jake at the start of the year. Confused about the royal family in the late 19th century. Confused about Star Trek and Brent in particular. Confused about my work, my private life, my colleagues and how my well being is perceived. Am I missing something?
What is next? I’m in the fade out period of my Brent interest. What will 2014 bring? I suspect interesting challenges and oppertunities on the job front and further failing of my private life.
What will 2014 bring?
Do I look so bad, lately? My energy levels have always alternated between average and low with the peek somewhere in early spring. I don’t think I’ve been behaving, nor looking that much worse, have I, do I? Yeah, sure, I assigned myself to a diet again and yes, I am doing some damage control in my private life. But still, it’s not that bad.
I think 2013 was out to confuse me, because I seem to be confused a lot this year. Confused about Jake at the start of the year. Confused about the royal family in the late 19th century. Confused about Star Trek and Brent in particular. Confused about my work, my private life, my colleagues and how my well being is perceived. Am I missing something?
What is next? I’m in the fade out period of my Brent interest. What will 2014 bring? I suspect interesting challenges and oppertunities on the job front and further failing of my private life.
What will 2014 bring?
Boring Piece 1
As a young girl, I used to read a lot.
My mum made sure we started going to a library from a young age on. With young, I mean really young; our first trip to the library would come at age three or four, right before we learnt to read. I used to be an avid reader, my younger brother was not. I remember my bedtime routine. Me and my brother went to bed at the same time every evening, some time around half past seven. My brother was talked and rocked to sleep by my mum while I got my book out to read for an hour. I can’t remember how many books I read, probably about one per week.
Then, when I was growing up, my interest in the written word moved from reading to writing. I’m sure at one point in my life I wrote more than I read. As a matter of fact, I hardly read anything. Later when the Internet was unlimited available to me, I started to read more again, on the Internet rather than in books. Now I’m back to reading books again, though most of those books are sci-fi books.
My mum made sure we started going to a library from a young age on. With young, I mean really young; our first trip to the library would come at age three or four, right before we learnt to read. I used to be an avid reader, my younger brother was not. I remember my bedtime routine. Me and my brother went to bed at the same time every evening, some time around half past seven. My brother was talked and rocked to sleep by my mum while I got my book out to read for an hour. I can’t remember how many books I read, probably about one per week.
Then, when I was growing up, my interest in the written word moved from reading to writing. I’m sure at one point in my life I wrote more than I read. As a matter of fact, I hardly read anything. Later when the Internet was unlimited available to me, I started to read more again, on the Internet rather than in books. Now I’m back to reading books again, though most of those books are sci-fi books.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Where I Work, Star Trekkie-ish
By the amount you here the words Data (data) and Q (queue) in my department, it gives a very Star Trekkie-...ish feel. It's almost like living in a Star Trek episode, especially the episode "Deja Q".
That gives me a very Deja Vu-ish feeling.
That gives me a very Deja Vu-ish feeling.
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