Thursday, July 31, 2008


I know, I haven't been here much.

I have been waiting for Snapecast to put out their Snapefest podcast. Is there not going to be one? Did I somehow miss it? Am I obsessive?


Soon we'll be off on our travels, hopefully there shall be some blogging from there.

The rest is really not worth mentioning.

Sunday, July 27, 2008


I'm a pretty loyal Meet the Press viewer, and this week they are in London with Barack Obama.
For the first time in a while I watched Obama and was consistently impressed. He answered everything just right, on his own terms, like he'd spent all those years reading George Lakoff's Don't think of an elephant. This is exciting. Watch the netcast if you can. It's worth it.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Too long

I am watching David Cameron, leader of the British Conservatives, on the CNN, and he sounds sensible and moderate to me. I have obviously spent too much time listening to the crazies. Or maybe it's just that he is British, and I fall for his well-educated, RP, charming, smart puppy tactics. Well, I don't really fall for it. The very vagueness of him is disconcerting, and I can see the Thatcher in him, though he hides it well. But I definitely need a political reality check.

Friday, July 18, 2008


I need something useful to do with my brain. Any suggestions? Feeding to zombies is not a valid option.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The state of the nation

"It's clear to me that England is becoming more Satanic in nature every day, and the people who work for the BBC must take some responsibility for that."

You know, that is almost as funny as the quote about people being in hell eating pineapple. (The comment is a propos this story about BDSM and Max Mosley. Personally, I am far more disturbed by Max Mosley (or, say, Mark Thatcher) than by BDSM.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


So for the last month or so, I have been mostly insomniac. There are all sorts of circumstantial and psychological reasons for this. I have never been particularly prone to insomnia, though I have bouts of it; nothing that couldn't be helped by a glass of wine or some valerian. I can recall only one other period of a week or two when I slept 5-6 hours a night (I need 8), but I was in college, there were good reasons for it, and it ended after that. Anyway, I don't really want to talk about that. The peculiar thing is that now, on 3-5 hours of sleep on week nights, there is absolutely no way to predict how I will feel and function. Some days I'm afraid to drive because I am so dazed; but strangely enough I function pretty well physically, and am not particularly sleepy. Instead, I am just...odd. More error-prone. Slower. A little more easily annoyed. It's disconcerting, like being a different person.

In other news, that idiot prime minister of ours (and I mean of Belgium) has offered his resignation, spawning yet another political deadlock. It never ceases to baffle me how my countrymen will squabble like old ladies over electoral districts and devolved government. It annoys me immensely, because there is no actual reason, no good reason for all this nonsense. The Walloons are decent people, the Flemish are by and large acceptable, so what's the problem? Really. Sadly, the tomfoolery is mostly with the Flemish. I love my home country, but I swear, if they break it into two miniscule states, they can keep their idiot Flemish republic (or worse still - their union with the Netherlands *shuddder*). I become eligible for US citizenship in a year, and if need be, I'm sure I can swing citizenship for at least one other EU state. Or the Walloons can have me, if they want; just as long as they don't join France.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Frenchies, food, 'allo 'allo and other foolishness

I am full of French food, as befits one on Bastille Day. Moules frites, my friends, which really is Belgian rather than French, but I am happy to celebrate the French Revolution with it, happy to celebrate every single snooty, obnoxious French person with it, and every nice, congenial one too, because there are very many nice French people.

Consdering all the wine I had, I will also celebrate the third season of The Wire, and the fact that it has Aidan Gillen, because Aidan Gillen goes well with alcohol. I heart Aidan Gillen; for being wonderful and unabashed in the original, entirely uncompromising Queer as Folk while being, in real life, a responsible, soft-spoken father and heterosexual. He is a backstabbing politician in The Wire, and while he is not very convincing as a Baltimoron, he is certainly all about the sexy backstabbing. I keep vaguely expecting him to seduce Burrell. Which I guess he won't, though what with all the gratuitous sex in The Wire, one never knows.

Monday, July 14, 2008

A desire for the unnecessary

When I was seventeen, all I wanted from life was good looks, good literature and dandy clothing (cufflinks, canes, some good hats, silk stockings, lace-up boots, gloves, all that). I got plenty of literature. One out of three is not bad when you're seventeen.

I still kind of want dandy clothes. On my trip back last weekend I bought Vogue, my surreal eye candy of choice. I left it lying around, and this morning the following conversation happened:
Spouse: I read the article about the new art director (or whatever) of this Spanish fashion house. I didn't get it, and I didn't recognise any of the names of the designers.
TDEC: *laughs* You mean you actually read an article in Vogue? Why?
Spouse: ...
TDEC: It's a bit like reading articles in Playboy - they're there, but really, it's all about the pictures.

Well, one has to love a straight man who is not afraid to read Vogue, even on an experimental basis. I do love Vogue; about once every two or three months. This month it had Nicole Kidman in wizard sleeves (buttons! lots of teeny little buttons!) and I had to put it down. It was too much; not fair really. Maybe fashion really is women's porn.

One of the joys of being a grown-up female is assembling a Wardrobe. There is real pleasure in having clothes which are special, and reserved for Occasions. Yet one still desires riding boots (I'm too short & poor for riding boots), boxer boots (too short) and Louboutin ankle boots (too poor). And more gloves, though I own some lovely, lovely leather ones. And something with wizard sleeves, damn, how hard can it be? At times like these I miss my pretentious bourgeouis hometown which has all these things available (at a premium). Then I come to my senses, thank the good gods for my good fortune, and rejoice at not being there.

Friday, July 11, 2008


Yes, more dentistry.

Otherwise...a little like this:

Thursday, July 10, 2008


It has been a long time. In fact, it has been a longer time than it needed to be. When I finally made it back to sanity, I was burned out on people, technology, putting on a social face and generally on anything that wasn't sleeping, quality time with the Spouse, or quality alone time. I am still a bit burned weary of it all. I did my duty, and some above and beyond as well. I didn't exactly sleep. It was kind of a rough time; in some ways it still is. Not all of it, or even most of that, was because of my employer; but it is making me think about some of the things going on in my life right now.

Here's the thing: I have an idea that decisions about the future will get made without my having anything but a consulting role in it; it is almost a relief. Part of me feels worthless and undecided.

Can you visualise the future? That is the question then. Can I?

And yes, I survived the crocodiles...