Tuesday has come and almost gone. Time flies when you're making flies. Have you seen The Fly? You shouldn't be doing that. It ain't right.

So anyway. Not much happened today. Cafer overslept so I wandered around on my own at work and made video clips. I made a big one that I call Le Tour du Barn. Yes. Luckily for you I can't upload it. So I won't make you sit through it. I made it for my self though. All the places I have been in the past, I hardly remember them now. The people are ghostly shades. Little imprints. Sand castles washed away by the tide. Having video clips that detail the place and people will be nice. In 5 years when I'm sitting in front of the fireplace with Skye I will still be able to have a virtual walk around the barn. Movie files don't fade.

After Cafer arrived we went and bought vegetables at the bazar. The place we usually buy from has changed owners. So we buy from a different place now. No more freebies for me. Dang. I liked the old owner. And the place that has changed owners is also the place with the cd player that plays music loudly over the whole hall. You know, there are several stalls in the hall. All selling vegetables. Usually the music playing in the hall is some kind of Arabic thing. Very distinct, very different from MTV or VH1 or whathaveyou. But today, guess what was playing? 50 Cent. In da Club. Haha. Weird. All the stalls are owned by Arabic people. It just seems so out of place to have that song playing. Not that Arabic people shouldn't listen to 50 Cent. It's more... NOBODY should listen to 50 Cent. Especially not shopkeepers over 40-50 years old. You know? What's next, a bunch of teenagers take over the hall and throw a rave party and play Helmut Lotti?

Do you know Helmut Lotti? I pray you don't. He's like a Belgian Eros Ramazzotti, only bad and doing endless coversongs. Or something like that.

But today is December 9th and your advent prize is waiting for you. I pity the fool who don't click da candle. I do.

Whee, action-packed!

There was something else I wanted to say but now I have forgotten what it is that it is. Don't you hate when that happens? Oh well. I'm outta here. If you need me you can find me in da club.

U can find me in da Club bottles full of bub
Look mammi, I got the X if ya in to taking drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Finally a positive role model for Arabian shopkeepers.

np: nothing