Just out of curiosity;
when did crazy become retarded become mentally retarded become mentally disabled become mentally challenged? That sounds to me as if language and political correctness conspire on a level where they automatically assume there’s a higher force demanding challenge of some sort on people. And if retarded is not a correct term to indicate a mentally challenged person, does that mean that the word retarded has been freed? That we can use it without being incorrect since it doesnt indicate anything or anyone anymore?

I would also like to have one of those "NO, NO" stickers, you know the kind you put on your mailbox to state you’re not interested in any form of newspaper r advertisement. Make mine " NO, NO, NO " tho, i don’t want any mail. Just walk up to me in the street and say: hey mister, you need to do your yearly car check up." or " hello, i’m taxman, you owe us 8000 euro". True, that would be awkward at first, but it sounds kind of cute. And then we would start to all like the same colors as well, and the same food and the same everything. Just imagine, some sort of emotional aesthetic communism. Not boring at all, as a matter of fact, never a dull moment.

And if we don’t do any mail at al ever again, lets just not write anything too. So that spacetravellers from the future will pinpoint today as the day human civilazation ended. Why wait till 2012? Or even better, they believe it was 2012, and then together with the miscalculation of the birth of jesus we get them all confused. But this will all only work if we’re in it together. So 7 billion readers of my blog; hop to it!

Ah well, I can only hope that on the night of december 11th, 2012, one person will walk up to me and say: "Hey man, before we all go to shit, there’s something you should know…."

so i used the wiggly eyes and right after i lost them. Great. It might not sound like alot, but i like my eyes. Workin on some leader for TMF now, and i do need eyes for that too. ah well. Today i got this retarded email from the travel agency, spamming me with "useful" tips before i go on a holiday.one of the tips being to not forget my books and if i don’t have them, i can buy them here and hereand here and probably here too.(don’t try clicking on those, it won’t work). right. However, way more disturbing i found the way they adressed me;"it’s almost that time! you are gonna go on your well deserved holiday!" First of all, i’d like to do my own time management, "almost time" today seemed like forever, and i still have a while before i’m actually airborne. second, who told them i was going on a holiday? i was planning to write it all off on taxman, claiming to do exotic scientific research in the jungle of costa rica. We all know how it secretly borders with venezuela, so….. But what struck me most is the assumption that it was well deserved. I know, you know, that assumption is the mother of all fuck ups. Just tell me dear travel agency what did i do to deserve this? For all you know i could be a crack junkie that just raped and killed a 79 year old woman and took her cash to take the trip.So dear travel agency i hope now you know too.  I also noticed that, even tho i’m a huge fan of traveling to the other side of the world to sleep in till very late and then watch a movie on your ipod simply because why not, the advertising stress is more geared towards it as well. drrr.. that  sounds like i’ve been sleeping in a coffin for the last 4 years i realize, but i mean well. meaning, that (and you have to say this in a very neutral spy like tone) i understand. or something to that extend.(is that how you write that?) Well, to cut this total garbage rambling short, if anyone knows where my wiggly eyes are, let me know.

Oh and if you can tell some of the very big insects to sort of snap out of their being very big insect-ness, that would be cool too.