Ice cream & the Lawnmower Man

Half a liter of Italian ice cream (why don’t men like ice cream as much as women do?) and Bullets over Broadway. I should have known better than to get a film with the Cusack bloke. I didn’t think it was funny. Perhaps it’s a film to see in the cinema, not in the comfort of your home where there is a COMPUTER handy. I think I prefer Woody Allen films that he acts in himself.

I will miss that ice cream parlour when I move to Amsterdam. It is, without doubt, the best Italian ice cream I have ever had. They have all the regular flavours and quite a few irregular ones like ‘apple pie’ and ‘lemon cake’ and ‘stroopwafels’ (which will only make sense to Dutch people). I told them how good they were. The girl was very friendly, jolly even- it makes all the difference. Half a liter is way too much, of course, my tongue was frozen through and I couldn’t taste anything halfway through it.

Just sat through Sling Blade, absolutely captivated. Billy Bob Thornton is mesmerizing as a character I’d probably avoid like the plague if I met him in the street. You know what’s going to happen… but that doesn’t matter – you’re caught in the rhythm of the film. Dwight Yoakam might just be the first musician who can act. I’d like to see more of these kind of little gems.

Video rental

Relax and chill out weekend. I think. Will not make web pages. Will not waste time on line.

Got 4 films from the video rental. Boogie Nights, L.A. Confidential, Bullets over Broadway and Slingblade. Watched Boogie Nights. Thought it would be funnier, but I found it dark and depressing. Not in a bad way either. Amazing film to come out of Hollywood. I wonder why Burt Reynolds didn’t want to have anything to do with it anymore.

L.A. Confidential isn’t as good as I thought it would be – it’s kind of a worn out genre, perhaps. Kevin Spacey is fab though. My kind of guy, anyway.

Well, I started jotting down stuff during Boogie Nights. Then I realised my problem is that I *cannot* sit on couch and do nothing. Had to force myself to watch those films instead of work on computer. Work – work – work. Am silly runt.
Anyway, after the film, before I knew it I was up to my neck in my new project which is nicely coming together. Now all I need is content. So… any readers who want to write a little piece about music, contact me for details.

The flat mates are planning a house meeting on Tuesday. I honestly cannot be arsed.

Working girl

Have made progress on the new project. Asked two colleagues who both seemed willing. Got some response on line. No idea what it should look like yet.

Feel sick. Came home to get bollocking from flatmate about cleaning. Said nothing. Wish they’d leave me in peace.

Re-reading this week: Breakfast on Pluto and Bridget Jones’s Diary (for a laff).

Have meeting with job agency on Saturday to find some work to get through November I have an 11-month contract with VARA, have to leave for a month and then come back. That’s called freelance over here.

I could take the month off, but need $$ so filled in a form on an online job bank. Turns out they’re a ‘real’ job agency and I have to drop in for a talk and to fill in more forms. How annoying.

Dad & Stepmum are off to USA. Lucky bastards. Living the life of bleedin’ Reilly, they are. Though why they would want to see Salt Lake City beats the hell outa me.

Toys

www.xxxx.xxx
I’m like a kid waiting for Christmas… waiting for my new toy, the domain. It was approved by Internic just a little while ago and now I just have to wait for their database to be updated again… sometime tomorrow I suppose. I can’t believe I’m getting myself into this – yet another mouth to feed… a hungry little directory waiting for me to stick files in it.

We’re getting a digital camera at work. Yaaaaay! Soon I’ll be snapping away without having to pay for developing and printing.

I’m watching ‘Two Fat Ladies’ on BBC, a cookery programme. The two old girls are fab. :) ‘Bloody Brussels,’ they mutter, talking about the E.C. regulations for the export of ducks’ eggs. All their recipes are full of lard and butter and their mouthes full of marbles. Delish. ‘Such an unappreciated fish, the haddock, you know… it repays you so kindly when you pay it a little affection.’

Decided to e-mail the estate agent to find out what the story is on the berloody house.

Bittersweets

Work was hectic today with the start of the new tv/radio season. I worked double speed & we got it all done just before the deadline. Then spent more time debugging after the deadline.

I finally thought of an interesting project to do on line. Something that does not involve me tributing other talent.
It will be something like bittersweets.org or sothere.org – and I am going to need YOUR help. If you think you can write a small piece on a given subject related to music, please drop me a line and I’ll give you the general idea of the site.

I toyed with the idea of getting a domain name for the project, but having had a few too many last night I couldn’t think of anything that hadn’t been already taken so I ended up registering my ‘secret’ IRC nick as a domain name. It kind of describes what I want to be. It’s a lot cooler than vonb.org anyway. Anyway, there goes another 70 dollars Internic fee. Just when I thought I’d start cutting down on expenses. I am the original moneyspending mad woman.

Talked language with a friend over dinner and also made a point of convincing him I’m a mediocre web designer. Why do I go through the trouble of selling myself short?

Interesting e-mail… apparently there are reliable Irishmen around, but they live in Canada. And someone actually read ‘Flat’!

Ahead of things

Cable
It’s good to be ahead of things. I caught the estate agent off guard this morning – and it makes me feel more confident in a ‘I know something you don’t know’ way.

I’ve been checking out cable internet in Amsterdam – one of my colleagues recently got it and says it is ace which is good to hear because I heard otherwise earlier. Surfing within the Netherlands is very fast, outside this country not all that fast but still better than dial-in.

It costs 500 guilders to get it set up – including ethernet card and modem, and then 90 a month. The Utrecht cable company will be offering it for 50 a month, so I hope A2000 will take note and lower their prices.

Books
I’ve started in Carn, Patrick McCabe’s first novel and am reading his children’s book The Adventures of Shay Mouse on the side.
I’m only a few pages into Carn but it’s structure seems fairly similar to his later books. The subject matter is similar too – different people’s lives entwining, with the IRA violence in the background. It’s the language that is different, less humourous, less flowerly, less bedtime story. It might make me appreciate McCabe more. I often wonder what his own story is. How much of himself is there in the characters he invents?

Violence

The ‘real’ IRA.

‘We’re the *real* IRA, we’re better at killing and maiming and murdering than you ever were! None of that pussyfooting around. We don’t believe in that silly thing called peace. Peace is for girlies.’

28 dead in the streets of Omagh. A baby dead in its mother’s womb. The ‘real’ tragedy.

I’m now reading:
Carn – Patrick McCabe

On the stereo:
Tom Jones – Greatest Hits

Ahead of things

Cable
It’s good to be ahead of things. I caught the estate agent off guard this morning – and it makes me feel more confident in a ‘I know something you don’t know’ way.

I’ve been checking out cable internet in Amsterdam – one of my colleagues recently got it and says it is ace which is good to hear because I heard otherwise earlier. Surfing within the Netherlands is very fast, outside this country not all that fast but still better than dial-in.

It costs 500 guilders to get it set up – including ethernet card and modem, and then 90 a month. The Utrecht cable company will be offering it for 50 a month, so I hope A2000 will take note and lower their prices.

Books
I’ve started in Carn, Patrick McCabe’s first novel and am reading his children’s book The Adventures of Shay Mouse on the side. I’m only a few pages into Carn but it’s structure seems fairly similar to his later books. The subject matter is similar too – different people’s lives entwining, with the IRA violence in the background. It’s the language that is different, less humourous, less flowerly, less bedtime story. It might make me appreciate McCabe more. I often wonder what his own story is. How much of himself is there in the characters he invents?