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Originally posted by Lester Zombie:

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Originally posted by Wanderer:
so i probably lost some points because of my feeble attempts at speeking proper French

David, I'm somewhat amused at the idea of a Belgian whose English is better than his French. How does that happen?

Well... while the country is theoreticly bilingual (or actually trilingual, but nobody cares about german); here in the middle of west flanders nobody speaks french. It's all dutch (or our own corky dialect variant) and no french speakers stop here on their way to the coastline. English media is also a lot more popular than french media here, so even as a kid i've been way more exposed to english than to french.

The only serious bilingual belgians are in brussels and in the areas arround the language border. And most of the people arround the language border are to stubborn to speak their second language anyway (there are some major issues about that). When you're in the middle of flanders or wallonia, you only know the language of the area and that's it.

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nobody cares about german)

Ich sorge uber Deutsch.

But thanks for the explanation. I understand now.

I meant... no belgians, excpet for the few thousand people in the very eastern bit that we got from germany after one of the world wars, care about speaking german. I had a very small amount of german in school, but all in all i remember maybe three coherent phrases from it.

Upon spying a plastic bag on my friend's desk:
"You only broke up with your girlfriend six hours ago and you're already shopping at Hot Topic? My God, it's worse than I feared."

"I had to get the Insane Clown Posse album I didn't already have."

"Man, you have some profoundly fucked up coping strategies."

Ah, I didn't know that Belgium sucked in a bit of Germany. I would guess that it was after WWI when the winners were madly giving away bits of failed empires. France got Alsace, Poland was reborn, The Balkans became the birthplace for the mess of the 90's.

Sorry, sometimes the history geek pops out.

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I personally only collect pictures of the vilest and most disgusting bathroom I find.

Heh, I try not to remember those- Nor the vile places I fell asleep in or woke up in- Tho, I do have fond memory when I found otu about anti-bactrial wipes- Tho, I honestly think those where more of a bluff than anything else-


Work was odd, my boss would not let me go- She wanted me to stay not matter what the cost- I also talked to her about going on call after the summer cause I can get a better job with better pay- She didn't seem to pissed with me- Perhaps, she was in a good mood due to lack of oxygen-

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Originally posted by Lester Zombie:
Ah, I didn't know that Belgium sucked in a bit of Germany. I would guess that it was after WWI when the winners were madly giving away bits of failed empires. France got Alsace, Poland was reborn, The Balkans became the birthplace for the mess of the 90's.

Sorry, sometimes the history geek pops out.

"Belgium: The Conglomerate Country."

"Belgium: Preventing the Dutch invading France, Germany invading England, but not preventing everyone invading Us."

"Belgium: Home of the Borinage, which sent Van Gogh insane!"

"Belgium: We've got beer! And chocolate! And chips!"

And, on a related note:

"Luxembourg: Belgium's bitch."

Neutral Moresnet and Amikejo.

Wow, it's been a whirlwind of crap around SW Va of late. You got the Tech massacre and all the fallout from that. We've had abnormally fierce winds blowing down powerlines and whatnot.

I'm one of the victims of those winds and my apartment is without power. Which means also without water. I said screw it and have gotten a hotel room in Roanoke, so I don't have to commute. Of course, I was lucky to get a room as there are tons of media coming in and having a feeding frenzy on the crazed post-massacre coverage.

1. Got an intriguing headhunting message

2. Suzie came home with a web development project for me: I was sleepy when I started but got intrigued and just finished making it pretty at 1:30 am

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Blasted around a track today in a flock of nearly destroyed Caprices sporting ramming plates, slabs of armor bolted around the sides, and no mufflers on most of the cars. PITting, counter-PITting, lane blocking, precision maneuvering, a little ramming, a lot of spinning out. Managed to rattle an opponent's car so badly in counter-pitting that he lost his serpentine belt, killing his power steering and cooling, quickly resulting in him losing control and then losing half his coolant on the side of the track.

A true Mad Max day.

And none of my friends understood why i wanted to be a cop.

The boss at the new job I hate had the kid next to me go over a monitoring report on a call I had taken and done poorly on. He asked what I thought about the report and I mentioned that I didn't care about it one way or another. He asked if I understood that it affected the raise I would get next year if I did poorly on them and asked if I was planning on being there a year.

I said not really.

Why can't I ever just say the thing they want to hear? Next thing is a monthly review where they assign ME goals and expect me to sign the damn thing.

I don't sign things either.

I need a gig that is physical and lets me get out some aggression, any suggestions?

Physical aggression, refusing to conform at all to supervisors' expectations, no signing anything... hmmm, have you considered armed robbery?

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1. Got an intriguing headhunting message

my sleepy head read headhunting massage

I usually buy potato chips and other questionable items for snack food around the house- This time I bought a crap load of salsa,torillia chips, pita chips of various flavors and other good and good for you things- I have lost a pant size- I'm stoked-

Got up in the morning aching all over. Emailed in sick and slept on-and-off until five in the evening. Struggled out of bed to post on the WGB.*

_{* Not really. I'm feeling much better now.}

Get better soon, my friend. Maybe coffee and bacon for breakfast would snap you out of it.

And some eggs if you can handle that along with the bacon.

I've tried eating eggs, but frankly, the whole crunchy on the outside, soupy on the inside thing doesn't work for me.

The ones that are all downy and bony on the inside are even worse.

Your paleontologist loves you, Split.

Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays.