The Adventures of Ms Piglet Wildebeest

Globetrotters

2009-11-06T22:22:18Z

And we're off to Berlin in the morning.

Our London honeymoon was great. Nice hotel, though a bit too far outside the city center (and away from the embankment...) than we'd hoped. John Barrowman in a dress was cheesy, so yes... pretty much what we thought it would be. Got lost quite a few times (it's only my fourth time in London...) and Bus Service Security thought we were terrorists while we were geocaching. Oops.
Photos will be minimal though since some absolute disgusting arsehole(s) stole our backpack in Brussels South trainstation. It was all too ridiculous for words: one guy distracts me while the other takes off with our stuff, and I'm still reeling from it. I actually ran after him, the bastard. Still, it could have been so much worse. They got our camera, with our photos, some twenty pounds, some paperwork, a nice card from Madscot... but that's pretty much it (ok, a new book, reloadable batteries, an umbrella and Melisssa's favourite cap as well..). But no-one got hurt (sadly not even them) and we're both still here.
Still... that doesn't mean I don't wish them the most horrible diseases on their private parts. Horrible and painful, please.

Needless to say The Girlfriend (I'm sorry, "The Wife") bought herself a new camera for Berlin.

So here's hoping we come back in one piece, WITH lots of photos and WITH our camera still in our new backpack!

See you in a week.

Just married!

2009-10-27T18:01:39Z

Getting married is a blast, seriously! I'd say we should do it more often, but that kinda defies the purpose.

Some highlights:
- saying "I do" in front of so many friends and relatives. So many more than we expected would make it.
- Smooching ~~the Girlfriend~~ The Wife as wife and wife for the first time
- (and the second time)
- (and the third... yeah, you get the picture)
- Scotsmen coming over
- A faaaaabulous party with friends and colleagues, with minimal embarrassment.
- People who put so much time and effort in their presents (the poor plush snake filled with coins, the geocaches), getting a lovely lovely heartfelt letter from my witness, the surprise some friends had in store for us (Tom Lanoye! Someone pretending to be Neil Tennant and saying insulting things about the Pet Shop Boys!)
- The scrapbook made by our friends
- Our opening dance.... and fighting the tears as we danced it.
- Bursting into tears the day after when we read all the cards and messages we'd got.
Seriously, everyone, thank you so much.

Yay! Getting married is cool!

Some lows:
- running around organising stuff like a headless chicken
- the drunk 40-something cousins with lewd comments

Aaaah who cares. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. But only with the same woman though.

And now on to new adventures!

Iraq

2009-10-10T10:29:41Z

The situations of gays in Iraq.

Very very disturbing content, don't read it if you think you might not be up to it.
I'd urge all those idiots who say "why must you go on about it time and time again, everyone accepts it now, stop flaunting it" to read this.

Nobel

2009-10-09T15:51:38Z

Let's hope Obama doesn't start bombing nation after nation during his years as president, or the Nobel Prize Committee will be quite embarrassed. "Oops, sorry about that, world".

And still no mention of me, would you believe it?
Tsk.

Have some Rufus

Happy Birthday littlemoose

2009-09-26T09:31:39Z

For old times' sake. How "Wedding photo" can you get without them standing in front of a registrar?

Happy Birhtday!!

jamaisneutral @ 2009-09-23T22:57:00

2009-09-23T20:58:21Z

"Look at me, all hip and smiley"

Belgrade

2009-09-19T18:07:43Z

Sickening

Not even Eurovision solved this! How can it be?

Icon Glee (from Madscot)

2009-09-11T16:34:11Z

1. Reply to this post and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post including this info and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending circle of icon glee!

Tim Gunn. The only man who can gut someone without raising his voice or even being impolite. The man who -with just a raised eyebrow- can radiate so much disappointment and disapproval you shrink and feel guilty, even though it's nothing to do with you. And again, all that without being rude or unfair. This icon is just called "Tim Gunn" in my little dropdown menu, so I tend to forget that it features the rather snarky "Bitch please"... so I've used it inappropriately in the past. Ah well. It all adds to the fun.

A quote from Mister Stephen Fry. And true. (though I'm not one for trying a lot of new things, much to my big shame).

The amazingly snarky Doctor House. What's not to love, despite the American accent. I like to use this as my "let's get down to business"-icon... not as a "let's give you a rectal exam"-icon, in case that was what you were thinking...

Rufus Wainwright at the piano doing that thing he does with his head. Because Rufus is rather fantastic and I needed an icon of him. I hardly ever use it, but there you go.

Oh I loved the first seasons of Desperate Housewives. Bree Van De Kamp, always perfectly groomed in a perfectly clean house with the perfect Christian values while her world falls apart (her husband cheats on her because he wants to try S&M, her son is gay and her daughter is a slut). But still she finds time to bake cakes, host the perfect dinner parties and clean the house. Perfect Bree! She's so fabulous that when she decides to forgive her husband for his affair (because she has the perfect marriage and doesn't do divorce) and try S&M she puts the handcuffs in the washing machine first. No icky germs for Bree!

La Diva Barrowman exchanging gay banter on Never Mind the Buzzcocks. A tribute to Simon Amstell more than to La Barrowman, but still. The phrase "let's have a gay off" is fabulous.

And there you have it.

Signs autumn is approaching

2009-09-11T13:41:33Z

- the ironing basket getting fuller, with hoodies and jumpers
- Not having the "but it's way too hot to iron"-excuse anymore
- the kiddie-hankies making room for biiiiiiig hankies
- turning the heating on in the car once or twice already during cold morning rides to work
- pretending not to notice it's not completely light yet when you have to get up for work
- refusing to turn on your lights when you drive to work because it's not winter yet, damn it.
- not understanding why you suddenly have to turn on the lights when you want to read in the evening when you didn't have to do that a few weeks ago
- Eurovision seems so far away. Who won again?
- the pressing urge to buy new shoes
- the pressing need to pity oneself because you have a decent winter coat and a crappy summer jeansvest but absolutely nothing for autumn. Apart from that faux-leather-plastic Buffy-coat you've been wearing now and again for eight years....
- you really want a sexy leather vest
- you already broke your umbrella the first time you used it so now you'll have to buy a new one
- you can't decide what to wear because it's either too hot or too cold
- not putting your sandals away yet to have them nearby for those rare warm days (Monday!)
- The Girlfriend taking advantage of a slight (slight!) dip in temperature to proudly put on her thickest winter jumper
- The gigantic scary enormous hairy MONSTERS that pop up on the walls
- (spiders, yes)
- knowing you'll soon be replacing the poofy sneakersocks with regular socks
- the growing need for snuggles. And blankets. And candles.
- Quietly and nerdily looking forward to the new television season (and just in time, because you've finished watching all the seasons of The Closer)
- Consoling yourself with the fact that the days will get longer again soon. At Christmas. Which is relatively soon.

Love the Irish

2009-09-06T00:15:30Z

Help! (we need somebody)

2009-09-01T17:48:40Z

I don't suppose anyone could recommend a romantic hotel in London for our honeymoon?

Anyone?

Lewd music

2009-08-17T16:32:37Z

DJ beaten up for playing the Pet Shop Boys

A fate *our* wedding DJ awaits if he *doesn't* play the Pet Shop Boys.
Obviously.

More on Lisbon

2009-08-11T19:03:42Z

This is what constitutes a "full report" in this household. Hehe:

Lisbon is a popular destination for The Gays. Less so for The Lesbians, but The Girlfriend and I did our best to uphold the Dyke Presence. We started by asking for a double room (we'd booked one after all), instead of the twin room they'd given us at the hotel. A word of advice, if a lesbian or gay couple can check into a hotel without the receptionist double-checking if they're sure they really really do want a double room, it's not because they've got a great gaydar. It's because they've assumed you were straight and have given you a twin. The Receptionist's English wasn't 100% so I made myself clear by saying "we've got two beds in our room and we only want one!". Ahem.
All was not lost though, because when I brought back the key to the twin room to the reception the other receptionist (female, tiny, curls) winked at me.
Score!

We saw palm trees. Yay!

The Portuguese drink something called SuperBock. I think that's a hilarious name.

The plane didn't crash. Did I mention that before? I think it deserves a second mention: it didn't crash. No crashing at all! None! I credit our female pilot with that. Thank you, Mrs Female Pilot, for keeping us safe.

Lisbon is a beautiful city, but also a very poor city. Especially the part where we were staying (the old lower part of the city). We felt like heathens for preferring the Parque de Naçaos (a modern part of town by the Tagus river) over the "authentic" Lisbon.

The Portuguese do weird things to fish. They rip it up and then smother it in scrambled eggs. I mean... What the hell? All I wanted was a piece of codfish and I got... something eggy and weird instead. Then again they probably think I'm weird for just wanting a piece of codfish.

I was either asked if I wanted to buy pot or if I was selling. The man coming up to me didn't exactly make himself clear. Me, I just held on to my bag and started walking a bit faster.

All in all, a very nice experience.
All the photos have now been uploaded to The Girlfriend's Flickr. She really held back in her posting of the Oceanario. I think she took about 400 of the 800 photos there.

Holiday snaps!

2009-08-08T20:12:09Z

The Girlfriend uploaded day one of Lisbon on her flickr site:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/weetniet/sets/72157621855507697/

(day 2, 3 and 4 to follow after the Girlfriend shifts through her meagre 824 photos)

Alive!

2009-08-07T23:55:40Z

We made it!
We're alive!
We're sunburnt!
We didn't think Lisbon would be so bloody hot. And blinding sun and everything. And our poor Belgian skin ... easy to spot a tourist in Lisbon: they're the ones wearing shorts and tops (when the natives are wearing jeans and vests) and burnt to a crisp.

Photos and stuff to follow. Probably. I think.

overpacking

2009-08-03T19:29:45Z

The Girlfriend and I are masters (masters!) in the art of overpacking. Five days in Lisbon (ok, four and a half)? We've got enough with us to last two weeks! Well... we don't have enough underwear for two weeks, but apart from that, we're all set! We packed trousers, an umbrella, plastic raincoat thingies (well, you never know!), our bikinis, a towel (yes, a towel, in case we make a little trip to the beach and the hotel towels are too tiny), t-shirts, tops, skirts, shorts, and the list goes on and on... I think we could dress a small orphanage while we're at it. Then there's the two tubes of toothpaste (hers and mine), our two brands of shampoo (hers and mine) and the multitude of battery chargers, books and other assorted crap we absolutely cannot do without.

I've not been on a plane in seven years and I'm scared. Yep. Anyone have any valium?

Goodbye internetsssss, I'll see you back on Saturday (I hope)

Coming out of the closet

2009-08-01T11:42:01Z

For a few months now The Girlfriend and I have been traipsing the countryside and woods looking for GPS coordinates and -mostly- tupperware boxes filled with crap and a notebook. We've even got tools that we drag around with us: a notebook of our own, a walking GPS, tweezers, a torchlight, a mirror, walking shoes, etc. It's all quite scary. We've become Geocachers. Score so far: some 19 "caches found", about as many mosquito bites and a pressing desire for a dog (mostly on The Girlfriend's part).

Next week we're taking a four-day trip to Lisbon (yes, we'll take geocaching coordinates with us). Leaving Tuesday morning at 6.30am (my god I hope that pilot is more of a morning person than I am) and we get back the Friday around 11.30pm. Never been to Lisbon, as a matter of fact I've not been anyplace "warm" on holiday since I was 11. England and the North of France aren't exactly known for their nice weather are they. I hope we don't melt. I hope Lisbon is nice to a pair of lesbians in shorts/a skirt. I hope I find something to eat there. Above all I hope the plane doesn't crash. Did I mention I'm scared on planes? I'm a control freak, I don't trust anyone, especially not a big hunk of metal at an unnatural distance from the ground.
Brrrrr.

Right, off for another GPS treasure hunt!
All together now: Val-deri,Val-dera, Val-deri, Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Val-deri, Val-dera. My knapsack on my back!

Rusty, you're a tosser

2009-07-24T16:38:32Z

Below a piece of an interview AfterElton did with RT Davies:

AE: So Ianto died in order for Jack to make that final decision about his grandson. To be so damaged he could do something so awful?
RTD: Yeah, that's what it took. I know because it’s a great story. What a fantastic story.

Yes, so utterly great, so immensely fantastic... you tosser. Sadism is more like it. Or like madscot put it: RTD being tired of his toys and throwing them in the bin so no-one else can play.
Wanker.

Pet Shop Boys

2009-07-21T19:55:45Z

Saw the Pet Shop Boys on Saturday.

They were brilliant.

I'm officially obsessed (again).
I've even been thinking about Neil/Chris RPS.
I've been seriously contemplating the "if what why when" of their (professional) relationship.
I might need professional help.

More photos at The Girlfriend's Flickr

Wedding bells

2009-07-15T14:58:52Z

Getting married, ladies and gentlemen, is fucking hard work.

First our caterer for Saturday dumps us. Us?! Just like that! The wanker! (We found someone else though, after some serious stressing. Ha!)
Then the caterer we'd decided on for Friday seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. Doesn't respond to emails and the number on his website is out of order.

Seriously, it's as if these guys don't want to help two überhot lesbians on their wedding day.

We do have wedding rings after being judged from head to toe by a snooty jeweller's assistant (20-something girl, with her fashionable blue shirt tucked in her skintight white jeans, staring down her nose at us: sandals, shorts/skirt and sleeveless tops) - thankfully her colleague was a lot more down to earth and friendly.
In a big shocker the jeweller told us we were "early" for our rings.
Go us!
Of course then my colleague tells me "of course, rings are usually the last thing people have to look for"...

Still to do: find something to wear (note to self: go shopping with my witness, despite how much she'll make me try on. Drag ~~The Girlfriend~~ The Fiancee along with us, or she'll get married in whatever's not in the laundry that day), get a caterer for the bloody stupid family-thing, try to find out if the rumours about brother-in-laws bankrupcy are true (we're planning to have our reception in his pub, so he'd better still be open), sort out the invitations, beg for certain people's co-operation for the party, sign the contract for the party venue (been lying on my desk for weeks now) and *officially* declare our wedding at city hall.
Oh, and about a million other things.

Still fun though, this getting married business.

trailer

2009-07-04T23:04:18Z

Just back from the cinema after seeing Ice Age 3 (meh... don't see it if you're not in the company of an 8-year-old). They showed a trailer for "Half-Blood Prince"... It'll be showing less than two weeks from now. To be honest, I'd completely forgotten.
The film will probably be crap, but my god... there were a few shots of Severus Snape and I was jumping up and down in excitement.
Alan Rickman ... that man does things to lesbians. What a talent eh!

There were some gigantic posters hanging in the lobby of the cinema, including the one of Severus above. The Girlfriend stopped me from taking a photo with my brand-new phone (oh yes, I -accidentally- stuck the old one in the washing machine today... it died on me, unsurprisingly, but at least it smells of fabric softener) claiming it would be "embarrassing". Embarrassing? No, embarrassing will be when I stalk the cinema people for a poster of my own!

Stonewalling

2009-06-26T16:41:22Z

The Colbert Report

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Wedding

2009-06-22T18:19:49Z

We're not planners, the Girlfriend and I.
Well, let me rephrase that, I am a planner, but I need a bit of time to panic and flail beforehand. The Girlfriend is very much "go with the flow".
Still, today was the first time we managed to sit down as calm, intelligent adults and do some planning and decision-making for the wedding (only *gulp* four months away tomorrow) without (nearly or totally) getting into an argument.

I'm calling it progress!

Now don't get me wrong, I love this woman and she loves me and there's no doubt in my mind that I want to marry her. It's only I sometimes wish we could elope and be done with it! Worrying about money, stressing it won't be "good enough" and meddling family members form an explosive cocktail that leads to short tempered Piglet, hence the (near-)arguments.
But no more. It's *our* wedding and we'll do what we damned well please. Now can I start looking forward to it?

Obama

2009-06-12T14:49:14Z

No, he can't.

At least you expect this kind of stuff from a Republican, but when it's a Democrat hailed as "the bringer of change" and god knows what else...well, it makes it all the more infuriating.

Oh boy

2009-06-08T05:40:44Z

So with the European parliament trickling full of nationalistic Europhobes (I'm linking to the UK but I might as well link to any other European country), the Flemish one filling with Flemish Belgophobes and the Walloon one filling with a corrupt party..... how will things fare the coming years.

Hmz.
Allow me to be slightly sceptical.

And Belgium is EU President in July 2010? Let's hope we still have a federal government by then!