Chestawfield.

Indrodadels!

So here I am, sitting in good ol’ Chesterfield seat, doin’ nothing. There’s this headache frustrating the hell out of me. It’s been there since Friday, what a coincidence, the same day I went to church. (No, I didn’t become religious, I just like to look this way) Anyway, there was a little market with all sorts of things and I went there with the parents and right before us a few Muslim ladies covered in them beautiful dresses. Yes, I do think it looks nice and it’s even more beautiful if some men from another religion open their borders and just say hi and talk. I don’t see it happening  from the other side though.  As I walked into the church, I see some people out mah hood. And it was real tight, I mean like, it’s hard to walk when all kinds of old people try to walk a little road as well.(Meanhile I was tired and just wanted to grab a beer and relax.. though I still needed to walk my dog)

But at that same little church I gotz mahzelf two books.  One specific about the colour red and how it’s used in photo’s, paintings, drawing etc.  the other one was about..

Colours as well!  It has information about the whole RGB/CMYK/PMS-thing, contrasts, things like nice ‘how rain can be an good influence to a picture’. It’s real nice, I gotta lotta colour/graphic/art-books. I really like it.  And I, as a musicfreak, looked through the cd’s(after waiting for a couple of twirling dead bodies) and bought a CD of Fleetwood Mac. And played that CD  and …obviously it was in the wrong era of Fleetwood Mac, but my parents liked it so I gave it to them.  Yes I can be a nice person some time, doesn’t it make you sick?

So I turned off the album and listened to Jerry Lee Lewis and played bored boardgames til late with my parents. I was cranky as hell since we went home in the pouring rain and I was tired. Next night I went out with some friends including someone I would like to give a shoutout to cause I´m happy I sortof got to know her better. Sometimes I just get a good feeling that I know some people and this is one ‘o them times. So yeah, for a couple of hours we had fun.

Now I’m wondering, why do I like the TV-series ‘House M.D.’ and `Dexter´ so much?

Is it because I

1.       Just simply like the combination of sarcasm/handling a situation in a different kind of way than I’m used to in real life?

2.       Is it that I just like to see someone suffer every once in a while.(Joke, you should see this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ej8-Rqo-VT4 )  

3.       Or does it just soften my ‘Ergernis’ of the day?

Or maybe all of the above?

Well, I’ll be on the screen tomorrow (for the Dutch readers, NL3 tomorrow round 9’0 clock)

So yeah this is a short Ergernis and now I’m off to bed.

Oh, and FUCK opinions [/hypocrite]