Childhood is short, immaturity is forever

Eye to eye with a serial killer

The second play of this night. I read it  was about the mind of a serial killer. Ugh. I really have no interest in serial killers. I like my evil wild and metaphorical, thank you very much. Not depressing, sad and happening in the real world. I considered asking Jan if we could skip this one and go home early, get some sleep. I was pretty sleep deprived. It's not that I couldn't sleep through the night, I just had a hard time getting to bed in time. I was matching Jan's waking time and he'd just moved it up to 6:30 am. Harsh! I'd even resorted to putting a daily alarm on my phone to tell me when to turn the computer off. This will be relevant later.

As it turned out, the programme gave us little opportunity to leave and we weakly floated along with the stream of viewers from one hall to the next. We are very familiar with the Stuk halls by now, they're like old friends that look different everytime you see them. The Studio was set up for yet another intimate performance: a small space with two long rows of folding chairs on each side.

I noticed the guy sitting down by himself as we came in. He looked a bit off, but I thought it was the awkwardness of waiting for someone while sitting there all by yourself. But as more and more people sat down, he walked to the middle and started the play. I was disappointed. One actor? You have to be really good (read: Valentijn Dhaenens) to pull of a play-length monologue, and this one was about serial killers....


He started talking about his house. The front garden, the roses, the garden path. The way his parents would lean against the door. He was awkward and endearing, like a geek. I have a great big soft spot for geeks, with and without social skills. Being muscular and handsome didn't hurt, of course. I liked him. He made eyecontact with a lot of people, talked to them a bit, like we were the visitors to his house and he was being a gracious host. There was a definite creepy undertone, but at first it was muffled and easy to ingore: the fear didn't really set in.

But it crept up. Everything crept up. The handsomeness and attraction completely disappeared as you slowly realised there was something really wrong here. He started to describe the bodies of dead animals he would find in the garden, and what he would do with them. The description of the house would repeat, but would be slightly, jarringly different all the time. I found this particularly creepy. Like we, the audience, were a series of people all visiting the house in our own time, each hearing his these little well-travelled speeches and soulsearching, each never leaving this house again.

As you got more accustomed to the story, the little gestures, poses and looks would start to take the stage and almost tell the entire story of a twisted soul all by itself.  And, miraculously, in a 21st century made up of jaded people, fear and anxiety set in. You could hear it in the tense creaking of the fold up chairs, in the nervous adjustment of clothing.

I was going to embed this video here, but Livejournal and facebook don't work together so easily, so check it yourself: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10153450703750727

He would ask people if he could take pictures of them with a crappy polaroid camera. Some would shake their head, uncomfortably. Others would nod, no less uncomfortable, and look into the camera without smiling. He would wait for the polaroid to come out and would carefully put it into a little box, already quite stuffed with pictures. Each time he would say "So I have something to remember you by".

At this point I realised that we were not guests in his house. We were chained up in his basement and the intimate tone with he was using talking to us (like we were sipping tea on his couch) made sense only to him. Hence the questions: "Are you cold?" "Are you thirsty?" "You look confused. Are you puzzled?" "are you comfortable?"

He asked Jan to sit on the couch with him. Jan didn't say anything. The guy moved his hands to direct Jan's gaze towards certain points of his shirtless body. It was a small thing, but it made clear that the awkward geek was now in total control of the entire audience. A power transfer had taken place.

At this point, my own fear had become quite enjoyable and I immersed myself more in the experience to increase it. But I soon got more than I had expected as halfway through his singing a very creepy song my alarm went off. You remember, that alarm I had set to help me remember to go to sleep in time? Apparently it overrides Silent Mode.

He was hovering over me in a flash and... Well, every play I go to I'm mortified of this possibly happening. Except this time I wasn't embarassed because I made a cell phone go off in the middle of a tense play, I was scared to bits because I drew the attention of the serial killer! I shakingly turned my phone off and when he said "She ruined my song! She ruined my song..." I realised I was going to die.

The play continued, only now I was in it, physically and mentally. When I was asked a question, I discovered I couldn't talk anymore, only croak. I, too, posed for a picture and ended up in the box of polaroids to remember me by. I realised why no one smiled in the pictures.

Nudity happened, perfect body now no longer attractive in any way. The lights went off, which kept being followed by furious violent action we could only deduce by sound and unpleasant implications. When the light went out the last time, it was very quiet. No one dared to clap.

So, you know, serial killers? They're pretty damn interesting.
And monologues? Monologues are pretty damn good.
And phones? Well, you should always turn them off in the theatre, but I'm not so sad I forgot.

Stark is very sick
Stark lost  a kilo of weight and the doc said if we he didn't gain it we should get his blood tested.
We got the call from the vet today: Stark has cat-HIV/AIDS.

Tomorrow she'll let us know if she can get him into an experimental program in Gent that can stabilize aids and give cats a normal life expectancy or not. He's not eating very well, so we'll have to see what's possible.

me: it's aids /
 Marijke: yikes
7:16 PM isnt he vaccinated against that?
 me: no, only against the other std
  that's a light version of aids
7:18 PM Marijke: What did the vet say?
 me: the doc says there's an experimental program in gent that has good results
  that can stabilize aids and give him a normal life expectancy
  but he needs to qualify for that, so she'll try to arrange that tomorrow
7:19 PM if he does qualify, he'll have to be there for three weeks
7:20 PM Marijke: well if that gives him a longer life expectancy that sounds worth it. But not fun :(
  Cats with aids can live relatively normal life-spans too tho right?
7:21 PM me: yeah, it's depends on what phase they're in, which is really hard to tell
  but seeing how little he's eating, he's not in a good phase
7:22 PM Marijke: poor Stark :(
  I guess he got it from fighting other cats
 me: or sexing them :)
 Marijke: yeah, little difference with cats
7:23 PM me: but he's not in pain, and he has/is having/will have a wonderful time with us
7:24 PM Marijke: Good thing you got him tested tho
  Especially if they have a potential cure
7:25 PM me: yeah, very happy we did that
  but going to gent for three weeks with the little food he's eating now to be a test case there..
 Marijke: I wouldnt like to leave my cat in an unfamiliar place for 3 weeks... well, it depends on how they're treated there
 me: well, we'll see about that tomorrow, then the vet can let us know if he qualifies
7:26 PM yeah, and if there's a chance he'll die there alone!
 Marijke: yeah, a pretty difficult decision. What do they base qualifications on?
7:27 PM me: no clue
  also we don't know if we should let stark out now if he puts greyjoy at risk!
Marijke: Couldnt it be greyjoy who gave it to him in the first place? I guess there's more cats around there...
 me: yeah
  I guess we need to tell the neighbour soon
7:32 PM but then there's a chance stark won't get to go outside ever again
 Marijke: there's no vaccination against this type? Otherwise the neighbours could get their cats vaccinated
7:33 PM me: no, none
 Marijke: Does Stark still fight with Greyjoy?
7:34 PM me: not really, but we suspect they have sex at times
7:35 PM Marijke: maybe you can agree with the owner of greyjoy on times when he/she will keep greyjoy inside for a few hours?
  Or else you might be able to find a way to keep stark in your garden (tho that'll be tricky)
7:36 PM me: yeah
7:37 PM that's a good point

5 minutes
7:42 PM Marijke: Well, as Richard points out, if Stark does get approved, first go there and take a look at the place
7:43 PM So you'll know where he is
7:45 PM me: yeah
  and they will probably tell us quickly if it's not going well, etc. etc.
  but we'll see tomorrow

Cast-iron skillets (aka gietijzeren pannen)
Does anyone have experience with cast-iron skillets? I thought they would be so cool, I could fry stuff in them and put it under the grill to finish, make cool pancakes and lots of fun stuff. But whenever I put it on the (old electric) stove, the thing starts fuming and producing huge amounts of smoke. That before I even put anything in it! When I add oil and food it gets worse, much worse.

Anyone? Is it just a bad (Ikea) pan?

There we go
Friday  thursday the 4th 3rd of september
20:00 Cocktails (maybe a different place for once?)
22:30 Inglorious Bastards

That is all.

PS. Crossposted on Facebook. (Suck on that, x-post haters!)

Been cookin'!
Cooking update. The three best things I made in the past month were probably

  • Caramelised carrots (veggie)
    I looove caramelised carrots. I usually make them in the oven, but these were even better.
  • Swedish meatballs
    Or, really, 'Blueberry-Balsamic BBQ Turkey Meatballs'. No excuse to go to Ikea anymore. These were all kinds of awesome.
  • Oatmeal cookies
    I'm biased because I love all things oatmeal, but these were made with applesauce which save the cookies a sortof sweet "stroop" flavor.
Other notables:

  • Spinach leek and onion quiche
    (veggie) Nice, but when it says "season with salt and pepper", it should really say "salt and pepper this fucker up to the wazoo and back".
  • Spinach ricotta fritatta (veggie)
    Very nice and light dinner
  • Roast beef
    My first roast! The baking time calculation was spot on.
  • Chicken kokkiinisto
    I never like Jaimie recipes. It was nice for a change but not super.
  • Miso Salmon
    Not very special and my teriyaki sauce always turns out runny instead of caramalized and thing. I can let it simmer for 15 mins to get it like that, but then why does the recipe never say "simmer for 15 minutes"?
  • Fresh pasta
    A little nicer tasting than normal pasta. Not much, but a little. Fun too make, though!
  • Chicken yakitori
    Again, runny teriyaki sauce. Gah.
  • Chocolate malteser cookies
    Nice cookies! The 2nd time I used dark chocolate instead of milk choc and it made them even more chocolatey.

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There's a teaser trailer for Avatar: the last airbender up. Those who haven't seen the series yet should really start soon!

Obligatory exam post. Ancient philosophy. My questions:

- What led the Pythagorici to think that everything in the world was made of numbers (weed? geekiness?) and what did Aristotle think of that? (he thought they were a bunch of hippies)
- What is Aristotle's idea of the four causes?

Then halfway my exam, the professor (Steel) came in an said, "Oh, you don't have a question for part 2, well, just pick your favorite part of Marcus Aurelius' medidations and tell me about that". Which was fortunate, because I'd only read one or two parts. Instant favorites!

It was a weird exam. Steel was happy to chat about all sorts of stuff, but when I gave my answers he nearly dozed off in ostentatious boredom. He didn't ask any sidequestions, which probably means I did average (if you suck, they'll give you a few 'extra chance' questions, and if you do good, you might get some bonus questions). But I connected each question/text fragment with at least one other author and I gave my own opinon, so that's usually some points there. I didn't have overly much to say about the main questions, though. But I'm sure it was enough for a solid 10-12.

Let the summer begin!

I got my hands on a DVD of Kenneth Brangah's Hamlet, the unabridged four-hour best Hamlet version ever!

Movie night, anyone? :)

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I found out today that Neil Gaiman has actually been divorced for the last five years. The world makes so much more sense now! Say hello to everyone's new favorite hipster couple.


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