I cannot be bothered to translate today; the uselessness of Wetenschapsfilosofie is too much. Also, for reasons that elude me, I passed the MediEVIL Lit thing with an 8, which is good, yay! Also also, presentation tomorrow, eek. Oh, and something made the fridge die today. We're now reviving it, but everything in the freezer has gone all buggerish. Blegh.

Lis: “Is dit zo’n Papermate pen die je kunt uitgummen?”
Ik: “Wat?”
Lis: “Je hebt van die Papermate pennen die je kunt uitgummen.”
Ik: “Da’s een potlood.”

Lis: “It’s like when Christian missionaries went to Iceland. I mean, how the hell are you going to tell people about the holy lamb when they’ve never seen-”
Me: “I thought you said the Holy Lamp… and I thought: ‘Which part of the Bible did I miss?’”
Lis: “And then there was light…”

Newton: “What do you do when you want to see the Mona Lisa?”
Someone behind me: “Go there and be unimpressed by its size.”

Rowan over de transformatie van David Tennant naar Matt Smith: “En z’n hoofd is ook totaal anders! Het zit niet eens op dezelfde plek!”

My life is a comedy, apparently.

( This week's harvest... )

I'm using this mood theme FAR too often.

Soooo. Watched an episode of the Granada series (a.k.a. kleptomanic Sherlock) with Timo and then went to see the movie again. (He hadn't seen it yet and I didn't spoil anything, I don't think. How's that? Haah.) Also, I gave him Tom Lehrer to listen to, and now I'm never going to hear the end of who got what from Agnes.

Anyway, the day naturally produced some interesting conversations.

( Voilá, clicky here )

Edit: Bahahaaaah, David is bouncing to the drums on the soundtrack... xD

Oh God. This is so brilliant. xD 

(And slightly bigger than I expected. Um. Oops?)
 

Notes are so much fun... Can't be bothered to translate today, though. :P

Lankamp: “So there you go. Universal Grammar down the drain. Gurgle.”

Veldhoen over de bescheidenheidstopos: “‘Ik ben maar een eenvoudige boerenlul,’ of welke variant daarvan dan ook.”

Veldhoen over incest in The Saga of the Volsungs: “Ik geloof dat ze het wel zien als iets wat niet echt een goed idee is.”

Szirmai over Sint Brendaan en het Eiland van Elbe: “Ze eten daar verrukkelijk, namelijk rauwe wortelen.”

Ik: *leest eigen handschrift* “Zeemsnoters? Wacht, dat is geen s, dat is een o. Oh, zeemonsters…”

Szirmai: “Kunst is de aap van de natuur.”

Timo op MSN: “Ik haz morgen brillll. Eeeeeeps. I R skard.”
Ik: “You’ll be fine. They won’t eat you, you know. Only teacups do that. When they’re out of Harry Potter.”
Timo: “Maar wat nou als ik er straks ineens slim uitzie? Or worse… VOLWASSEN?”

Timo: *demands quote on LJ*
Ik: “I R going to post it nao.”
Timo: “Goed baan!”
Ik: “?”
Timo: “(Ik had ‘goed werk’ kunnen zeggen, maar dan maakt het zintuig)”
Ik: “Dan maakt het zintuig wat? Amok? Bakstenen? De scharnieren van de schuurdeur? Een taart?”
Timo: “… maar dan maakt het SENSE. Goed baan = good job.”
Ik: “M’n hoofd zit echt te vol met middeleeuwse dingen om goed na te kunnen denken over die translation jokes van jou… xD”

Timo: “Tha kewlz.”
Ik: “We are talking way too much in lolcat speak, we are.”
Timo: “I can has grammah? *pause* Not grandma. Lulz.”
Ik: “Grammah got run ovah by ah reindeah? *pause* Da's Engels met een Haags accent, geloof ik. xD”

It's change-your-layout-back-to-a-random-old-theme-cos-it's-no-longer-snowing time!

Also, this blog is turning into a Twitter page. I need serious updates, boo. (It's time the new semester started.)

LA5 essay got a 7. Does that mean I passed the course?

I was on the train when I read this. Got some strange looks, for rather obvious reasons.

   "Never mind that!" snapped Jiglad Wert. "Did you three see anyone on the way down here?"
   "No," said Twoflower.
   "Someone has stolen the Octavo."
   Rincewind's head jerked up. His eyes focused.
   "Who?"
   "Trymon-"
   Rincewind swallowed. "Tall man?" he said. "Fair hair, looks a bit like a ferret?"
   "Now that you mention it-"
   "He was in my class," said Rincewind. "They always said he'd go a long way."
   "He'll go a lot further if he opens the book," said one of the wizards, who was hastily rolling a cigarette in shaking fingers.
   "Why?" said Twoflower. "What will happen?"
   The wizards looked at one another.
   "It's an ancient secret, handed down from mage to mage, and we can't pass it on to knowlessmen," said Wert.
   "Oh, go on," said Twoflower.
   "Oh well, it probably doesn't matter any more. One mind can't hold all the spells. It'll break down, and leave a hole."
   "What? In his head?"
   "Um. No. In the fabric of the Universe," said Wert.

~ Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

It's clearly a lot funnier when not taken out of context...