Alvaro's birthday

So last weekend Alvaro had his birthday party.

I always like going to parties, you don't have to organise stuff or think about if everyone is having fun(and free drinks).

Anyway, I had to work first, which was kind of a disaster, because working means getting wet, specially when the weather is good...

So after getting soaked two times, changing my work cloths two times, having my underpants dried again, a couple a beers it was time to go partying!

There where of course a lot of old friends which I haven't seen in a while, it's one of those things that keep me going to parties, I can't always meet up with people mostly because of my ridiculous schedule, though when I sat there talking I still didn't tell Alvaro I did not have a present for him..

The present for Alvaro

The thing is, I figured I gave Alvaro a nice present, one he will remember, he will think of. One that comes with a story.

A dildo?

A Cocktail shaker(more on that later)

Okay, how about a good pencil set?

I don't know, I just forget these things I had in mind.. They aren't important anyway, and they don't really tell a story anyway.

So anyway: I HAD NOTHING! ZILCH! What was I going to do?!

It was during work that I forged my master plan. This stunt would definitely go with a story.. Sort of at least.. As for the story, it'll be at the end of this post.

But how would I get away with this awesome master plan of all time hilariousness? There was just one solution to it: Drink a lot of beer!

After a couple a beers, I think I drank about 10 in total then, I decided it was time...

The evening continued, and it was good.. Eventually Alvaro ended up putting all the (spekjes?) in his mouth(See picture), we decided to call it a night.

Okay kids, you still reading? Here's the most amazing story of all time.. (not really)

Once up on a sweaty spring evening in the springhaver cafe,

there was a young dishwasher by the name of Thijs.

He was doing really well trying to keep the dishes clean.

Then there came the evil chefs of the springhaver restaurant.

They want to hurt Thijs!

Thijs did not like that. So he sprayed a little water at them!

"Shoo!" he yelled.

But the evil chefs didn't listen. Instead, they started spraying water back!

Oh no!

"Aaaaah!" Thijs yelled! He was totally wet!

Thijs went to get some dry cloths and dry his hair.

Then the evil chefs started teasing Thijs again!

"Shoo shoo!".

But nothing helped. Thijs was wet again...

All of a sudden Thijs had a great idea for a party that he had that evening!

"Why don't I donate my wet underpants?"

That seemed like a real nice gift from Thijs.

Later that night when Thijs drank a lot of big people drinks(When big people drink it a lot they always do a little crazy)

He decided that he was going to give his friend his gift.

Thijs ran to the toilet and pulled off his still little bit of wet underpants.

But this was a little weird just to give to his friend.

So Thijs found a place where he would leave his underpants for his friend to find.

It goes with a little riddle:

"Under thy bed, with two little drawers,

In the black night of the black underpants,

You will find the underpants in the right corder of the right drawer!"

Happy birthday dude!

(Yes that's the underpants I gave you.. ;) )

Chatroulette

I felt a slight boost of inspiration to write something, and since I have an "actual" subject to write about...here it is. It may be old to you...it might be new to you... but the phenomenon I'll be writing about is called: Chatroulette.

It's this website, where you don't need to log in or anything, the only thing you have to do to enter is press 'Play'. What you will see, looks almost exactly the same as a MSN messenger chat window: a chat screen, with 2 webcams turned on: yours, and that of a total random stranger.

People told me about it and I heard the most bizar stories. There are plenty of videos over the net showing crazy people on Chatroulette. And I got curious. So, yesterday me and some friends entered it.

I don't remember the first person we saw, but that's because he/him/they probably clicked us away. Yeah, you can 'next' people. And you can also be 'nexted'. The best definition for that is: "when a random stranger clicks the 'Next' button immediatly after seeing what you look like." And just like that... they are gone forever.

We saw some funny shit, man. I mean, from Brazilian babes, to lonely girls, to macho-type guys, to a video screen featuring some action movie, to a couple fucking in the background and to....well, just wankers.

You can say anything you want in a conversation. You can be serious and ask wassup. Or just tick in 'FU'. That part can be fun when they want to click you away.

There was this blonde babe also. Wow, she was beautiful. Swedish, we guessed. Amazing: The only thing she was wearing was a black bra and her sexy white underwear. 'Hey sexies!', she typed in. The talking, Wii-playing and more at our place remotely stopped...everyone had their eyes on the babe. She then asked us if we wanted to see her dance. Ofcourse our answer was 'sure =D'. And she started dancing and shaking it and shit. She turned around and showed her ass at the cam, a nice close-up. We were like 'wow, wtf man. This is what every dude is looking for when he enters Chatroulette.'

And then, everything changes and stops. We didn't get nexted, but all of the sudden there are 3 dudes with enormous smiles on their faces and holding what appears to be a video camera. We just got our asses powned. The whole goddamn thing was fake. We starting laughing out loud, 'cause you have to admit...that was funny. We applaud and gave them our thumbs up... And we nexted.

So if you and your friends are a bit bored, or just want to have plain fun...Enter Chatroulette and see what you get to see. You might get a serious conversation, have crazy fun with crazy people...or see the most disturbing things you've seen in a long time.

Check out these links for some cool vids of Chatroulette:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwnCJbf7SD8

http://www.dumpert.nl/mediabase/839131/54690422/banterdude_vs._chatroulette.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gxbv2G9Ctc [this one got me lauging out loud]

...and maybe I'll see YOU at Chatroulette. (sorry, couldn't let it go unsaid)

The art of blogging

This blog kinda died within a few months.
Weird, if you look at it like two at first, then three, people started blogging full enthousiasm, sarcasm, motivated, and all full of stories. So how did this blog end up in the endless void of the internets?

It always crosses my mind when something happens like: "Oh, gee, I could really make a good, funny story about what just happend.". But you don't because there's no computer nearby, or there's no time to actually refine the idea you just had, and so on.
So what is it then that people can blog all the time? How comes these people have those amazing blogs with sometimes over a thousand entries. Or an everyday story. Where do they find the time and energy to write every day, but most of all: How do they always come with cool stories?

That brings me to the next set of questions: Blog readers.

I sometimes have days passing by where nothing intresting happens. Sometimes I have days where one good story after another comes by.
For me I find it really hard to keep interest in a blog which nobody reads. How do you get people to read your blog? To read your boring life in this boring world where everything seems normal, and where people twitter about whiping their ass in the toilet.

Where do blog readers come from, and how do they get intrested in my useless meaningless life. Ok, I got to admit, I'm a nerd, and I can almost every day write some story about something technical, though that would also get boring and would probably result in me posting about my life more than about computers. Not that I can't write more about computers, but that I find my life more important than my computer(I'm not saying all nerds are caring more about their computers). So okay, you can tell your friends like: Hey dude, I got a blog. You really should read it.
Then, if you're lucky that friend is like: "Oh, really?" and you go: "Yea, really.", he goes: "What's it about", so then you explain him what it's about, and then you might get him intrested.
But 9 out of 10 people will just say: "Ok, I'll read it sometime", which basicly means: "STOP BEING SO GEEKY AND DRINK MORE BEER, DROP THE SUBJECT AND SAY SOMETHING FUNNY INSTEAD".

Now you can get all geeky and do some google seo stuff on your blog so you will actually get found if someone searched for 'i want to read a boring story', but I figure there's not much people that will google it(There isn't even a blog or blogpost like that!).

So I decided to call this post the art of blogging because of all these unanswered questions. There's something about this art I might just not/never get. So for the sake of I want to have a famous and cool blog as well: The art of blogging is the authors with their infinite sarcasm, endless stories, and of course the cool layout that we don't have here because I'm 1: too lazy to make one, 2: don't have time for it, 3: isn't necessary because nobody ever reads this shit anyway.

Period.