It took me a week to write again.

In the meantime two events have taken place.

Firstly, it has been my birthday, I turned 26 on friday the 11th. It was great. I got my first toy in ages! Yes! My parents bought me a Qui-Gon Jinn light sabre! It’s great, it has sound effects and all, I loved it.

I got a bunch of presents, and managed to cram 16 people into my tiny 4 by 3 metre living room singing “happy birthday”. There was a musical jam in my music room and everything went fine except that Quake 3 isn’t working any more, I have no idea why.

Then, yesterday, it was election day. We voted to elect 25 representatives for the European parliament. There was an apalling 60% people who didn’t bother to vote.

I voted for the Socialist party again, they won. Funny thing is, every party came out to say they’d won. Everyone won! Which ispired me for my political strip for this week, obviously. In my country no party ever looses an election, which is really funny, to say the least.

Well, I am older now, and wiser, of course. 26… on step closer to 30. I wonder what it’s like to be 30? I hear women have their sexual peak at 30… but, what can we blokes expect of it (I mean, besides being married to a 30-year-old-sexual-peaking-woman?)

Late last night I joined the Seti@home project. It’s really rather cool, although most of it was totally incomprehensible for me at the beginning.

I’ve read some FAQs since then and now I vaguely understand what’s going on when I download a chunk of radiotelescope data for my CPU to analyze. Anyone can participate, actually, there already 500.000 participants in over 200 countries who’ve already contributed over 1600 years of processing. You can joun in on the program wether you have a Windows based PC, a Mac, a UNIX, Solaris or Linux machine, you name it check it out here: Seti@home.

Tomorrow there’ll be a European boycott to fixed telecommunications. Especially, we should refrain from connecting to the internet and using our phone lines for any other reason. The idea is that the telecom companies are overcharging to take advantage of the ever growing number of internet users. Also we want flat rates like the ones in the USA, meaning we shouldn’t be charged by the minute for phone calls, we should just be charged a fee for every call and that’s it.

Learn more about the strugle of European telecom users for better services and lower rates here: Telecom Strikes.

wednesday, june 2nd, 1999

Today I went to meet with my attorney and friend and incredible mexican gunman for lunch. We had some gigantic veal steaks and talked about business… yes… business, because we’re very successful young business men.

Oh well… we finally talked about turning our company name into a registered brand and also registering our comics and characters, which is way past due and is going to be done now, before someone starts to use our stuff abusevely.

We also talked about building a lawyer site for him with some interesting challenges for us, especially in what comes to Perl programming.

By the way I recently ordered “Programming Perl” from Amazon, it should be here any day now.

So yesterday, we went to to the movies again. This time to see “The Velvet Goldmine”, a pretentious, disjointed bore of a film. It’s not a movie about Glam Rock as much as it is a movie about homosexual love and sex. It starts out with a UFO coming down from the clouds while someone reads “pretentious speech #1”, the UFO drops some glitter (how nice) and leaves Oscar Wilde on the doorstep.

It then goes on to all sorts of excessive sex (I have nothing against sex in movies, believe me) instead of focusing more on the whole Glam Rock movement, if you can call it a movement. So the main character marries his wife in order to get close to another man, he convinces his manager to hire an American rocker in order to sleep with him or fall in love with him, or whatever. In the middle of all this, there’s some poetic bull read by bright eyed girls or bright eyed boys.

Well, truth be said I’m very interested in music and how, particularly in the last 50 years, small sectors of music emerged and disappeared, like, for example, Glam Rock. I was interested in this and it wasn’t developed at all. It was long boring love story between two rock stars.

Of course there are people out there who’ll just say I didn’t “get it”. But if I’d worry… I’d be worried already.