• Chris doet Ice Ice Baby.

    Chris doet Ice Ice Baby. Mja niet slecht, maar ’t is gene rapper hé. Enfin, niet echt om van omver te vallen, ik heb de indruk dat hij het vooral gedaan heeft om te tonen dat het niet echt moeilijk is om te rappen gelijk Brahim. 

  • In Idool 2003 gaat Peter

    In Idool 2003 gaat Peter doen van Hero, uit Spiderman. Tja, ’t is Nickelbackachtig hé. Ik ben er niet helemaal voor.

  • AN UNSUBSTANTIATED RUMOUR that

    AN UNSUBSTANTIATED RUMOUR that Bill Gates had been shot dead in Los Angeles caused share prices on the South Korean stock exchange to slump as panic selling ensued.

    The rumour, started on a web site, was broadcast over South Korean TV and that caused other South Korean networks to start repeating the rumour.

    Shares fell by 1.5 per cent and were set to slump further except that the rumours were subsequently nipped in the bud and the Seoul bourse recovered from its temporary panic attack.
    [The Inquirer]

    Wel een mooie flash-site van de Zuid-Koreaanse beurs. Zeker voor die landen, waar het meestal enorm van blikkerige suikerkleuren is…

  • MSDN heeft begod RSS feeds

    MSDN heeft begod RSS feeds tegenwoordig!

  • Senator: Try Arnett for

    Senator: Try Arnett for treason

    US Senator Jim Bunning (R-Ky) argues that correspondent Peter Arnett should be arrested and “tried as a traitor” for saying on Iraqi television that the US warplan had failed.

    To some, freedom of speech just means the freedom to agree with the party line. [Secular Blasphemy]

    Wat? De nieuwe sterreporter van VTM? Hoogverraad?

  • Lalala, helpfile werkt, lalala. En

    Lalala, helpfile werkt, lalala. En ik content.

  • En nog meer goed nieuws:

    En nog meer goed nieuws: ik voel mij genoeg genezen voor de Ronde van Vlaanderen. Én ik heb een webcam gekocht. Juich!

  • The days are just packed…

    The days are just packed… Al dat werk en al dat over-en-weer-ge-e-mail, ’t is niet meer proper.

    Wat daarentegen wél proper is, is onze content manager. Zo’n schoon werk van Stijn en Free!

  • ’t Waren vandaag twee bijzonder

    ’t Waren vandaag twee bijzonder wijze vergaderingen, maar nu ben ik wel totaal geradbraakt. Ik was al in de zetel in slaap gevallen, komm es zugegen!

    Enfin, met een beetje geluk ben ik beter zondag, we gaan naar de Ronde van Vlaanderen kijken bij Els en Wim (en Julien en Marie). Ik kijk er eigenlijk wel naar uit.

    Euh… nu ik eraan denk, als dat zondag is, dan moeten we al naar mijn ouders gaan verjaardag vieren… Hmmm. Dat wordt combineren.

    En volgend weekend is het verjaardagsfeestje voor Louis. Die is verdorie al twee jaar!

  • Ik geef het op. Ik

    Ik geef het op. Ik heb zodanig veel oor- en hoofdpijn dat het toch niet gaat lukken.

    Nu naar bed, en om pakweg 5u opstaan om verder te werken. Nog te doen: helpfiles voor wysiwyg-editor, related links en beeldbank.

    Produkten en query builder zullen voor later eens zijn.

  • How ironic is that? Dat

    How ironic is that? Dat meisje dat gered is uit de klauwen van de slechte Irakezen, Jessica Lynch, is afkomstig uit het stadje Palestine in West Virginia.

    Trouwens, en geheel naast de kwestie: ik vind meisjes met kort haar wijs.

  • gesprek aan de piano over

  • Miljaar, dat artikel staat echt

    Miljaar, dat artikel staat echt wel vol met dingen die niet meteen op CNN zullen gezegd worden:

    An older marine walked by carrying a huge chunk of flesh, so maimed it was impossible to tell which body part it was. With tears in his eyes and blood splattered over his flak jacket, he held the remains of his friend in his arms until someone gave him a poncho to wrap them with.

    Of nog:

    “I was shooting down a street when suddenly a woman came out and casually began to cross the street with a child no older than 10,” said Gunnery Sergeant John Merriman, another Gulf war veteran. “At first I froze on seeing the civilian woman. She then crossed back again with the child and went behind a wall. Within less than a minute a guy with an RPG came out and fired at us from behind the same wall. This happened a second time so I thought, ‘Okay, I get it. Let her come out again’.

    She did and this time I took her out with my M-16.”

  • Oh. My. God. Amid the

    Oh. My. God.

    Amid the wreckage I counted 12 dead civilians, lying in the road or in
    nearby ditches. All had been trying to leave this southern town
    overnight, probably for fear of being killed by US helicopter attacks and
    heavy artillery.

    Their mistake had been to flee over a bridge that is crucial to the
    coalition’s supply lines and to run into a group of shell-shocked young
    American marines with orders to shoot anything that moved.

    One man’s body was still in flames. It gave out a hissing sound. Tucked
    away in his breast pocket, thick wads of banknotes were turning to ashes.
    His savings, perhaps.

    Down the road, a little girl, no older than five and dressed in a pretty
    orange and gold dress, lay dead in a ditch next to the body of a man who
    may have been her father. Half his head was missing.

    Nearby, in a battered old Volga, peppered with ammunition holes, an Iraqi
    woman – perhaps the girl’s mother – was dead, slumped in the back seat. A
    US Abrams tank nicknamed Ghetto Fabulous drove past the bodies.

    This was not the only family who had taken what they thought was a last
    chance for safety. A father, baby girl and boy lay in a shallow grave. On
    the bridge itself a dead Iraqi civilian lay next to the carcass of a
    donkey.

    As I walked away, Lieutenant Matt Martin, whose third child, Isabella,
    was born while he was on board ship en route to the Gulf, appeared beside
    me.

    “Did you see all that?” he asked, his eyes filled with tears. “Did you
    see that little baby girl? I carried her body and buried it as best I
    could but I had no time. It really gets to me to see children being
    killed like this, but we had no choice.”

    Martin’s distress was in contrast to the bitter satisfaction of some of
    his fellow marines as they surveyed the scene. “The Iraqis are sick
    people and we are the chemotherapy,” said Corporal Ryan Dupre. “I am
    starting to hate this country. Wait till I get hold of a friggin’ Iraqi.
    No, I won’t get hold of one. I’ll just kill him.”

    [Information Clearing House]

  • The dullest blog in the

    The dullest blog in the world. Fijn 🙂