i am having a crappy day.  woke up limping from having fallen on my bicycle last night (icy roads and i was actually trying to stop to help another guy who’d fallen), then bicycled in pain to see another apartment.  then called the doctor about other medical problems that keep popping up to make my life miserable, including a cold sore that has decided to encompass my entire mouth.  yay for those little cold sore patches that i bought a couple of weeks ago… but i’ve got them completely plastering my mouth now, and it hurts anyway. 

anyway, the receptionist asked me if i’d be able to come in between 11 and 12 today.  i said yes, then spent 2 hours waiting around until it was finally 10:45 and i could go over there.  got there, and she said, “well! i expected you a bit earlier,” in that finger-wagging tone of voice.  it turns out she’d MEANT to say, “before 11 to 12.” on the telephone, and had used the wrong preposition.  now, you ask, why wasn’t i speaking dutch during that telephone call, thus saving us the trouble? because i ran out of the right words to explain why i wanted to come in and so soon, and asked to switch to english.  but she was mad at me for the mistake, even if i wasn’t the one who said between instead of before, and spent 10 minutes haranguing me about it, until i told her to stop yelling at me and how could i get in to see a doctor today.  in the end, i waited an hour in the waiting room while the doctor had telephone appointments (although for the life of me i can NOT understand the purpose of telephone appointments, especially when i could hear through the door and she was only on  the phone about 5 minutes) then ended up being late to my appointment at the KvK (chamber of commerce) that i’ve been waiting for.  so they asked me to call tomorrow to work things out about that.

oh, and i still have to go back to the doctor tomorrow morning again.  but for now, i have a prescription for the cold sore. 

fucking doctors.  and fucking finger-wagging middle-aged dutch women.  what is it with the fucking finger-wagging thing, anyway?  it’s annoying as hell.

just got back from OCCII, which is quite near the place i was staying all last summer.  too bad i didn’t know it then.  anyway, we saw 3 bands, and i have much to say!  we left during the 3rd, not because we weren’t enjoying it, but because i didn’t give poor commuting matt time to nap before taking him out for yummy ethiopian food at addis ababa on overtoom and a concert.

so, while matt’s in the shower, i’ve stolen his computer for a quick recap.  well, i’ll try to be quick.

(excuses if i have the names of the bands wrong.  i have assumed the first was de bakfiets boys, etc. but i could be wrong.) the first band was de bakfiets boys.  very generic, but ok.  the second band, bratpack, was more fun.  i liked them a lot.  the third band, the holy mountain, were really hard and energetic.  i have never seen such a genuinely violent mosh pit.  seriously.  i’ve never seen chicken-fighting in a mosh pit.  chicken fighting.  mosh pit.  sound dangerous?  it was.  they’d get up there, try to punch somebody, then fall drunkenly off, narrowly missing being trampled.  i had a good view of all this because i was standing on one of the side benches so that i could better see everything.  some guy near me got accidentally bumped by another guy, thought the guy had done it deliberately, and had to be pulled away by his girlfriend.  the accidental bumper just looked confused, and his friend was trying to calmly persuade the fight-seeking guy to back off.  i saw the bump because i was watching the bumper, having determined he was possibly the queen bee of the hive mind that were the stripey-shirted people.  so i can verify that it was indeed accidental.  and not much of a bump, either.

in the last band, who rocked, the bassist reminded me of nathan (yep! you! if you’re reading this) at about mmmm i dunno, somewhere between 17 and 24.  i can’t remember when you cut your hair.  or when you looked like a logger.  but he had the long wavy huge amount of hair, general body and face shape, including the slouch.  i would guess he was in his early to mid 20’s, but not younger.  too much chest hair.  if he’d taken off one more article of clothing, i would have been able to see if he had awesome calves, but i doubt it.  🙂  you can keep your legendary claim to fame.  ha.

(i had another little segment here about a gea-lookalike also, but it just disappeared and won’t come back. i’m on matt’s computer because mine won’t let me post, and i’m having all kinds of weird experiences with it.  i just did a preview and the preview said that matt posted this.  but he didn’t.  and when i go to the top of this, i am definitely the logged in person.  so… i have no fucking idea.  and i’m going to take my shower now and give up.  enjoy this picture of my new toaster!)