Technical issues and a transfer

Guys, please accept my most humble apologies, this blog is dead. I don't know about you, but I use my sidebar a lot, and for some reason it just went on a trip and ended down at the bottom of this blog... I've been bothered by it, and have waited long enough. I would love to see you all again at my old love:

PHILOSOPHY BY ME

http://diederickabecker.blogspot.com/
Hop onto that!

Adam & Andy

Never a waste of my time : )

Ahh, don't we all like to deny the most obvious truth sometimes? It makes this life so much easier and prettier.

And is it just me, or is my sidebar really all the way at the bottom of the screen? Changing templates didn't help, and if you pick a post from the past (say somewhere in August) it's all fine... weird. After dumping the Microsoft e-mail service (Live mail/ Hotmail) and switching to Gmail, am I now going to have to change to a new Blog-service?

-I hope not.

Well, she sings it a lot better than you Mick.

VAZOMODOKA

Hey, well I told you so. I've been doing a lot of [NASTY] -marking, and really, when people are older, a face can say a thousand words. Their faces say so much about their personality; they were so predictable. Quite a lot of bitches of fathers that we threw in the deep trying to help their kids. I didn't like the parent part, at all, and I have my doubts about the pleasure the scouts had with their parents hanging over their shoulder. There were a lot of positive sounds, from the parents, apart from the fact that we had the first nocturnal freezing that night. My toes were cold... The first night was great, we did the "breaklight game" where we hang (two) breaklights in the forest, each guarded by two leaders with flashlights. The objective is to reach the light without us hearing you. Of course a forest is real nasty, all those branches breaking and leaves cracking below your feet. Some made it though, and it's really important to have good leaders as guards, honest ones. I lay below a breaklight (which was blue) with Dave, the blond straight guy. (Read about our relation in the Summercamp 2007 post.) I always like to cuddle with him, and we did while we sat around the camp fire with all the parents and children; in the back though. After the breaklight game the kids went off to bed and the core members and the parents stayed out late. I hit the hay around 4:00, after having a hell of a night (in the good sense). A blond scout, that had transferred to the Rowans (youth between 15 and 18 y.o.) got drawn to my attention and boy did I tickle. Susanne, a bi-sexual girl (which girl isn't?) whom I can get along with very well, and I investigated his options. Results were hopeful, apart from him saying he was straight: no girl, blond, he likes good music (that's very rare in scouting), he likes Berenburgh (a herbal-ish liquor for real men like myself) and he is the cutest thing, a smile that makes me melt; and I'm 3 years older! Oh yeah, another stumbling block there, he's "nearly 16." To which I said: "Dude, that's still 2 years short." -he didn't understand. Anyway, he stayed out until late as well, I believe he must've gone to bed about the same time I did. The next morning I heard he threw everything out again when he was in bed, poor guy. I had a wonderful sleep, however short it was (short and cold 4 hours). The next morning the field was frozen (first time this year) and my toes were too. The tent we slept in was wet, and so was everything else really, we had no inner tent because we slept on field beds (us die hards). The field beds were nice, but the moist was forming drops right above my head, and you go guess where they fell. The next day I walked around for the first three hours with very cold toes, the cubs were on a hike and I was guiding my scouts and parents attached to them how to build a "table-fire" and a bench properly. I'm glad most bitchy persons were in the other scout group, but I still had a mother that used to be an Akela in our group (years ago) and that thought she was superior to my command. You stupid woman. One dad was just like his son, that we made Patrol Leader this year (on my account). The kid is a great scout, real conservative and intelligent. His dad is one of those "alternative" folks with long gray hair and intellect which he never really used (he teaches creative forming on a public school, a subject that is hard to take seriously). Never the less he worked well. We cooked on the table-fires and had Macaroni (the most simple food you could imagine), which bothered me because we had done all that work to make such a stupid meal. After we'd finished we tore everything down again and finished up the field. We pulled the flag down around 19:00 Hours, and we, the core staff stayed until around 21:00 to finish everything up.

And I honestly forgot to take pictures, so I added some Britdoodz, I'm sure you don't mind, haha. In short: it was fun at night, the parents weren't a pleasant part but hey, parents happen. I've misbehaved myself at night like a good scoutmaster should and we planned the camp brilliantly at the first real frost of the year. Marvelous, and like most scouting things, bittersweet. And you know I love bitter.

Hey, I'm off this friday evenin' until saturday (probably late) for a short camp we hold at our scout base. It's called the "VAZOMADOKA" which means father-son-mother-daughter-camp.

Yeah, that'll probably suck ass.

Anyway, the previous post about the "Story of Luke and Noah" is really unfinished; I never followed ATWT on television, but the story of Luke and Noah is on Youtube as well, quite sweet. That Luke is so cute : ) glad it's a somewhat happy ending, and it made me smile (you know, that ear-to-ear smile you get when two guys are cute together). Watch the last four episodes here (both their dad's are assholes by the way, Noah's army-dad tried to kill Luke, but now he's locked away): 89, 90, 91, 92

On to the little camp; I mean, sure parents are cool, everyone has them, dead or alive. But not on scouting. It's an unspoken rule that parents do not lead their children, but now we are going to have a huge amount of parents involved in scouting together with their kids. I'm trying to stay positive, but I bet I'm gonna hate it. I already have bad experiences with some parents, that I've marked [NASTY] a long time ago, and they'll all be here. Wonderful.

Ah well, I'll shoot some photos for ye and give a little story Sunday, Saturday eve might get late cleaning up and having a beer or two. You know, last week it got quite out of hand after the regular afternoon gathering. Usually when the kids are all gone around 16:30 I take one beer at the bar and leave right after that. Last week I had several, and we, the tight crew that's always hanging around there, had quite some chats. The subject of my sexuality has been quite hot lately and I like to accompany that with a lot of sarcasm and laughs. I tend to ridicule straight guys, say they're from the wrong side and such (one blond fella in particular). It's cool with them, and it better be :) It is a subject that tickles people, it's a little naughty. I love it.

Anyway, it'll be fun for sure, but I'm also sure I'll be bothered by the parents. (I hope I'll meet a homophobe, that'd be fun!)

And I don't even like soap series.

And that's when his dad all gets bitchy and stuff, ah well, I guess that's the soapy part I hate. (Scenes from As The World Turns)

Sweet dreams

If you feel something burning, go cruise this collection:

http://imageevent.com/johnw/U T O P I A

A place that doesn't exist...

...where there is a God, that one can see as mist, and that represents all that is good. A place where the only evil is in a man, and where that man is banished. A place with plenty of forest and rich wildlife, with rivers of fresh water, and never ending mountains, with no more sea. With culture and peace within the different nations, with dark beer and bittersweet wines. With lots of meat and bread. Where the women are protected, and the men protect. A world where there is no regret, but only passion; where there is love above all things, as love is the greatest joy a man will ever know. Where there is no corruption, and culture that is vivid in all. A land where compassion is the highest virtue, where there is no selfishness. Where children can run freely without being shattered by a truck, where the people ride horses instead of cars. A land that knows no crime, and only wages war against barbarians. A place that is filled with the smell of the woods and of wine and grilled meat. Where two men can legally fight each other to death in a death-match, where women and children will not sea such things. Where the army has hot uniforms and only defends the land. Somewhere over the rainbow, where there are plenty of guys that look like the one above and that only become more handsome with time and the age of the eye. Where vanity is ridiculous as all men and women are super-hot. Where there are no elections, but only a senate that exists of men chosen from the people. Where there is no speeding limit, because people do not need to speed. A world that lives in perfect harmony, and where it is impossible for a good heart, to not find happiness...

...one may seek this land, and find it.

Something completely different that I've loved since I was 14.

I really don't like Bruce Springsteen, but I can't help myself. And is it just me or is the organ guy really being fucked by that chair? The song is great, if only Bruce was a bit less stupid and arrogant and found an organ player that doesn't shove butt-plugs up his ass before a show.

Pedophelia

The acquisition that sir Elton John possesses child pornography is cruising the world today; he is owner of an art collection that wears his name. The collection is by some artist and contains an image of an older girl looking at a completely naked minor girl who lies on the floor, with her legs open wide. See, the point is, where do we draw the line? If you want something naked to be pornography you can, all you need is a dirty mind. The quite logic response from the artist was that the art was not meant to be pornographic, it was as one would play with his own children. Besides, I'm pretty sure sir Elton John won't be aroused by a pair of naked girls.

In Germany looking at pornographic images of people that look like under aged persons will get you into prison -even if the person is actually 20 years old. That's horrible, they could bust half of the world's population for looking at girls that look like 14 but are really 20 (girls hardly seem to grow nowadays, must be bad weather or something).

I think pedophiles are screwed up pretty badly, but damn, I'd be a pedophile if I had a seventeen year-old boyfriend. Pedophiles to me are really (older) men or women that prefer sex with children, children, in my book, are kids under 14. Locking 'em all up is not an option, preventing the act is what I think is important. The only way to do that is to give the pedophiles what they want, but in the legal area of course. Let them enjoy the 18 year-old persons that look like they're 14 or whatever; if you take that away it'll be the same as with hookers, although prostitution remains a dangerous job, it's better than making it illegal and see an increase in rape victims. Of course, we the Dutch allow such things, the "pedophile party" almost enabled sex with 14 year-old children, but that was just a little too much for the Dutch. Banning porn that sits on the edge of being legal will give an increase in illegal pornography, and raping; it's plain logic, but the government seems to lack that these days.

However, if someone does rape a child, I would regret the fact that we have signed a treaty banning the death penalty in our country.

Anyway, I'm getting a little itchy lately, checking out the male wonders of the Netherlands more and more. I also have had this old song in my head for the past four days, you just go guess when it starts playing in my head. : )