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A beautiful Sunday

This beautiful Sunday, sunshine all day long, a little cool wind, absolutely gorgeous. I did work in the garden. We went to the part behind the Shell fueling station. Some digging, some planting, some helping setting up the plastic tubes for putting the nets over to protect the newly planted kohlrabi from the blackbirds. A lot of talking. About vegan diet, stop smoking, stop drinking (not me!), about blogging not being a favourite pastime (not me!). Playing with the heavy soil, or rather, clay. Making a cube with it. Well, sort of.

I took a shower straight after i got home. I finished up the soup i started this morning. A vegetable tomato bellpepper onion broad bean carrot leek sort of soup with some orzo and homemade meat balls. Hmmm.. 🙂

And now, yes, now, i feel tired. I was there for around four hours, i tried staying in the shade, but i was still happy i put on sun milk over my legs, arms and face. I do see a little bit of light red on my skin, but not too much.

I enjoy it. It is good for me now. So yeah, even though it takes up a lot of time on my Sunday, i’m happy i’m doing this.

Sleepy time for now. Hopefully!

Ooh i forgot! Tomorrow, 9 May, Mercury will move past the sun in the daytime. You do need a solar filter to see it. Which i haven’t got. But still.

Published on May 9, 2016 at 6:00 by

Liberation Day

I did go to the garden this afternoon. I brought my vegetable peels, eggshells and toilet paper inner rolls with me to add to the compost heap.

I took photos of plants which i have been told are beneficial weeds. I’m still learning these names and facts. My knowledge of plants, vegetables, herbs and weeds, beneficial or not is extremely limited. I did do some searches and readings this afternoon. The following plants are the ones i have studied.

The bed with chard is almost completely covered with clover, klaver. Its main use is in animal feed. They are also valuable as soil-improving and soil-conserving plants. It adds about 55-170 kg per hectare of nitrogen.

Comfrey, smeerwortel, is a medium sized plant with purple flowers and large leaves. Daniel told me he used the comfrey root for a wound. Ordinarely that wound would be healed in around four weeks, but with the use of the comfrey root, it was healed in a week. He explained to me that this was because the plant contains a organic molecule allantoin. This stimulates cell growth and repairs and depresses inflammation.

Vetch, wikke, is a wide family of around 140 species. Broad beans, tuinbonen, are part of this family. Lentils and peas are relatives of vetches. They are nitrogen-fixing plants.

Dandelion, paardebloem, is to me a well known yellow flowering plant. Its seed heads are also well known here in western Europe, with the white seeds in a wide sphere with fine hairs surrounding the seeds, making it easy to follow the wind over a wide area. The wikipedia page describes its many uses: food, wine and medicinal.

I did publish a photo of wild garlic, daslook, in my last post about the garden. Its leaves are lovely and have a mild garlicky taste. Cows which have eaten wild garlic give milk with a slight garlic taste. The leaves can be used as salad, herb, boiled, in soup or in a pesto as a substitute for basil.

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Coots, meerkoeten, close to my home with three youngs.
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Clover, klaver, in between chard.
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Comfrey, smeerwortel
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Dandelion, paardebloem, and some comfrey, smeerwortel in the foreground
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Wild garlic, daslook
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Sycamore, plataan
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The same sycamore with a view on Rotterdam
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Icecream! Passionfruit and mango. Yum!
Published on May 6, 2016 at 6:00 by

School reports

My school reports. From the age of six, at the lower school, till the age of 27 at the end of art school. High school i did enjoy loads. Yep. I really enjoyed mathematics, physics and chemistry. Once i could drop French and German i did so. I really didn’t like learning things which had no logic in them. To me anyway.

The first report from high school, in class B5, is my secret pride and joy: only the grades eight and nine. Other than that, i detested that year. I was happy to move into the second year A with Latin. Much better.

My grades did fall down over the years. The switch from Delft Technical University to art school was one of finally giving in. A month before i had my exams from high school i was free, to study for my exams. That is the time i started to draw again. And make earrings. While studying in Delft i did keep up with drawing. Friends of mine did go to art school, and in Rotterdam i got to know more people who were going there as well. So it did start to pull me more and more.

The first year at art school was wonderful. One of the best years of my life. It did get worse after that. Of course. Choosing painting was not good, and i couldn’t continue with it. Cuz of the O’s i got at the end of the year. Picking photography and monumental was better, and i did end up somewhere. Not sure where, but i did find something i was interested in.

In 1997 i started again, with my website. Studying, playing, experimenting, finding things, trying out. I loved it.

The eight years after 2006 were empty of works. I didn’t stop thinking about it for a long time. It did grow less and less. In the first part of 2014 i didn’t feel good, i hardly worked. I was a mess. And then, suddenly, in October 2014, i started again. No things i had to fix, no pages i needed to work out. I simply started again. And i kept on going. Until i could finally finish my presents with an about page. And two weeks after that i started blogging here on ellenpronk.com.

I know i’m a bit silly working on this website so hard. I probably should work for money more. Try to get work somehow. But, somehow, i feel things will work out.

Enjoy these old school reports. No translation, sorry non-Dutch reading people. You can read the figure’s and letter i got. I do hope you enjoy reading this!

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Published on May 5, 2016 at 6:00 by

An average day

Still woke up around four deep in the night. Since i can sleep in in the morning, it’s not that bad. Still, a good night sleep would be good one day.

I went to the market to get some veggies. And some war chips! That is chips with mayonaise, peanutbutter sauce and onions. I added some sambal too.

After that i went to the veggies stall. I only spend € 2,90. That is like nothing. Back home i watched some Masterchef, after that Escape to the Country. I did fall asleep for a short bit.

I had put a red bell pepper in the oven for 45 minutes and put it in a small bag afterwards and tied it up. After around fifteen minutes i could easily get of the skin. I also removed the skin of some chickpeas i cooked last sunday and baked them. I still need to make the hummus. Tomorrow! I also sliced some radishes and washed some spinach i got from the garden this sunday.

For now, i will go and watch The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. I like the series.

I will go and make walks over the next week. It will be warmer, over 20 degrees in the weekend! Not sure where i will go, i will need to do some research. Looking forward to that!

Tomorrow i just might do a walk in the Kralingse Bos. Still one of my favourite places to go.

Bye bye!

Published on May 4, 2016 at 6:00 by

Under Pressure

Sitting in the train going from Amersfoort to Rotterdam. The train had stopped in Utrecht, i was watching the people standing on the opposite platform. Everyone in his or her own little world. Some staring down at their mobile phones, other staring into nothingness. A few together, talking with each other. A typical view. This song, Under Pressure came up in my MIX list.

Yes, i felt tears coming into my eyes. It was painful to watch all these people. Including myself, sitting in the train listening to this music all alone.

I did sing along with this song for a couple of times. It is hard, with the two voices. I skipped some of the parts Freddie Mercury sings, but some i felt were vital. I really missed out on some parts. Strange, how these parts sing perfectly fine in my head, but it is hard to get it out the same way.

I have always enjoyed this song. But i didn’t expect me to cry at the final part, starting at Because love’s such an old fashioned word. That is what i had to train out of myself a bit.

I hope you will enjoy this.

Under Pressure
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you
No man ask for

Under pressure
That brings a building down
Splits a family in two

Puts people on streets

Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s okay

It’s the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming
‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people people on streets

Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
Okay
Chipping around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap

People on streets
ee da de da de
People on streets
ee da de da de da de da

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming
‘Let me out’

Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Higher
High

Pressure on people people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work

Keep coming up with love
But it’s so slashed and torn

Why – why – why?

Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re breaking

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
Give love give love give love give love give love

Because love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

Official video

Queen, Annie Lennox and David Bowie in 1992 at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert

Published on May 3, 2016 at 6:00 by

Falling in love

Last night i was lying awake, around four. I wanted to sleep, but it just didn’t happen. At one point i turned on the lights and got my iPad and played a game. And turned the iPad away again. In the dark, i was thinking of writing a post about falling in love. Which of course i have written before. Sex. Love. Daydreaming. Art.

Falling in love. It is still my biggest dream. Apart from becoming famous. *grin*

I do feel different. Different from when i was younger. Growing up, feeling all these emotions. I always felt too awkward, too closed up inside myself to really get someone’s attention. Looking back, i see my fallings in love were from a very young person. I remember my last one, which i could quite easily hold back once i realized he was married. The first time i was able to do that. Luckily.

So yes, i do know i have grown over the past ten years. I like myself better now. More open, more curious about other people. Not that the biggest part of me is still very private, not that i really enjoy being with myself.

Today i was at the Vredestuin. Some seeding, courgettes. Some planting, onions. Some harvesting, spinach. Some talking to the other people working in the garden. I loved it.

I’m gonna leave this post as it is. I am tired. An early night for me.

PS. I don’t know if i was right in saying here i felt awkward when i was younger. I might have been too closed up inside. But it seems to me i was quite happy on my own. I was never bothered with it. I remember the summer of 1986, just before i went to art school. And the summer of 87. I don’t think i saw one single person.

There is also the switch in going out. When i lived in Vlaardingen and had a group of friends, we did go out, in Rotterdam most of the time. But when i moved to Rotterdam, i had lost contact with that group, and i simply didn’t go out anymore.

Published on May 2, 2016 at 6:00 by

Brainpickings

On my computer i have most of the time three open applications: Mail, Spotify and Firefox. In Firefox i usually have two main windows open.

The left

  • ellenpronk.com
  • wordpress backend of ellenpronk.com
  • google analytics of ellenpronk.com
  • soundcloud stats
  • youtube stats
  • tumblr dashboard
  • songs, an unlinked page on lfs.nl with lyrics of the songs i sing

The right

These windows say so many things about my daily occupations. About this website, about its statistics, about the songs i sing, about the social networks i follow, about a blog i really like, about my relaxation, the games i play.

I have written about Brainpickings before. I don’t read every post, no. But once or twice a week i go through the first page to see if there are any new posts. Usually Sunday and Wednesday.

Brain Pickings — which remains ad-free and supported by readers — is a cross-disciplinary LEGO treasure chest, full of pieces spanning art, science, psychology, design, philosophy, history, politics, anthropology, and more; pieces that enrich our mental pool of resources and empower combinatorial ideas that are stronger, smarter, richer, deeper and more impactful. Above all, it’s about how these different disciplines illuminate one another to glean some insight, directly or indirectly, into that grand question of how to live, and how to live well.

A post from 2013 writes about the start, unbeknownst of it future growth and expansion in Happy Birthday, Brain Pickings: 7 Things I Learned in 7 Years of Reading, Writing, and Living.

Please read the article. For the very hasty among you the following list:

  1. Allow yourself the uncomfortable luxury of changing your mind.
  2. Do nothing for prestige or status or money or approval alone.
  3. Be generous.
  4. Build pockets of stillness into your life.
  5. When people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them.
  6. Presence is far more intricate and rewarding an art than productivity.
  7. “Expect anything worthwhile to take a long time.”

This weeks post is a gem. The Psychology of Time and the Paradox of How Impulsivity and Self-Control Mediate Our Capacity for Presence. I am thinking about myself and the changes in my thoughts, well, for my whole life basically. But things are developing with sound speed, these past 18 months. Before that i felt my life was getting to a slowdown, i felt depressed. Not severely, more like a bucket was over my head. I still remember thinking then, those 18 months ago, that finally the wind started to blow quietly with me, not against me. This does change my perception of the time around me. Sometimes i escape out of time, when i play a game, watch some television, read a book. And sometimes i’m inside time, like this afternoon, listening to all the sounds from the street, the cars, the birds, the neighbors, people walking by. I don’t think you should be in that experience the whole time. Earlier this evening, while watching Masterchef, i was thinking about tomorrow, what i will be doing then. In the morning i’ll be going to the Peace Garden. I’ll take my vegetables cuttings and other stuff for the compost heap with me. And a thermos with hot water, and coffee and sugar and cream. And tomorrow i will be doing my VAT for the first three months of this year.

Reading this article made me think of my own learning to wait, to postpone getting a reward. My own self-restraint. It makes me think about losing my virginity when i was 28 years old. It is not that i didn’t try before. It just didn’t work out. I felt i should have been able to go for it much younger, but it just never felt right.

I did use to drink a lot more when i was younger. But for a few years i’ve been diagnosed with diabetes 2. Since then i did loose around 7 kilos. I should loose more, i know. But i do drink a lot less alcohol. One, sometimes two bottles of wine a week. It takes me two, mostly three days to finish a bottle. Ten years ago i drank one bottle a day. Sometimes even two bottles in one evening. I am very happy that i managed to minimize to my current amount.

Time that is felt and lived, that is, a life rich in positive experiences, is made up of moments of fulfillment, often in the company of good friends or a beloved partner. Therefore, whether one lives out the moment or pursues gain over the long term is a matter of emotionally intelligent conduct and weighing decisions. Someone who is free and full of life does not always choose to delay gratification; rather, she or he is smart about when to seek enjoyment and when to wait.

There is also a collection of favorite reads.

On Being
Maria Popova — Cartographer of Meaning in a Digital World

Reading this content can be hard. I admit, i don’t always have the patience for it. My life at this moment is still a life of growth. The past year and a half i felt a difference almost every day. And yet sometimes when i read back an old post, of let’s say a year ago, it feels like i am the same person with the same questions, the same wants and the same needs. Even a post from nineteen years ago still feels like being from me. But yes, i do feel i am changing. Blossoming might be the right word.

Published on April 29, 2016 at 6:00 by

Paul van Ostaijen, 22 February 1896 – 18 March 1928

Music-Hall, a anthology of works from Paul van Ostaijen. I bought this book 3 June 1978.

Today, King’s Day here in the Netherlands, i was thinking about my post for tomorrow. I really loved bumping into Lucebert’s poem yesterday. So i was thinking of making a post about him. It’s just, i don’t have a history with Lucebert. Apart from the line alles van waarde is weerloos. So my mind jumped to one other person i know. This book i have for a very long time. His poem Polonaise is used in a book from Tonke Dragt, Torenhoog en mijlenbreed (High as a tower and miles wide).

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Paul van Ostaijen is a Belgian poet and writer. He died young, when he was 32 years old. Polonaise and Marc groet ‘s morgens de dingen are the main poems i know. I’ve read more, but these two have stuck to me.

Enjoy 🙂

Polonaise
Ik zag Cecilia komen
op een zomernacht
twee oren om te horen
twee ogen om te zien
twee handen om te grijpen
en verre vingers tien
    Ik zag Cecilia komen
    op een zomernacht
        aan haar rechterhand is Hansje
        aan haar linkerhand is Grietje
            Hansje heeft een rozekransje
            Grietje een vergeet-mij-nietje
                de menseëter heeft ze niet gegeten
                ik heb ze niet vergeten
                    ei ei ik en gij
                    de ezel speelt schalmei
voor Hansje en voor Grietje
Hansje met zijn rozekransje
Grietje met haar vergeet-mij-nietje
zijn langs de sterren gegaan
      Venus is van koper
      de andere zijn goedkoper
      de andere zijn van blik
      en van safraan
      is Janneke-maan
            Twee oren om te oren
            twee ogen om te zien
Twee handen in het lege
en verre vingers tien

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Polonaise – Gerard Kockelmans (1925-1965)

inbetween

Another poem i really like.

Marc groet 's morgens de dingen
Dag ventje met de fiets op de vaas met de bloem
                                    ploem ploem
dag stoel naast de tafel
dag brood op de tafel
dag visserke-vis met de pijp
            en
dag visserke-vis met de pet
         pet en pijp
      van het visserke-vis
         goeiendag
Daa-ag vis
dag lieve vis
dag klein visselijn mijn

Marc groet ‘s morgens de dingen

Published on April 28, 2016 at 6:00 by

The worth of the world

I’m not interested in the wealth of all the people in the world and its distribution. Not for this post anyway. No, it is the worth of the world. What would it cost to buy the world.

I do have an idea. Of course. My first thought is that it is immeasurable expensive. Far beyond the total wealth of all the people of this world. Which is around $241,000,000,000,000.

$241 trillion.

The worth of the world must be a trillion times a trillion times a trillion, and so on, and so on. Infinite.

I did do a search for this amount, but it is hard to find a thoughtful answer.

What is the total net worth of the world?
If we were to just simply add up the net worth in today’s US dollars of everyone/entities on the planet, what would the number be? Also, is this number a meaningless one not worth calculating? Is there a better way to approach this?

1 Answer
Anand Subbiah, eNgInEeR
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It may be hard to calculate the asset to bring the value in whole number .As we have natural resources by the time we sit and calculated total value of natural resources, man made assets the market fluctuations may change the value .

How much would it cost to buy the world?

Anonymous
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$80 Trillion

$80 Trillion is simply the gross world product. This number is a rough estimate of the lowest amount of the worth of the world.

Next, i looked into the list of the wealthiest people in the world: The World’s Billionaires. Below is a copy of the list of 2016 Billionaires.

No. Name Net worth (USD) Age Nationality Source(s) of wealth
1 Gates, Bill $75.0 billion  60 United States Microsoft
2 Ortega, Amancio $67.0 billion  79 Spain Inditex
3 Buffett, Warren $60.8 billion  85 United States Berkshire Hathaway
4 Slim, Carlos $50.0 billion  76 Mexico Telmex, Grupo Carso
5 Bezos, Jeff $45.2 billion  52 United States Amazon.com
6 Zuckerberg, Mark $44.6 billion  31 United States Facebook
7 Ellison, Larry $43.6 billion  71 United States Oracle Corporation
8 Bloomberg, Michael $40.0 billion  74 United States Bloomberg L.P.
9 Koch, Charles $39.6 billion  80 United States Koch Industries
9 Koch, David $39.6 billion  75 United States Koch Industries
10 Bettencourt, Liliane $36.1 billion  93 France L’Oreal

I compared this with the list of wealthiest Dutch people.

World ranking Name Citizenship Net worth (USD) Sources of wealth
107 Charlene de Carvalho-Heineken Netherlands 11.6 billion  Heineken
405 Frits Goldschmeding Netherlands 4.1 billion  Randstad Holding
847 Hans Melchers Netherlands 2.2 billion  HAL Investments
894 Wim Van Der Leegte Netherlands 2.1 billion  VDL Groep
1054 John de Mol Netherlands 1.8 billion  Endemol, Talpa, SBS Broadcasting Group
1190 Joop van den Ende Netherlands 1.6 billion  Endemol
1250 Kommer Damen Netherlands 1.5 billion  Damen Group
1250 Ralph Sonnenberg Netherlands 1.5 billion  Hunter Douglas
1638 Carolus Nolet, Sr. Netherlands 1.1 billion  Ketel One

I started with looking for the wealth of the Orange-Nassau family, the Dutch royal family. This is estimated to around 1.1 billion, in 2004. Old money.

Still, i am no closer to the answer to my question: what is the worth of the world?

I did this search in Dutch. I searched for the terms waarde (worth) en wereld (world).

An islamic blogpost turned up: Worth of the worldly life. I did read this page. Quickly i admit. Too quick to say anything meaningful about this.

Another result pointed to Lucebert. A line from one of his poems, de zeer oude zingt. That line was put on top of an insurance company, next to the art academy i went to.

Alles van waarde is weerloos

The adjective “weerloos” can mean “defenseless”, “helpless”, or “naked”, so the meaning is “All things of value are defenseless/helpless/naked”.

De zeer oude zingt
er is niet meer bij weinig
noch is er minder
nog is onzeker wat er was
wat wordt wordt willoos
eerst als het is is het ernst
het herinnert zich heilloos
en blijft ijlings

alles van waarde is weerloos
wordt van aanraakbaarheid rijk
en aan alles gelijk

als het hart van de tijd
als het hart van de tijd

The very old one sings
there is not more in little
nor is there less
still is uncertain what was
what is to be will be will-less
first when it is it is serious
fruitless it recollects itself
and stays in great haste

all things of value are defenceless
grow rich from touchability
and equal to everything

like the heart of time
like the heart of time

© Translation: 2011, Diane Butterman

Last words of today
A rambling post. My apologies. To me there is some sense in all this.

Too many thoughts run in my mind.

Thinking back of a few months ago, when i came across of a current art school student. She was building and rebuilding a circle for half a day. Against the ownership of all the land in the world, everything divided neatly into countries. At the time i felt it was a good thought, but impossible to make a reality in any way in this world as it is today.

The world as it is today.

Dreadful. Gruesome. Horrible. Terrible. Appalling. Awful. Atrocious.

It is also still stunningly beautiful. Breathtakingly stunningly gorgeous. Magnificent. Splendid. Wonderful. Lovely.

I am happy i discovered Lucebert again.

I am happy.

Published on April 27, 2016 at 6:00 by

Monday, 25 April 2016

I got out around a quarter past nine. Well, i did get out earlier, around seven thirty, gave my cats a bit of food, went to the toilet and went back in bed. I did check my rss feeds for around 15 minutes. Then i turned over.

So when i got out, i cleaned the catty litter box, brushed around the box to get it clean, gave my cats some new water. I put on an egg with water to softly boil. Went behind the computer. Hmm… not sure, i could have sat behind my computer first. Well, i forgot! But i know i did sit behind the computer and posted on facebook about my post about the Vredestuin. After i reread the post and corrected a few things.

The water for my egg boiled. I turn it of and set the timer on my phone. Four minutes. I slice the remaining pieces of bread. Yes. Some butter, some pepper, some salt. Breakfast!

Some vanilla world of warcraft. Two quests done. Some cooking. A bit of blacksmithing. My paladin did turn 31 today!

Shopping. Got me some honey, peanut butter, two croissants, yoghurt, cottage cheese. Also some cream for coffee, noodle soup, cat food, toilet paper.

When i got back home i did do some work. Updating some wordpress, some plugins. Adding a twitter plugin, setting the customer key. Done.

Turning on the television. Escape to the Country. Yeah. I love this show. 🙂

Around five i turned on the oven. Using a very simple recipe from James Martin. Only flour, salt, bicarbonate, buttermilk. No honey, no butter, no eggs. I did add a few more drops of the buttermilk, it got very dry.

Phonecall about the work i just did. Went well.

Bread and soup for dinner. The parsnips i put in cold water, they got a bit dry. I’ll cook them tomorrow.

Watched some De wereld draait door. Nothing too exciting. Nothing much i want to know. Koken met van Boven. Chickpeas! Hmm, that farinata looks great. I should go and get me some chickpea flour and make one. With the hummus, the fried chickpeas and the spinach. And some feta. Oooh……..

And in the meantime i’m thinking about what to do for this post. So i go sit behind the computer, write something on facebook. Started this post. Look for the title of Koken met van Boven.

OK, done. A longer post than i anticipated. And now, i think i’m gonna watch some Masterchef. And then.. Game of Thrones, S06E01. Yay!

PS. Pfff, Game of Thrones fell through. Will watch it some time this tuesday.

Published on April 26, 2016 at 6:00 by