Tim's Trail of Trees Part II

Since I am the most important person in the universe, it's up to me to decide when you guys are allowed to continue on the Tree Trail. And that day is today. It's all about gaining fans and by doing this, my popularity will continue rising so that I won't have to take crappy jobs in Ruth & Rolph's Little Theater of Farms and Animals anymore, but I will be aired live on tv and won't get any complaints emails anymore. I KNOW those theater jobs are bad, but I have to do them to get some muney, ok?


You have either fallen into the valkuil, found the treasure, or pulled your carrot out of your pants, it doesn't matter at all since the beast from the bushes is coming anyway, whether you like it or not. Finally it jumps out and you see it's a Bulbasaur. What do you do? Choose one of following options.

You throw a pokéball.
You decide to go with your carrot and use it as a sword, slashing it at the green knapsack on his back.
You flee.

Bro game VII: 'eey, be quiet now eh'

Why should there always be talking in a conversation? Yet another excellent bro game, this time to be played over an audio connection. This can happen in your favorite chat programs, by calling from pc to pc, but also just by a simple old school phone call. Who said phone booths should have been destroyed when Jean-Luc Dehaene hit the 400lbs mark? The game starts whenever one bro speaks out the line 'eey, be quiet now eh?', after which both parties should stop talking, sneezing, coughing .. anything. Breathing is allowed, but only in silence. The first bro to start talking again loses. Obviously, you don't need to stay quiet the entire time. Stupid games are for kids. Fun games are for bros. Whenever a bro mentions 'now a pause' both bros can start talking again without any repercussions. However, if one bro speaks the words 'pause is over', then both should drop back to il silenzio.
Obviously, it is allowed during the silenceness to say 'Hallo' with your handpuppet and it's silly voice.

Mail to david galle!

What's missing in Prague?

Today it hit me. Today I realized what I’ve been missing all this time ever since I first arrived in Prague. I know now what made my experience here so strange to me. I don’t remember how the thought entered my mind; which notion might have led to it or which of the many images that pass through my brain the whole day could have induced it. I know it occurred to me during an Operational Excellence training at work. This training wasn’t fairly interesting since I had seen all of the matter in my economy studies, which gave me plenty of time to wonder off. At some point , without specific considerations or regrets, without thinking of what I might possibly be missing in my new life or even what’s different, and while some Petr was trying to teach me the fine details of high level process engineering, the following thought crossed my mind. “Since I got to Prague, I didn’t see a helicopter anymore.”

Something about it was hugely depressing. Having lived most of my life in a crazy farmer town about twenty miles from Antwerp and two in the actual city, you can’t exactly say I lived in helicopter Walhalla. There is no Bell or Robinson factory anywhere near where I lived, and most people there still use their car to go to work. Still I got to see my share of helicopters when I was in Belgium. Whether wondering around the streets of Malle, or sleeping at my place in Antwerp, once in a while I would be greeted by the familiar dug dug dug coming from the horizon in a sforzando that would make my day. Every single time I would raise my head to see if I could spot the raiders of the sky and check if any new types had been introduced in Belgium. Nothing like that here. Here there is no police helicopter code named Rago who would wake me up at ten. There’s no businessman who flies his chopper to work like the one at the industrial park in Oelegem. You don’t even see the army flying here. The whole sky is quiet. And it made me sad.

I started thinking about why this sudden absence made me feel this way, and couldn’t come up with an answer straight away. I don’t think it’s because I liked being woken up by Rago that much. I think it’s because I like the air to be filled with things like butterflies, birds and helicopters. The air should be the playground of all that’s beautiful, honest and noisy. A helicopter won’t tell you you look nice in the morning, when you’re sure you don’t.

Maybe I miss the wondering.

Tim's Trail of Trees

All on the trail, let the fun trip begin! As I'm the official referee of about any game in the world, I will also be leading the group on Tim's Trail of Trees. Up to you blog-readers to finish the trail. At the end of the Tree Trail you'll find the real Tim waiting for you. Make sure you find all the treasures on the way along! But be careful, the woods are dangerous. Here we go.

As you're walking along the trail of trees, you know there's no way you will get lost. On either side of the path you are surrounded by beautiful trees that keep you on track. The trees are kinda big though. Scary almost. Eek! What was that? Why did you scream like a little girl? Why are you running all of a sudden? You are being chased! You won't make it till the end of the trail if you're gonna keep running. Or maybe you'll get there faster! This is your conscience playing. Now make the decision. You can only click on one choice.

Are you gonna keep running, are you gonna slow down and start walking, or are you gonna turn around and slash the thing that's chasing you with your sword?

Battle of the Tim's

All you readers have seen there's now three Tim's on this blog, but which one is The Tim? Actually, this one's so obvious that we shouldn't spend too much time on the subject. Who is the real Tim? Let's take a closer look. One of the profiles has a Bro-quote on it. Obviously this is the shared account of Tim and Raf. Another profile has an avatar of comic book hero and Jef Nys creation 'Jommeke' in it. Clearly this is the account of Jommeke from Zonnedorp (Sun Village). Then there's this last profile. It has an official Timbo picture to go, but it's crying out so much Tim-spice that everyone can tell it's not his real account. This one's def fakey. Probably the fakest of all three.

Conclusion: Tim has turned into a robot.

Serious conclusion: Tim might have turned into a robot, but let's all follow Tim's Trail of Trees to make sure!

*hops onto the Tree Trail*

Anyone come with me?

Spring Time

Everybody! Spring has arrived in the jolly country of Belgium, which means we can all go out hunting unicorns again. Just a few things you'll need to start Spring.

Coughing medicine: Winter is leaving but it won't be leaving smooth! Or how would you like it if you were attending a fun party and suddenly you get asked to leave because some girl named April just arrived, telling everyone she thinks it's time for you to go, just because you look way too cool for her and it's making her uncomfortable? (which is like not a reason to ever leave a fun party. [While it is a reason to leave a dull party]) Wouldn't you stick your tongue into her throat and donate all your germs? I would. Get some of the following ingredients. Dextromethorphan, Turpentine Oil, Camphor, Menthol, Guafenisen, Brompheniramine, Saliva, Antihistamine, Bourbon, Phenylephrine, Eucalyptol, Phenylpropanolamine. Create a potion with them. Don't worry, those ingredients won't harm you. They're meant to kill the diseases, not the good stuff inside you.

Paper bag: To collect the bird eggs in that you will steal from their nests.

Cardboard box: To keep the paper bag in until it is May. In Maygh, every bird will lay an aygg. Take paper bag out of box at 1st of May.

One apple seed: To burry into your yard. Get your hopes up to finally start growing that apple tree you always wanted.

Lariat: To catch unicorns. Details about catching unicorns will follow later. Obviously I want to catch the first one.

This is basically it. There isn't anything else you will have to use during the entire spring. Doesn't this make Spring awesome? I think it does.