Hey there dear reader.
I got my final christmas shopping done today, well actually it was my initial christmas shopping as well, since I'm the do-everything-at-the-last-minute-preferrably-later kind of guy. Turns out it took no more than an hour, planning ahead for the win. Well looks like we'll be having a non-white christmas this year since it's warm outside and raining. Not a fan of snow, but I appreciate the atmosphere it brings on christmas.
Well I wish a merry christmas to everyone out there.
Have fun take care and remember to stuff yourselves full of christmas food, it's good for you.
Oh... yeah that's right... random quotes that recently made my day.
Robban: "I saw this really cool thing on the internet the other day... a movie called "levitation" ,there was this one guy on a street in India, walking, then all of a sudden he started to float, straight up. It was so cool.
Tore: Well excuse me for being a sceptic, but I usually believe more in the laws of physics than the internet. That movie is a fake. Probably made by hanging in wires or something.
Robban: no no I swear there was nothing fake about it, it was completely real...
Tore: Robban, I have just one thing to say to you... "Jurassic park"
Well good night cyberspace... wherever you are
Friday, December 23, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
So, in case you haven't noticed, it's christmas time. You know every shopowners opportunity to sell things that they haven't been able to during the year, and at an inflated price too. Don't get me wrong I don't mind the idea of christmas, people being nice to one another, giving stuff and an exaggerated consumtion of food. Things that I do mind though is the stress, the pressure and everything around it that's designed just to make us spend our money.
I was at a christmas fair this weekend, after 10 minutes I was getting tired of christmas already, after half an hour I was on the virge of collapsing into a catatonic state on the ground, right between the stand with handmade garden gnomes and the booth with christmas-reindeer-sausage. If someone would have walked up to me and said "merry christmas" with a smile, I swear I would have punched him in the face... repeatedly
What christmas needs is a year without hysteria, without ultra-mega-super-duper-christmas sales and no bright shiny neon-santas in every corner. No, I don't see that happening either.
At the moment we're now three people living in our apartment. A friend of my roomies is living with us. Not an ideal situation spacewise, but we manage. This has lead to a slightly neater apartment since our new guest has kinda another level of tolerance for disorder than me and my roomie.
Tomorrow is the award ceremony for the noble prize winners. Oddly enough, I was neither given a nobel prize or even invited to the party. Must have been some kind of mistake, I will have to get in touch with the nobelcommittee so this won't be repeated.
I'm watching David Letterman with one eye as I'm writing this. And something struck me. Why do all talkshow hosts need an announcer that shouts out the hosts name in a loud and annoying voice, you know "Aaaaaaanddddd live from the Ed Sullivan theatre, it's the Deeeyaaaavid Letterman show". Is it just to remind himself what his name is? Is it for the tv-audience ? Are we that illiterate that we can't read the large letters on the TV-screen, explaining to us just what the guy with the annoying voice is shouting ? Or maybe it's the other way around, it's really some kind of subtitle to what the announcer is shouting. Yeah well in my opinion... the world needs announcers about as much as it needs another online-poker site.
Random quote that made my day
"Cleaning is for those who are just too lazy to search"
Until next update,
Good night cyberspace, wherever you are
I was at a christmas fair this weekend, after 10 minutes I was getting tired of christmas already, after half an hour I was on the virge of collapsing into a catatonic state on the ground, right between the stand with handmade garden gnomes and the booth with christmas-reindeer-sausage. If someone would have walked up to me and said "merry christmas" with a smile, I swear I would have punched him in the face... repeatedly
What christmas needs is a year without hysteria, without ultra-mega-super-duper-christmas sales and no bright shiny neon-santas in every corner. No, I don't see that happening either.
At the moment we're now three people living in our apartment. A friend of my roomies is living with us. Not an ideal situation spacewise, but we manage. This has lead to a slightly neater apartment since our new guest has kinda another level of tolerance for disorder than me and my roomie.
Tomorrow is the award ceremony for the noble prize winners. Oddly enough, I was neither given a nobel prize or even invited to the party. Must have been some kind of mistake, I will have to get in touch with the nobelcommittee so this won't be repeated.
I'm watching David Letterman with one eye as I'm writing this. And something struck me. Why do all talkshow hosts need an announcer that shouts out the hosts name in a loud and annoying voice, you know "Aaaaaaanddddd live from the Ed Sullivan theatre, it's the Deeeyaaaavid Letterman show". Is it just to remind himself what his name is? Is it for the tv-audience ? Are we that illiterate that we can't read the large letters on the TV-screen, explaining to us just what the guy with the annoying voice is shouting ? Or maybe it's the other way around, it's really some kind of subtitle to what the announcer is shouting. Yeah well in my opinion... the world needs announcers about as much as it needs another online-poker site.
Random quote that made my day
"Cleaning is for those who are just too lazy to search"
Until next update,
Good night cyberspace, wherever you are
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Playing in winamp: Suicide is painless
On TV: Some random B-grade not-even-action-flick
On the bookshelf: Nothing at the moment, waiting for A feast for crows, the fourth book in "a song of ice and fire"
State of our flat: Slightly messy, but better than usual. It consumes light bulbs at a rate that an indian fakir would envy.
State of me: Not sure, probably burnt out or some other mainstream populistic ailment. Oh... and poor as a church rat, but what else is new.
State of my nightly dreams: Not sure there either, pretty sure that some Freudian would love to dig in though. Or what would you say about: throwing myself onto a table just to get a moviestars attention, only to deliver the earth-shattering line "Oh my god, Sarah Chalke, it's really you, I loved your work in "scrubs" ". Ready for the looney-bin, yeah I aggree.
State of my love/sexlife: You really had to ask, didn't you ?
Weekly critiscism of the contemporary: Why does it have to be so dark during the winter? I'm sure soon white cold things will start falling out of the sky too.
Looking forawrd to: Harry Pootter and the goblet of fire on the movies. Yeah I like the movies, so sue me.
Well goodnight Cyberspace, whereever you are.
On TV: Some random B-grade not-even-action-flick
On the bookshelf: Nothing at the moment, waiting for A feast for crows, the fourth book in "a song of ice and fire"
State of our flat: Slightly messy, but better than usual. It consumes light bulbs at a rate that an indian fakir would envy.
State of me: Not sure, probably burnt out or some other mainstream populistic ailment. Oh... and poor as a church rat, but what else is new.
State of my nightly dreams: Not sure there either, pretty sure that some Freudian would love to dig in though. Or what would you say about: throwing myself onto a table just to get a moviestars attention, only to deliver the earth-shattering line "Oh my god, Sarah Chalke, it's really you, I loved your work in "scrubs" ". Ready for the looney-bin, yeah I aggree.
State of my love/sexlife: You really had to ask, didn't you ?
Weekly critiscism of the contemporary: Why does it have to be so dark during the winter? I'm sure soon white cold things will start falling out of the sky too.
Looking forawrd to: Harry Pootter and the goblet of fire on the movies. Yeah I like the movies, so sue me.
Well goodnight Cyberspace, whereever you are.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Hello hello!
So some pretty strange surrealistic things have happened to me in the past week... like for instance my roomie saying "I'm gonna swim the english channel" and mean it.
Speaking of surrealistic the movie I'm not watching at the moment just delivered the line "braveheart meets liberace", a line like that can't in anyone mind make up something non-surrealistic. I suppose the line about liberace and Mel Gibson was about some kind of avantgarde creation by some drugged-out clothes designer.
Oh while we're on the subject of pop-culture the first hit-single I'm going to release when I become a famous musician is "wake me up when radio stops playing that "#"¤&¤#%#¤# Green day-song". Geez people, september is OVER! Now if only green day would take the hint.
Well while we're waiting for my musical breakthrough I will be do my best impression of a swiss cheese. My arms are full of holes and bandaid. (pictures will come, sympathy appreciated) Basically I've agreed to particiapate in a medical study. It's not that much of a burden, but they do however steal some fo your blood every 30 minutes.... and put pointy things in your belly. On a slight side note, when will someone develop band-aids that don't give you the medical equivalent of a waxing when they come off.
Other news...Me and my friends have started playing poker. I won our first tournament, this brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it. (Bonus points for catching the reference) Basically that means I have to bring the whiskey for the our next tournament.
I've gotten addicted to a reality show. It's called FC Z and it's about 15 guys that has never been on a soccer-field in their lives, ever, and 2 enthusiastic soccer trainers. The task is to teach these ahem, sportingly-impaired, guys to play soccer and at the end of the season face the reigning Swedish champions in soccer. The amount of suckitude that these guys possess is amazing, they played the first game versus a team of 14-yearold girls and lost 0-6. Compared to these guys... I'm captain of the Swedish national squad. Let's put it this way, Manchester City wins derbys more often than these guys complete a pass. But boy do they have heart... and that makes the whole thing enjoyable.
Well... it's late and I have to head to bed. Sorry about the rather brief update...
Goodnight Cyberspace, wherever you are
So some pretty strange surrealistic things have happened to me in the past week... like for instance my roomie saying "I'm gonna swim the english channel" and mean it.
Speaking of surrealistic the movie I'm not watching at the moment just delivered the line "braveheart meets liberace", a line like that can't in anyone mind make up something non-surrealistic. I suppose the line about liberace and Mel Gibson was about some kind of avantgarde creation by some drugged-out clothes designer.
Oh while we're on the subject of pop-culture the first hit-single I'm going to release when I become a famous musician is "wake me up when radio stops playing that "#"¤&¤#%#¤# Green day-song". Geez people, september is OVER! Now if only green day would take the hint.
Well while we're waiting for my musical breakthrough I will be do my best impression of a swiss cheese. My arms are full of holes and bandaid. (pictures will come, sympathy appreciated) Basically I've agreed to particiapate in a medical study. It's not that much of a burden, but they do however steal some fo your blood every 30 minutes.... and put pointy things in your belly. On a slight side note, when will someone develop band-aids that don't give you the medical equivalent of a waxing when they come off.
Other news...Me and my friends have started playing poker. I won our first tournament, this brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it. (Bonus points for catching the reference) Basically that means I have to bring the whiskey for the our next tournament.
I've gotten addicted to a reality show. It's called FC Z and it's about 15 guys that has never been on a soccer-field in their lives, ever, and 2 enthusiastic soccer trainers. The task is to teach these ahem, sportingly-impaired, guys to play soccer and at the end of the season face the reigning Swedish champions in soccer. The amount of suckitude that these guys possess is amazing, they played the first game versus a team of 14-yearold girls and lost 0-6. Compared to these guys... I'm captain of the Swedish national squad. Let's put it this way, Manchester City wins derbys more often than these guys complete a pass. But boy do they have heart... and that makes the whole thing enjoyable.
Well... it's late and I have to head to bed. Sorry about the rather brief update...
Goodnight Cyberspace, wherever you are
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Long time no see dear reader!
This time I'll be talking about contrasts, I find them fascinating in most aspects. I find them humorous at times, when they surprise me, I find them erotic at times, black against pale skin, and I find them pretty speaking at times.
I was watching a late night show called "good night Sweden" earlier. An interviewer - Kristian Luuk - was interviewing one of Swedens best domestic actors, Mikael Persbrant. It was interesting to hear them talk, because Persbrant is not like most celebrities, he speaks very openly about many things, for instance how secure he feels in his masculinity. He's very perceptive and has a healthy dose of self-insight and he is never afraid to tell about his shortcomings. Well as I was watching, the channel switched to commercial and I was suddenly watching a live-recording of a David Hasselhoff-concert from whenever in "anywhere, USA" As hundreds of small lights on mr Hasselhoffs suit started flashing in beat to the music, I calmly thought to myself "This, my friend is a study in contrasts"
A couple of weeks back a friend of mine got married. (A big shoutout to Christian & Maria!! ) Me and my friends were invited to the wedding and I was going to be hitching a ride with them to get to the wedding around 50 miles out of town or so. Well on the day of the wedding my friends was caught up in a fenderbender, and thw whole thing could probably have been resolved with ease, if it hadn't been for the small fact that Sara was driving her fathers _french_ car. Yup a french car, with french plates... and with french insurance-claim forms. The situation was probably not helped by the fact that there was a Norwegian car involved too. By the time Sara reached my apartment, Christian was probably halfway through saying "I do".
Well well, we arrived at the church fashionably late, just in time to see the newlywed couple come out of the church. So congratulations and wellwishes ensued and some rice-throwing too.
Then we're on to the wedding reception, but first Sara and her boyfriend want to check into their hotel they will be staying at. We decided that we would leave the car outside the hotel and walk to the place where the reception was being held, but we were a bit unsure of the way, so we decided to do the smart thing and ask for directions. The man we talked to looked at us sceptically as we stood there in suits and gowns... "sure, but you can't _walk_ there, you know" "but we have plenty of time" we protested. JHe gave in and gave us the directions, and after a short walk of, say no more than 8 minutes, we found ourselves there. We had a heartily laugh and said "sure, but you can't _walk_ there" amongst ourselves over and over again, in various funny voices. Apparently there's a contrast between city-people and small-town-people when it comes to distances.
We had plenty of fun at the reception, but in the end it was time for me and my other friend Stefan to go home. I had in good time checked out when the buses were scheduled to depart, there was one leaving at 11:04 and one leaving at 3:04, since I was feeling abit sick we decided to leave on the first. We walked down to the busstop with plenty of time to spare... or so we thought... we were dumbfounded, shocked, baffled flabberghasted and surprised to see our bus leave the bus stop just as we came walking at 10:54. Some cursage ensued. But then we realised why... "The contrast". Since our destination was so far away by small-town-peoples standards the bus just simply _had to_ leave 10 minutes early to get there on time.
We returned to the reception and had to endure many strange looks by all the people that we had shook hands with not more than 20 minutes earlier, thanking them for the party. The night ended with an afterparty in a hotelroom crammed with 13 semi-drunk wedding-guests. Let me assure you that we left with PLENTY of time to spare for the 3:04 bus.
Other things that has happened since last... I went to Stockholm again. This time not to meet up with any enchanting girls though. This time I instead crammed myself into the car with 3 other geeks. Shortly... I went to a gaming convention. It was a nice experience on some parts... a not so great on other parts. The main objective was to play in the nationals of a cardgame that I play, it went fairly well, I finished second, this meant that I won some cash and that I'm qualified for the European championships. The thing that was not so good was the place that the convention was being held at... poor ventilation in the sleeping quarters was only one of the things that was bad. The thing about participators of a gaming convention is that they are without a doubt mostly males, cramming a lot of males into a room with poor ventilation and letting them spend 8 hours there... has its disadvatages. The situation wasn't really helped by the discovery that the room had the largest ventilation system in the western hemisphere (Japan and Russia included) THAT WAS TURNED OFF!!
Yeah, well eventually that part was sorted out... For a moment I thought back to my last visit in Stockholm... "yes, my friend, this is a contrast"
Random quote that made my day:
As we were driving back we were talking about an acquaintance of mine and a friend of one of the other travellers.
"So what does Jonte B do for a living ?" I inquired.
"He's stuying to become a school-teacher" Mattias replied.
"I just don't understand, fuck, I would rather shoot myself than become a teacher" He continued "like in the leg or something.... so it would hurt like hell... but not kill me"
That's all for now... good night cyberspace, wherever you are!
This time I'll be talking about contrasts, I find them fascinating in most aspects. I find them humorous at times, when they surprise me, I find them erotic at times, black against pale skin, and I find them pretty speaking at times.
I was watching a late night show called "good night Sweden" earlier. An interviewer - Kristian Luuk - was interviewing one of Swedens best domestic actors, Mikael Persbrant. It was interesting to hear them talk, because Persbrant is not like most celebrities, he speaks very openly about many things, for instance how secure he feels in his masculinity. He's very perceptive and has a healthy dose of self-insight and he is never afraid to tell about his shortcomings. Well as I was watching, the channel switched to commercial and I was suddenly watching a live-recording of a David Hasselhoff-concert from whenever in "anywhere, USA" As hundreds of small lights on mr Hasselhoffs suit started flashing in beat to the music, I calmly thought to myself "This, my friend is a study in contrasts"
A couple of weeks back a friend of mine got married. (A big shoutout to Christian & Maria!! ) Me and my friends were invited to the wedding and I was going to be hitching a ride with them to get to the wedding around 50 miles out of town or so. Well on the day of the wedding my friends was caught up in a fenderbender, and thw whole thing could probably have been resolved with ease, if it hadn't been for the small fact that Sara was driving her fathers _french_ car. Yup a french car, with french plates... and with french insurance-claim forms. The situation was probably not helped by the fact that there was a Norwegian car involved too. By the time Sara reached my apartment, Christian was probably halfway through saying "I do".
Well well, we arrived at the church fashionably late, just in time to see the newlywed couple come out of the church. So congratulations and wellwishes ensued and some rice-throwing too.
Then we're on to the wedding reception, but first Sara and her boyfriend want to check into their hotel they will be staying at. We decided that we would leave the car outside the hotel and walk to the place where the reception was being held, but we were a bit unsure of the way, so we decided to do the smart thing and ask for directions. The man we talked to looked at us sceptically as we stood there in suits and gowns... "sure, but you can't _walk_ there, you know" "but we have plenty of time" we protested. JHe gave in and gave us the directions, and after a short walk of, say no more than 8 minutes, we found ourselves there. We had a heartily laugh and said "sure, but you can't _walk_ there" amongst ourselves over and over again, in various funny voices. Apparently there's a contrast between city-people and small-town-people when it comes to distances.
We had plenty of fun at the reception, but in the end it was time for me and my other friend Stefan to go home. I had in good time checked out when the buses were scheduled to depart, there was one leaving at 11:04 and one leaving at 3:04, since I was feeling abit sick we decided to leave on the first. We walked down to the busstop with plenty of time to spare... or so we thought... we were dumbfounded, shocked, baffled flabberghasted and surprised to see our bus leave the bus stop just as we came walking at 10:54. Some cursage ensued. But then we realised why... "The contrast". Since our destination was so far away by small-town-peoples standards the bus just simply _had to_ leave 10 minutes early to get there on time.
We returned to the reception and had to endure many strange looks by all the people that we had shook hands with not more than 20 minutes earlier, thanking them for the party. The night ended with an afterparty in a hotelroom crammed with 13 semi-drunk wedding-guests. Let me assure you that we left with PLENTY of time to spare for the 3:04 bus.
Other things that has happened since last... I went to Stockholm again. This time not to meet up with any enchanting girls though. This time I instead crammed myself into the car with 3 other geeks. Shortly... I went to a gaming convention. It was a nice experience on some parts... a not so great on other parts. The main objective was to play in the nationals of a cardgame that I play, it went fairly well, I finished second, this meant that I won some cash and that I'm qualified for the European championships. The thing that was not so good was the place that the convention was being held at... poor ventilation in the sleeping quarters was only one of the things that was bad. The thing about participators of a gaming convention is that they are without a doubt mostly males, cramming a lot of males into a room with poor ventilation and letting them spend 8 hours there... has its disadvatages. The situation wasn't really helped by the discovery that the room had the largest ventilation system in the western hemisphere (Japan and Russia included) THAT WAS TURNED OFF!!
Yeah, well eventually that part was sorted out... For a moment I thought back to my last visit in Stockholm... "yes, my friend, this is a contrast"
Random quote that made my day:
As we were driving back we were talking about an acquaintance of mine and a friend of one of the other travellers.
"So what does Jonte B do for a living ?" I inquired.
"He's stuying to become a school-teacher" Mattias replied.
"I just don't understand, fuck, I would rather shoot myself than become a teacher" He continued "like in the leg or something.... so it would hurt like hell... but not kill me"
That's all for now... good night cyberspace, wherever you are!
Monday, September 05, 2005
Excuse me, do you know the way to the ladies room ?
Well it's that time of the week again. Time for another piece of biting critiscism of the contemporary. "Hubris" ? Surely, you jest dear comrade.
Well since last my words graced your computer screen I have bene fraternising with freshmen at university, revisited friends lost to the alluring south and consuming way too much alcohol.
People anxious for recensions of say... restaurants, keep reading because I have some very important advice for you.
But I've been thinking about something, what's with people who say that they like Oasis ? In 2005 ? Is it irony ? I just don't get it...
So what's with this restaurant ? This happened on my way to Skåne to visit my friends there. I could spend hours coming up with suitable sarcasms for this joint, but I've realised that they're not even worthy of that. So without further ado: THE ROAD JOINT I VISITED CHARGED ME 92 CROWNS* FOR A BURGER WITH FRIES AND SODA, AND THE BURGER DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A TOMATO SLICE!!! Since I'm the slightly rebellious type (quit your laughing, dammit) I took 2 plates of salad from the free salad buffet. (I can still see you laughing). It took the rest of my entire trip and 2 schnapses to get me wound down again after this highway robbery.
Well, the morning after was of course an experience about as pleasant as a rootcanal done with radioactive waste. How come you never learn. We had breakfast with little conversation except for the occasional grunting and pointing in the direction of a desired breakfast food. The journey home was very quiet with three people sleeping in the backseat and two people nearly sleeping in the front seat. Yeah well I can't really answer for Marie-Louise, (the driver and saving godess of all things bright shiny and snuggly) but if it hadn't been for the music I would have fallen asleep too.
We made a stop at the road joint from hell on the way back too... I decided to take a leak. I walked over to the toilets, opened the door and went in and there I was met by a gaze that you would give someone that had just confessed to listening to spice girls. There stood a gorgeous girl that said those magic three words that you're just waiting to hear: "it's the ladies". As if this moment of insane humiliation wasn't enough for a poor guy, my brain made the dubious decision of not believing the girl. Instead it ceased control of my body (a brain ceasing control of its body, who would have thunk it ?) and made it walk out of the toilet to check the sign on the door. THEN, and here's when things go ugly, kids and sensitive readers consider yourselves warned, I decide to walk into the toilet again, to apologise or something. Not only has the handsome girl been joined by her equally handsome friend, Dude Dudeson that was also planning on relieving his bladder followed me inside. This time I did the right thing and fled, taking Dude with me. Dude never got the explanation that he surely felt the world (and I) owed him.
Thank you god for granting me a truly seinfeldian moment.
With that disturbing image I leave you dear reader.
Good night cyberspace, whereever you are.
*) Roughly 13 USdollars
Well it's that time of the week again. Time for another piece of biting critiscism of the contemporary. "Hubris" ? Surely, you jest dear comrade.
Well since last my words graced your computer screen I have bene fraternising with freshmen at university, revisited friends lost to the alluring south and consuming way too much alcohol.
People anxious for recensions of say... restaurants, keep reading because I have some very important advice for you.
But I've been thinking about something, what's with people who say that they like Oasis ? In 2005 ? Is it irony ? I just don't get it...
So what's with this restaurant ? This happened on my way to Skåne to visit my friends there. I could spend hours coming up with suitable sarcasms for this joint, but I've realised that they're not even worthy of that. So without further ado: THE ROAD JOINT I VISITED CHARGED ME 92 CROWNS* FOR A BURGER WITH FRIES AND SODA, AND THE BURGER DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A TOMATO SLICE!!! Since I'm the slightly rebellious type (quit your laughing, dammit) I took 2 plates of salad from the free salad buffet. (I can still see you laughing). It took the rest of my entire trip and 2 schnapses to get me wound down again after this highway robbery.
Well, the morning after was of course an experience about as pleasant as a rootcanal done with radioactive waste. How come you never learn. We had breakfast with little conversation except for the occasional grunting and pointing in the direction of a desired breakfast food. The journey home was very quiet with three people sleeping in the backseat and two people nearly sleeping in the front seat. Yeah well I can't really answer for Marie-Louise, (the driver and saving godess of all things bright shiny and snuggly) but if it hadn't been for the music I would have fallen asleep too.
We made a stop at the road joint from hell on the way back too... I decided to take a leak. I walked over to the toilets, opened the door and went in and there I was met by a gaze that you would give someone that had just confessed to listening to spice girls. There stood a gorgeous girl that said those magic three words that you're just waiting to hear: "it's the ladies". As if this moment of insane humiliation wasn't enough for a poor guy, my brain made the dubious decision of not believing the girl. Instead it ceased control of my body (a brain ceasing control of its body, who would have thunk it ?) and made it walk out of the toilet to check the sign on the door. THEN, and here's when things go ugly, kids and sensitive readers consider yourselves warned, I decide to walk into the toilet again, to apologise or something. Not only has the handsome girl been joined by her equally handsome friend, Dude Dudeson that was also planning on relieving his bladder followed me inside. This time I did the right thing and fled, taking Dude with me. Dude never got the explanation that he surely felt the world (and I) owed him.
Thank you god for granting me a truly seinfeldian moment.
With that disturbing image I leave you dear reader.
Good night cyberspace, whereever you are.
*) Roughly 13 USdollars
Thursday, August 18, 2005
On another note...
I'm fascinated by knowledge. But not just any knowledge, the kind of knowledge that I am fairly exclusive to have. The kind of knowledge that is referred commonly referred to as spoilers in the internet world. The kind of knowledge that my friends that I know that the people I associate with want to know. Let me give you a few examples... are you a Lost-fan perhaps? Are you curious about what's in the hatch? I can tell you that you won't have your answer for quite some time, if you're following it on Swedish TV at least. The answer will be given in the first three to four episodes of season two. (and with a season I mean a whole batch of 25 episodes)
Perhaps you're curious about what happened to that 80's hero with the whip, hat and a knack for digging up mythological relics. Well as it seems, there WILL be a 4th Indiana Jones movie. Shooting starts next year. Or does your desires go to the man with the Vodka Martinis, Walther PPK and a license to kill ? Well I can divulge that the latest incarnation will not return for the next installation in the ever-ongoing suite. That's right, Pierce Brosnan got a phone call "your services as James Bond will no longer be needed".
If you're more interested in Harry Potter, don't worry, I've got you covered there too. I can give you some details about the upcoming 4th movie, it will premiere November 18th, and the Warner Brothers will not be aiming for a PG-rating, meaning that the youngest crowd will not be allowed to see it. That is a step up from the 3 earlier movies. The decision was mainly due to "Sequences of fantasy violence and frightening images." Last but not least... a new trailer (kind of at least) was released last friday, it can be found at: http://extratv.warnerbros.com/v2/news/0805/12/3/video.html (yeah,yeah the guy doing the voiceover should be shot castrated and dragged by the remains of his manhood through the streets screaming, but don't blaim the messenger)
Since last time we talked I've been at my first bachelor party, it was great fun, some drunkage ensued and lots of good food were devoured in the process. The morning after however... yeah... it wasn't pretty. I've been forced to draw the conclusion that I'm simply not 25 years old any more. I still haven't said the classic words though "never again".
Well I think I've intruded on your privacy enough for tonight.
Take care, have fun and all that.
I'm fascinated by knowledge. But not just any knowledge, the kind of knowledge that I am fairly exclusive to have. The kind of knowledge that is referred commonly referred to as spoilers in the internet world. The kind of knowledge that my friends that I know that the people I associate with want to know. Let me give you a few examples... are you a Lost-fan perhaps? Are you curious about what's in the hatch? I can tell you that you won't have your answer for quite some time, if you're following it on Swedish TV at least. The answer will be given in the first three to four episodes of season two. (and with a season I mean a whole batch of 25 episodes)
Perhaps you're curious about what happened to that 80's hero with the whip, hat and a knack for digging up mythological relics. Well as it seems, there WILL be a 4th Indiana Jones movie. Shooting starts next year. Or does your desires go to the man with the Vodka Martinis, Walther PPK and a license to kill ? Well I can divulge that the latest incarnation will not return for the next installation in the ever-ongoing suite. That's right, Pierce Brosnan got a phone call "your services as James Bond will no longer be needed".
If you're more interested in Harry Potter, don't worry, I've got you covered there too. I can give you some details about the upcoming 4th movie, it will premiere November 18th, and the Warner Brothers will not be aiming for a PG-rating, meaning that the youngest crowd will not be allowed to see it. That is a step up from the 3 earlier movies. The decision was mainly due to "Sequences of fantasy violence and frightening images." Last but not least... a new trailer (kind of at least) was released last friday, it can be found at: http://extratv.warnerbros.com/v2/news/0805/12/3/video.html (yeah,yeah the guy doing the voiceover should be shot castrated and dragged by the remains of his manhood through the streets screaming, but don't blaim the messenger)
Since last time we talked I've been at my first bachelor party, it was great fun, some drunkage ensued and lots of good food were devoured in the process. The morning after however... yeah... it wasn't pretty. I've been forced to draw the conclusion that I'm simply not 25 years old any more. I still haven't said the classic words though "never again".
Well I think I've intruded on your privacy enough for tonight.
Take care, have fun and all that.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
What's this ? Another update ? So soon ?
I just had the most shocking experience since I learned Michael Jackson was found not guilty. Yup you all know what I'm talking about... me and my roomie cleaned out our fridge. It's a step in our project "clean the apartment!", it's a charity-endeavour and all the profits will go to the less fortunate. (yeah that's me and my roomie, got any problem with that ? Didn't think so) This project is estimated to be finished by thursday when my roomie is celebtating her 26th birthday here.(yeah some might say that three and a half days is quite much for an apartment of 60 m2, but trust me we're on a tight schedule here) But I digress.
The fridge... yeah it was just as gross as one can imagine. There were highlights such as cleaning out jars of pickles that's been there since the former tenant, finding plastic containers full of water and lettuce that's been there so long that the lettuce has started dissolving into nothing more than a slimy mess and of course finding the leftovers from the taco-night we had a couple of months back. I can tell you that 2 months old guacamole is just about the least fresh thing I've seen since the doctors cut open my cast and found necrosis.
Just though I'd share this memorable occasion with you all.
Oh by the way, just watched Al Gore on the Jay Leno Show, that man has comedy talent.
Random quote that made my day
"You know what it's like Jay, you win some, you lose some... and then there's that lesser known third category"
I just had the most shocking experience since I learned Michael Jackson was found not guilty. Yup you all know what I'm talking about... me and my roomie cleaned out our fridge. It's a step in our project "clean the apartment!", it's a charity-endeavour and all the profits will go to the less fortunate. (yeah that's me and my roomie, got any problem with that ? Didn't think so) This project is estimated to be finished by thursday when my roomie is celebtating her 26th birthday here.(yeah some might say that three and a half days is quite much for an apartment of 60 m2, but trust me we're on a tight schedule here) But I digress.
The fridge... yeah it was just as gross as one can imagine. There were highlights such as cleaning out jars of pickles that's been there since the former tenant, finding plastic containers full of water and lettuce that's been there so long that the lettuce has started dissolving into nothing more than a slimy mess and of course finding the leftovers from the taco-night we had a couple of months back. I can tell you that 2 months old guacamole is just about the least fresh thing I've seen since the doctors cut open my cast and found necrosis.
Just though I'd share this memorable occasion with you all.
Oh by the way, just watched Al Gore on the Jay Leno Show, that man has comedy talent.
Random quote that made my day
"You know what it's like Jay, you win some, you lose some... and then there's that lesser known third category"
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Well since my devoted fans have been bugging me for an update to this little ego-trip, I've come to the conclusion that it might be best to do so. This time around it's time for moderately hilarious episodes from my past again. The summer before I started at my university was my first summer with a driving license... aaaand as it happens I also have a car. So basically the premise was this: me and my friends went EVERYWHERE in that accursed/beloved car. It was a saab 900 from 86... ahh the memories. It had comfy seats and it took us where we wanted, what more could we ask of it?
As the summer was drawing towards its end we decided to make a trip to Denmark. Denmark was chosen for 2 main reasons, its cheap alcohol and its slightly less restrictive alcohol policy. In Sweden you have to be 20 to buy alcohol, whereas in Denmark you only have to be 18. Fortunately you can take a large passenger ferry from my town Gothenburg to Fredrikshavn in Denmark. A couple of weeks earlier I had a break-in in my car... nothing broken, nothing stolen, just a smashed window and some feeble attempts at hotwiring the car. Well there was one thing, since the theif was inept he cut the wires to the windscreen wipers. (take note of this dear reader there will be a pop quiz later) So on the day of our fabolous journey to the promised land of milk chocolate liquor and honey beer we started early. It was a cloudy morning but we had been promised good weather in Denmark.
We get on the ferry and park our car on the parking deck, and for some reason, maybe I was paranoid after the break-in, I flip the "kill-switch" on the car. The kill-switch basically disengages the ignition. The car _can not_ be started with the key in any way when that switch is flipped. In hindsight it was perhaps one of the most retarded decisions I've made in my adult life, I mean think about it... the car is parked in by like 75 other cars... AND if you manage to maneuver the car out from that, where are you going to go ? Straight into the Atlantic ocean ? Sheesh...
After about 30 minutes of our 2 hour journey we begin experiencing heavy weather. We sit down but after a while some of my friends were starting to get seasick so we head out onto the deck to catch some fresh air (and since we're all boys/men we want to see natures forces up close). The amount of water that hits us within seconds of our exit from the ships warm interior is:
a) astounding
b) wet
c) ridiculous
d) surprising
or
e) all of the above
All who answered e) gets to collect a box of cookies and a can of soda at our next meeting. So after getting owned by mother nature in a most degrading way, we resign to staying indoors. We didn't need any greater telepathic skills to be able to read the thoughts of the rest of the passengers as we walked in. "Stupid motherfuckers". Apart from random things like ruining a staircase the rest of the journey went well.
So when we arrived in Denmark we go down to the parking deck and get in the car. We get kinda upset at the fact that it seems to take forever to open the hatch and even longer to get all the cars in front of us moving. So when it's our turn I turn the key and... nothing... absolutely nothing. We all curse our luck as the battery apparently must have discharged somehow. Friendly danish people help us tow our car til the engine starts, and the weather is actually pretty nice. Well looks like this might just work out anyway. So finally we're on danish soil, we set out to do what we came for, fill the trunk with alcohol of varying qualities. We drive up to the liquor store and park outside on the parking lot and head inside. When we return with our loot we realise... the car will probably just be as unwilling to start as on the boat. So we reside to the ageold technology of starting a car: running and pushing. It takes a couple of attempts but finally the old saab gets rolling once again.
Unfortunately this little delay made us miss the ferry back home, so we have to go renegotiate our tickets to a later ferry. Yeah they wanna talk to ALL of us... yeah that means ALL of us has to leave the car... yeah that means ALL of us has to do the old car-pushing-routine again... it gets old pretty quick, I can tell you. After a couple of hours of waiting we get on the next ferry home. Yes they made us turn off the engine on the ferry... yes we had to push the car to get it started once again. You know the part about the windshield wipers not working ? Yeah the rain is pourign down when we get back to Gothenburg. So my first maneuver is to drive through some restriction tapes which I can't see because of the rain, after this little escapade we proceeded home, very, very slowly and carefully.
A couple of weeks later I thought about the trip and was amazed at how quickly the the battery had discharged. Then it hit me... the kill-switch. I never told my comrades about this out of fear of great bodily harm.
As the summer was drawing towards its end we decided to make a trip to Denmark. Denmark was chosen for 2 main reasons, its cheap alcohol and its slightly less restrictive alcohol policy. In Sweden you have to be 20 to buy alcohol, whereas in Denmark you only have to be 18. Fortunately you can take a large passenger ferry from my town Gothenburg to Fredrikshavn in Denmark. A couple of weeks earlier I had a break-in in my car... nothing broken, nothing stolen, just a smashed window and some feeble attempts at hotwiring the car. Well there was one thing, since the theif was inept he cut the wires to the windscreen wipers. (take note of this dear reader there will be a pop quiz later) So on the day of our fabolous journey to the promised land of milk chocolate liquor and honey beer we started early. It was a cloudy morning but we had been promised good weather in Denmark.
We get on the ferry and park our car on the parking deck, and for some reason, maybe I was paranoid after the break-in, I flip the "kill-switch" on the car. The kill-switch basically disengages the ignition. The car _can not_ be started with the key in any way when that switch is flipped. In hindsight it was perhaps one of the most retarded decisions I've made in my adult life, I mean think about it... the car is parked in by like 75 other cars... AND if you manage to maneuver the car out from that, where are you going to go ? Straight into the Atlantic ocean ? Sheesh...
After about 30 minutes of our 2 hour journey we begin experiencing heavy weather. We sit down but after a while some of my friends were starting to get seasick so we head out onto the deck to catch some fresh air (and since we're all boys/men we want to see natures forces up close). The amount of water that hits us within seconds of our exit from the ships warm interior is:
a) astounding
b) wet
c) ridiculous
d) surprising
or
e) all of the above
All who answered e) gets to collect a box of cookies and a can of soda at our next meeting. So after getting owned by mother nature in a most degrading way, we resign to staying indoors. We didn't need any greater telepathic skills to be able to read the thoughts of the rest of the passengers as we walked in. "Stupid motherfuckers". Apart from random things like ruining a staircase the rest of the journey went well.
So when we arrived in Denmark we go down to the parking deck and get in the car. We get kinda upset at the fact that it seems to take forever to open the hatch and even longer to get all the cars in front of us moving. So when it's our turn I turn the key and... nothing... absolutely nothing. We all curse our luck as the battery apparently must have discharged somehow. Friendly danish people help us tow our car til the engine starts, and the weather is actually pretty nice. Well looks like this might just work out anyway. So finally we're on danish soil, we set out to do what we came for, fill the trunk with alcohol of varying qualities. We drive up to the liquor store and park outside on the parking lot and head inside. When we return with our loot we realise... the car will probably just be as unwilling to start as on the boat. So we reside to the ageold technology of starting a car: running and pushing. It takes a couple of attempts but finally the old saab gets rolling once again.
Unfortunately this little delay made us miss the ferry back home, so we have to go renegotiate our tickets to a later ferry. Yeah they wanna talk to ALL of us... yeah that means ALL of us has to leave the car... yeah that means ALL of us has to do the old car-pushing-routine again... it gets old pretty quick, I can tell you. After a couple of hours of waiting we get on the next ferry home. Yes they made us turn off the engine on the ferry... yes we had to push the car to get it started once again. You know the part about the windshield wipers not working ? Yeah the rain is pourign down when we get back to Gothenburg. So my first maneuver is to drive through some restriction tapes which I can't see because of the rain, after this little escapade we proceeded home, very, very slowly and carefully.
A couple of weeks later I thought about the trip and was amazed at how quickly the the battery had discharged. Then it hit me... the kill-switch. I never told my comrades about this out of fear of great bodily harm.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Well I suppose this weekend deserve a special mentioning in this scripture. You see my dear interested reader, this weekend was the traditional and randomly occuring "Pripps-night". This might need some explanation to the uninitiated reader. Pripps is a brand of beer in Sweden, with very special commercials, they usually consist of young, popular and succesful people go out to the sea and have a party, with barbecue and swimming and stuff. All in stylish slow-motion and accompanied by a specially-composed slow rock-ballad. So a couple of years back me and my friends Stefan and Andreas said to each other as we were being bombarded with one of these commercials. "Our lives are boring and dull, dammit, we need to be cool like these people" So plans for a "pripps-night" was laid out.
Since Andreas girlfriends father had a house by the sea, this project actually got realised. Basically what it means in reality is that once every now and then, we all gather up and go there, bringing lots and lots of processed and distilled beverages. (alcohol for focks sake). We barbecue (if the season and weater alllows us), kick back in the sauna, go swimming in the sea, consume said beverages and most imoprtantly, play the slow rock-ballads from the commercials, over and over and over again.
So this weekend we did the old ritual all over again. Me and a friend of mine had decided to share a large steak and some potato-salad. When I say large I mean huge, and when I say huge I mean it was "the mother of all meatslabs", "the boss of all things barbecued", "the patron of all pigparts". Unfortunatly bigger is not always better, when it comes to the culinary, we soon learned. While the meat was ok, it was covered in some kind of spicey, salty marinade-thingy. The intesity of the saltyness (yes, that's a word) can only be described as horrifying. My tongue was contemplating suicide just to end the suffering. Well a couple of drinks later, it miraculously got the will to live back.
The party was - like always - a great success. A big thanks to Sara, and her father.
Back in the regular world, my life moves along in a slow pace, controlled, regulated and jasmine-scented for your enjoyment. I got a haircut so now I don't look like me anymore. Lets say I decided to embrace the doom nature gave me a while back.
Since Andreas girlfriends father had a house by the sea, this project actually got realised. Basically what it means in reality is that once every now and then, we all gather up and go there, bringing lots and lots of processed and distilled beverages. (alcohol for focks sake). We barbecue (if the season and weater alllows us), kick back in the sauna, go swimming in the sea, consume said beverages and most imoprtantly, play the slow rock-ballads from the commercials, over and over and over again.
So this weekend we did the old ritual all over again. Me and a friend of mine had decided to share a large steak and some potato-salad. When I say large I mean huge, and when I say huge I mean it was "the mother of all meatslabs", "the boss of all things barbecued", "the patron of all pigparts". Unfortunatly bigger is not always better, when it comes to the culinary, we soon learned. While the meat was ok, it was covered in some kind of spicey, salty marinade-thingy. The intesity of the saltyness (yes, that's a word) can only be described as horrifying. My tongue was contemplating suicide just to end the suffering. Well a couple of drinks later, it miraculously got the will to live back.
The party was - like always - a great success. A big thanks to Sara, and her father.
Back in the regular world, my life moves along in a slow pace, controlled, regulated and jasmine-scented for your enjoyment. I got a haircut so now I don't look like me anymore. Lets say I decided to embrace the doom nature gave me a while back.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Even though I have promised amusing episodes from my past, I'm gonna take a break from that and post reflections on a couple of my favorite tv-series, Alias and Buffy: the vampire slayer. Yeah, yeah I know that to be with the cultural elite the proper response should be "Lost", for the way it handles character interactions or any of the Groening-series (Simpsons and Futurama) for their sarcastic critiscism of current world affairs, or something like that, but this is my blogg and I get to write whatever I feel like, so STFU.
In both Buffy and Alias there are characters that you're suppoosed to identify with, "the norm". In alias his name is Will Tippin (Bradley Cooper) and in Buffy it's Alexander "Xander" Harris (Nicholas Brendon), they are average Joe's in a world of spies/vampires and terrorism/magic, totally without any special competence or skill. But there is one moment throughout the whole span of the series, when the norm is raised above the rest of us, the moment of hero-sex, where he gets to have sex with the star of the series. Will had his hero-sex in season 4 with Sidney and Xander had his with Faith in season four of BTVS.
So where am I going with this rambling ?
Well I was thinking about something... where are the heroines that this average Joe *points at self* gets to have sex with ? I mean, I would definitely say that I qualify as an average Joe, hell I'm so much average that if I were to be any more average I would be an anomaly in myself. I have a couple of candidates for my hero-sex swedish high-jumper Kajsa Bergkvist, for instance. Definitely a hero, also happens to be quite a looker. any of the princesses of Sweden would do, I'm definitely not picky. The list goes on and on... I guess life just isn't fair.
Well I can't pass up on this opportunity to put a word in or two about my absolute favorite actress at the moment, Alyson Hannigan( http://www.imdb.com/gallery/scrapbook/61/Sbk/61/60078_1_13.jpg?path=pgallery&path_key=Hannigan,%20Alyson ), since we're on the subject of Buffy-ness and sex. If you read this Alyson you can either send a mail to wallin_p@hotmail.com or just write a few lines in response to this entry. Oh and please sign with Willow so I know that you're really you and not some impostor.
Yeah... I'm not holding my breath.
Until next time where I might be discussing amusing episodes again... or I might be rambling again about my other favorite acresses.
In both Buffy and Alias there are characters that you're suppoosed to identify with, "the norm". In alias his name is Will Tippin (Bradley Cooper) and in Buffy it's Alexander "Xander" Harris (Nicholas Brendon), they are average Joe's in a world of spies/vampires and terrorism/magic, totally without any special competence or skill. But there is one moment throughout the whole span of the series, when the norm is raised above the rest of us, the moment of hero-sex, where he gets to have sex with the star of the series. Will had his hero-sex in season 4 with Sidney and Xander had his with Faith in season four of BTVS.
So where am I going with this rambling ?
Well I was thinking about something... where are the heroines that this average Joe *points at self* gets to have sex with ? I mean, I would definitely say that I qualify as an average Joe, hell I'm so much average that if I were to be any more average I would be an anomaly in myself. I have a couple of candidates for my hero-sex swedish high-jumper Kajsa Bergkvist, for instance. Definitely a hero, also happens to be quite a looker. any of the princesses of Sweden would do, I'm definitely not picky. The list goes on and on... I guess life just isn't fair.
Well I can't pass up on this opportunity to put a word in or two about my absolute favorite actress at the moment, Alyson Hannigan( http://www.imdb.com/gallery/scrapbook/61/Sbk/61/60078_1_13.jpg?path=pgallery&path_key=Hannigan,%20Alyson ), since we're on the subject of Buffy-ness and sex. If you read this Alyson you can either send a mail to wallin_p@hotmail.com or just write a few lines in response to this entry. Oh and please sign with Willow so I know that you're really you and not some impostor.
Yeah... I'm not holding my breath.
Until next time where I might be discussing amusing episodes again... or I might be rambling again about my other favorite acresses.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
I was thinking about sharing some memorable moments from the past over the next couple of posts...
Once I was in charge of mixing some kind of drink to offer to all the guests as they arrived at a party me and some friends was throwing. Come on... I mean how hard can it be, I mean, it's just a welcome drink; one with only 3 ingredients on top of that. I had just finished arranging the empty glasses in an inviting manner and started mixing the drink in a large bucket when all hell broke loose. A lot of things got messed up with the party; food was dropped on the floor things were lost and/or missing and suddenly I was needed everywhere all the time, at once. My mind was everywhere but at the drink that I was responsible for. As the guests arrived I was involved in setting the table, unfortunately, they helped themselves to the drink. The three ingredients of the drink ? Wine, mineral water and sweet apple cider. The ingredient I never got around to mix into the others ? The sweet apple cider.
Let it be written in the annals of our century "mineral water and wine does not a drink make". Another fascinating thing was that people smiled politely and said that it tasted good, even though I saw them grimace as they tasted it. "In vino veritas", indeed...
In the pretty mediocre reality-show that I sometimes refer to as "my life", things are hot. Unfortunately I'm talking about the air temperature and not my love life. I got the pleasure to see Ester (my bosses daughter) today again. Damn, she even has cool clothes. Oh, did I mention that her mother works at the same place as all three of us too ? Something kinda hinted that Ester might have a boyfriend already That something may or may not have been the commnet "yeah my boyfriend has one of those cases for pokerchips too". Well to quote an aquaintance of mine " I still haven't met a boyfriend that's immortal"
/cheers
Once I was in charge of mixing some kind of drink to offer to all the guests as they arrived at a party me and some friends was throwing. Come on... I mean how hard can it be, I mean, it's just a welcome drink; one with only 3 ingredients on top of that. I had just finished arranging the empty glasses in an inviting manner and started mixing the drink in a large bucket when all hell broke loose. A lot of things got messed up with the party; food was dropped on the floor things were lost and/or missing and suddenly I was needed everywhere all the time, at once. My mind was everywhere but at the drink that I was responsible for. As the guests arrived I was involved in setting the table, unfortunately, they helped themselves to the drink. The three ingredients of the drink ? Wine, mineral water and sweet apple cider. The ingredient I never got around to mix into the others ? The sweet apple cider.
Let it be written in the annals of our century "mineral water and wine does not a drink make". Another fascinating thing was that people smiled politely and said that it tasted good, even though I saw them grimace as they tasted it. "In vino veritas", indeed...
In the pretty mediocre reality-show that I sometimes refer to as "my life", things are hot. Unfortunately I'm talking about the air temperature and not my love life. I got the pleasure to see Ester (my bosses daughter) today again. Damn, she even has cool clothes. Oh, did I mention that her mother works at the same place as all three of us too ? Something kinda hinted that Ester might have a boyfriend already That something may or may not have been the commnet "yeah my boyfriend has one of those cases for pokerchips too". Well to quote an aquaintance of mine " I still haven't met a boyfriend that's immortal"
/cheers
Monday, July 11, 2005
In the every day life of a working grunt there are a few things that are no-no's. One of them is: don't become infatuated with the bosses daughter. She has lots of things going for her... she is good-looking, wealthy family, a great smile, probably a great kisser and she brought cake on her first day at work...
... who cares about rules for a working grunt anyway.
... who cares about rules for a working grunt anyway.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Today is not a day for wit and sarcasm. To all those that in any way fell victim - or had friends, loved ones - that did, you have my condoleances. Today is the day for showing what we think of such vile acts. In the privacy of my webblogg I condemn their acts of terror, in my mind I stand up to them by raising my hand...
Will you raise your hand ?
Will you raise your hand ?
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Fret not, fellow citizens of the earth, for I have watched "the handbook of handling invincible, threelegged, offpissed, badass extraterrestrials" also known as "war of the worlds". So if nasty three-legged thingies pop out of the ground everywhere, I know what to do. Just give them an old handgrenade to the snout and it's all downhill from there. It also helps if you look like and unshaved fighter pilot from the mid-eighties or an unshaved race car driver from the early nineties, preferrably both. I'm working on that part. (If you didn't catch the cultural references, shame on you )
The film in itself was pretty ok in my opinion, a little rehash of independence day, that in itself was a rehash of the original war of the worlds. Overall I'd give it three cups of coffee out of five. Make that three cups of coffee on a monday morning, just to let you know that it isn't a bland mediocre three cups of coffee, but actually prety good stuff.
Back in the real world something cought my eye the other day as I was watching the morning news:
"In the democratic republic of Kongo, the first election in 24 years have been postponed indefinitely"
I think I speak for most of us fans of irony in the world when I say that I'm glad that we don't seem to be running out on said commodity.
The film in itself was pretty ok in my opinion, a little rehash of independence day, that in itself was a rehash of the original war of the worlds. Overall I'd give it three cups of coffee out of five. Make that three cups of coffee on a monday morning, just to let you know that it isn't a bland mediocre three cups of coffee, but actually prety good stuff.
Back in the real world something cought my eye the other day as I was watching the morning news:
"In the democratic republic of Kongo, the first election in 24 years have been postponed indefinitely"
I think I speak for most of us fans of irony in the world when I say that I'm glad that we don't seem to be running out on said commodity.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Got hit with a blackout yesterday. The apartment went completely black and so did the street, neighbourhood and like 50000 other people around here. "Guess it's time for me to go to bed then" was my first thought. Because of the blackout, I slept in this morning. My alarm clock had somehow gotten the idea that it's still 12:00. Stupid Alarmclock! And why was it flashing ?
Well I enjoyed another enchanting busride to work today. The sun was shining... it was hot... I had to run to the bus... I was sweaty even as I stepped onto the bus. As I made my way to the back of the bus I soon realised 2 things: 1) that the bus was packed with people and 2) that the driver was trying out a new setting for the AC called "Barbecue". It was hot... and it smelled like something died in there. And being sweaty in a packed bus when you're a tall guy is generally not a good thing, since if you need to hold onto something your armpit is generally in the height of the some poor girls face.
Just as the temperature was reaching beelzebubian levels we reached my stop. I rushed out into the not-very-cool morningsun leaving drops of sweat as I ran to the next bus. Work felt oddly stimulating... it felt good. Not sure what I did right. Will investigate... will get back to you on that.
Well til next time...
Well I enjoyed another enchanting busride to work today. The sun was shining... it was hot... I had to run to the bus... I was sweaty even as I stepped onto the bus. As I made my way to the back of the bus I soon realised 2 things: 1) that the bus was packed with people and 2) that the driver was trying out a new setting for the AC called "Barbecue". It was hot... and it smelled like something died in there. And being sweaty in a packed bus when you're a tall guy is generally not a good thing, since if you need to hold onto something your armpit is generally in the height of the some poor girls face.
Just as the temperature was reaching beelzebubian levels we reached my stop. I rushed out into the not-very-cool morningsun leaving drops of sweat as I ran to the next bus. Work felt oddly stimulating... it felt good. Not sure what I did right. Will investigate... will get back to you on that.
Well til next time...
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I worked today... ugh! It was... well monetarily rewarding but not much more. Well the people there are pretty cool too. Working drains you of energy somehow, not sure how, will investigate, will get back to you all on that. I wonder if it would have been more interesting if I wouldn't have to ride 3 different buses to get there.
The journey home from work was kinda a story of its own, I walked to the busstop, soon realising that it the bus I needed to take went in one direction (to work) but not the other. (I'll call your frown and raise with a scratch on the head). Beginning to doubt the sanity of the route planners of the our local bus company I started walking to the next stop and there I got the same disheartening result. (I was by now beginning to notice a disturbing pattern) Well it turns out that the bus I was riding to work runs in a loop so you can only ride that bus in one direction... who would have known. Well things weren't all bad as the busdriver said I didn't have to pay for the ticket. Nice guy... gonna remember him in my will.
Beginning to ponder a membership in involuntary skinheads anonymous... will return with notice about that too.
Oh yeah, lost another toenail... fortunately one of the suspiciously and unhealthy looking ones. I'd post a picture if it weren't for the fact that they look grosser than Michael Jackson on a bad day.
The journey home from work was kinda a story of its own, I walked to the busstop, soon realising that it the bus I needed to take went in one direction (to work) but not the other. (I'll call your frown and raise with a scratch on the head). Beginning to doubt the sanity of the route planners of the our local bus company I started walking to the next stop and there I got the same disheartening result. (I was by now beginning to notice a disturbing pattern) Well it turns out that the bus I was riding to work runs in a loop so you can only ride that bus in one direction... who would have known. Well things weren't all bad as the busdriver said I didn't have to pay for the ticket. Nice guy... gonna remember him in my will.
Beginning to ponder a membership in involuntary skinheads anonymous... will return with notice about that too.
Oh yeah, lost another toenail... fortunately one of the suspiciously and unhealthy looking ones. I'd post a picture if it weren't for the fact that they look grosser than Michael Jackson on a bad day.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Played soccer the otherday, thought it would be good to get some exercise. Oh boy was I wrong... These delusions I keep having has to stop or I might hurt myself. As of today I have now removed my big toe nail and two more toe nails are looking oddly suspicious and probably very unhealthy. Not to mention the brutal bashing my pride took as I'm nowhere near as fit as I though I would be. I did manage a brilliant back-heeler along the way though, some pride recovered. So what to do ?
I did what Carrie Bradshaw from Sex & the city would have, I went shopping for designer clothes. Now those who have ever laid eyes on me are by now writhing on the floor in laughter at the absurd analogy (and those who have access to my financial records will probably at least have raised an eyebrow). But truth of the matter is... I now own my first brand-piece of clothing, a nice armani tie.
The rest of the week was spent either in bed, in front of the computer or planning for today.... today was the big day you see... I was going to meet an american friend of mine from the internet. As it turns out, not much planning was needed so the other two activities prevailed. I will only refer to my friend by her internet-alias "killer_queen", out of respect of her privacy. Killer was coming to Stockholm, and asked if I wanted to meet up. Not a man to pass up such an enchanting invitation I started calculating on how best to get to said meeting. Some methods were ruled out pretty quickly:
Flying ? to expensive.
Walking ? it's 300 miles one way, come on.
Train ? also too expensive.
Bus ? Not gonna happen, kiddo. I'm 6 ft 7 (201 cm) and those buses were designed with dwarves in mind.
So I did what every desperate youngster in the world would do, I asked my father if I could borrow his car and with insane wheeling and dealing I even got him to pay for the gas. (and that's some feat when the gas costs 6.75$/gallon as it does around here)
So I made all the preparations; checked various mapsites for directions, ate well, got a good nights sleep and then the next morning I was off. I can tell you that the Swedish countryside between Gothenburg and Stockholm gets dull very fast. Except for one passage that is wonderful as you drive along the shores of one of the great lakes of Sweden. Even the part that's known as "the road of death" offered little excitement, except for the occasional dead badger that had tried butting heads with ye ole "rapidly approaching Bridgestone tire" one too many times. All I could think of as I passed this section was "How will I keep myself from falling asleep here on the way back" and "these traffic cameras that they have put up here, to catch speeding drivers... I wonder if they work"
Well, I got to the outskirts of Stockholm, and now a conundrum appeared: the directions I had printed out, lay on the passenger seat next to me... was I man enough to read the direction while speeding long a highway at 75 mph (110 km/h). As no other solution appeared I was forced to be just that man. Well of course this project failed on epic levels, soon I was lost in the innercity of Stockholm and I couldn't match a single streetname I passed by with the ones found on my precious directions. And to boot, my bladder was reminding me that caffeine helps you get up in the morning but also creates some other great urges that are hard to satisfy while operating a vehicle.
I resigned to relieve myself in a small shrubbery next to a scarsely trafficked street and all of a sudden everything cleared. With renewed willpower the last part of the journey was quickly traversed and I could enjoy the meeting with killer. We both had a great time... (I think) and as anyone can testify, on those occasions time flies so it was soone time for me to leave Killer. Lots of huggage ensued, adresses and phone numbers where traded with promises of doing this again as soon as it's possible.
I spent the journey back zoning.... 5 hours passed quickly, I may even have missed a girl flashing me as she and her buddies drove by. Not sure if that's a good sign.
To conclude:
10 hours behind the wheel... but it was all worth it. Hey Killer!
I did what Carrie Bradshaw from Sex & the city would have, I went shopping for designer clothes. Now those who have ever laid eyes on me are by now writhing on the floor in laughter at the absurd analogy (and those who have access to my financial records will probably at least have raised an eyebrow). But truth of the matter is... I now own my first brand-piece of clothing, a nice armani tie.
The rest of the week was spent either in bed, in front of the computer or planning for today.... today was the big day you see... I was going to meet an american friend of mine from the internet. As it turns out, not much planning was needed so the other two activities prevailed. I will only refer to my friend by her internet-alias "killer_queen", out of respect of her privacy. Killer was coming to Stockholm, and asked if I wanted to meet up. Not a man to pass up such an enchanting invitation I started calculating on how best to get to said meeting. Some methods were ruled out pretty quickly:
Flying ? to expensive.
Walking ? it's 300 miles one way, come on.
Train ? also too expensive.
Bus ? Not gonna happen, kiddo. I'm 6 ft 7 (201 cm) and those buses were designed with dwarves in mind.
So I did what every desperate youngster in the world would do, I asked my father if I could borrow his car and with insane wheeling and dealing I even got him to pay for the gas. (and that's some feat when the gas costs 6.75$/gallon as it does around here)
So I made all the preparations; checked various mapsites for directions, ate well, got a good nights sleep and then the next morning I was off. I can tell you that the Swedish countryside between Gothenburg and Stockholm gets dull very fast. Except for one passage that is wonderful as you drive along the shores of one of the great lakes of Sweden. Even the part that's known as "the road of death" offered little excitement, except for the occasional dead badger that had tried butting heads with ye ole "rapidly approaching Bridgestone tire" one too many times. All I could think of as I passed this section was "How will I keep myself from falling asleep here on the way back" and "these traffic cameras that they have put up here, to catch speeding drivers... I wonder if they work"
Well, I got to the outskirts of Stockholm, and now a conundrum appeared: the directions I had printed out, lay on the passenger seat next to me... was I man enough to read the direction while speeding long a highway at 75 mph (110 km/h). As no other solution appeared I was forced to be just that man. Well of course this project failed on epic levels, soon I was lost in the innercity of Stockholm and I couldn't match a single streetname I passed by with the ones found on my precious directions. And to boot, my bladder was reminding me that caffeine helps you get up in the morning but also creates some other great urges that are hard to satisfy while operating a vehicle.
I resigned to relieve myself in a small shrubbery next to a scarsely trafficked street and all of a sudden everything cleared. With renewed willpower the last part of the journey was quickly traversed and I could enjoy the meeting with killer. We both had a great time... (I think) and as anyone can testify, on those occasions time flies so it was soone time for me to leave Killer. Lots of huggage ensued, adresses and phone numbers where traded with promises of doing this again as soon as it's possible.
I spent the journey back zoning.... 5 hours passed quickly, I may even have missed a girl flashing me as she and her buddies drove by. Not sure if that's a good sign.
To conclude:
10 hours behind the wheel... but it was all worth it. Hey Killer!
The beginning.
I kinda had a feeling I would do this when I first heard about the phenomena blogging, but there were many doubts in my mind, "is my life intersting enough ?" "do I have the wit and sarcasm that's needed?" and so on and so forth. Yeah, yeah "time will tell" or some other random cliché goes here.
I kinda had a feeling I would do this when I first heard about the phenomena blogging, but there were many doubts in my mind, "is my life intersting enough ?" "do I have the wit and sarcasm that's needed?" and so on and so forth. Yeah, yeah "time will tell" or some other random cliché goes here.
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