"He's sitting here right behind me killing dinosaurs or something"
/quote that made my day, by Sara regarding my friend Andreas who's playing world of warcraft
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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