The new me

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My new haircut

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.

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.

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

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.

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 ?

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.