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!