A guy in Iraq is recording a song, and someone fires through his window. He finds it funny, everyone else is depressed: http://nabilsblog.blogspot.com.
Make sure to follow the link to the recording itself.
Month: July 2007
Celebrating borndom [hah!]
Anna celebrated her mumblemumle‘th birthday with a dinner in the yard. Sound carries like a bitch there, and I’m certain that we entertained all neighbours with our tales of chivalry and hello-kitty-dildos.
As usual, vegan food is regular food sans everything not vegan:
I’m going through a slightly antagonistic phase at the moment.
There went the sun.
Our dear city of Gothenburg has experienced an almost fourfold amount of rain this month. I don’t mind it much, but seriously, it’s too wet.
Last week I managed to capture the sun when it decided to shine it’s shiny shine upon us:
This cheerful life
Recently, i’ve been enlarging the font size on webpages because my eyes seem tired and can’t focus. My eyesight might be going down or I’m drinking too much coffee.
The only contact I have with women is giving them price information while at work. All the bathing is for nothing.
The homepage that I’ve been sketching at is still not done, and the more I think about it the less content there is that I actually want to put online – if a tree falls in the forest and you’re too uninterested to take it’s picture, are you still a photographer?
My social life revolves around playing chess at Kellys every thursday.
Fuck-fuckity-fuck. I’m bored, and 2007 was supposed to be the year I would not be bored. I’ll just write the year off, shall I?
butt what
A living glory hole: Samwell wants you to stick something up his bumbum. Exceptionally campy video, but a catchy tune.
Classic car meet-up
Every monday during summer there’s a meetup for people with classic cars in Nääs, outside of Gothenburg. Even thought I’m not in the least interested in cars, I tagged along Petter, his kids and his uncle Erik went last week. The most fun part was going there in his uncles Pontiac GTO – I was positively giddy riding shotgun with the 2-litlers-per-mile engine going wroom-wroom.
Once there, I was mostly nervous to scratch one of the anally clean cars. I am still not interested in cars, but if I could get one of my own (need to get a licence first) it seems like fun. I would go wroom-wroom a lot.
Dating agency poor copy
On my way to work I saw this ad for an online dating service.
The copy for the ad seems poorly thought through: “Too late! He’s already taken” (“Försent! Han är redan upptagen”). I guess that the reaction they are looking for is -Oh noes, I have to get someone while I can!, but if you’re feeling lonely and therefore might be looking for someone to date, the slogan is more a taunt and a slap in the face; -Yes you are alone, and this guy I found online is taken as well, so you better get used to being a lonely loser, you loser.
super podcasts and a dating-site
Having spend a lazy sunday looking up swingers websites and posting indecent proposals, it was refreshing to find the page www.weneither.com, a simple dating/community site that only allows you to list stuff that you don’t like (thus the name). Not very big, and almost exclusively US-folk, but the idea is fun and the interface is nice enough to permit occasional browsing.
I’m quite hooked on podcasts, possibly to an unhealthy degree. At the moment I’ve almost completely stopped reading books in favour of movies and audiobooks/podcasts.
I don’t know if it’s something worthwhile, but in case you’d like to follow suit and listen to something interesting, the list below might be for you.
* Escapepod is a weekly science-fiction podcast. 20-50 minutes of good short stories. Well worth your time.
* Pseudopod is an offshoot of Escapepod, focusing on horror. Not really frightening most of the time, but good enough to listen to.
* Scott Sigler is a loudmouthed American that prides himself on doing gory thriller- & scifi-stories. He’s been podcasting his books for some time, and is putting in enormous amounts of work to promote himself. He has a rabid following that is spreading word about him, and even though his stories often are predictable in that thrillerly-kinda-way he’s a good reader and his books Infection and to a lesser degree The Rookie are good enough. It’s really rather addicting.
* How to disappear completely is a now finished novel by Myke Bartlett that is reminiscent of Neil Gainmans’ Neverwhere and Haruki Murakamis Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. At times the characters blend together, but over-all the reading and the story is both fun and gripping.
* How to succeed in Evil. Exceptionally fun, and brilliantly read by the author Patrick E. McLean. It’s not updated all that often lately, but Patrick has promised that he’ll be more frequent in the future. Either way, if you go through the archives of the show you might fall in love with the characters as much as I did.
A good place to get an overview of available audiobook podcasts is www.podiobooks.com. Just like when destop publishing became accessible and everyone thought that setting fonts in bold-italic-shadow-underscore made them look professional, there’s a lot of crap being podcasted. Either the production is poor, the reading laboured or the material sucks donkey-balls, but if you have some patience and give stuff a listen you’re bound to find something good.
How to eat an ortolan.
The human race is quite messed up in the head.
From the wikipedia article on eating ortolean birds:
You catch the ortolan with a net spread up in the forest canopy. Take it alive. Take it home. Poke out its eyes and put it in a small cage. Force-feed it oats and millet and figs until it has swollen to four times its normal size. Drown it in brandy. Roast it whole, in an oven at high heat, for six to eight minutes. Bring it to the table. Place a cloth—a napkin will do—over your head to hide your cruelty from the sight of God. Put the whole bird into your mouth, with only the beak protruding from your lips. Bite. Put the beak on your plate and begin chewing, gently. You will taste three things: First, the sweetness of the flesh and fat. This is God. Then, the bitterness of the guts will begin to overwhelm you. This is the suffering of Jesus. Finally, as your teeth break the small, delicate bones and they begin to lacerate your gums, you will taste the salt of your own blood, mingling with the richness of the fat and the bitterness of the organs. This is the Holy Spirit, the mystery of the Trinity—three united as one. It is cruel. And beautiful.
back from hibernation
Uno: The chess tournaments have started up for reals at kellys pub. Nice ambiance when you’re drunk and playing rabid timed chess against people who kick your ass. I finished third out of seven, and my nerves were on the ouside of my body much of the time.
I missed last thursday,and today there were five of us, and again I finished third. the good part is that I won against the guy who came first last time. fun fun.
Intermission: Women who use condoms are more depressed than those that don’t – apparently seamen is a mood stimulating drug.
Due: My cousin found a cheapo ticket from dublin to stockholm a week ago and I visited over the weekend. Lots of train-car-boat-ing, leaving me groggy because of locomotive sensitivity on my part. My brother is working on an old steamboat that tours the archipelago, and it seemed to be a stressful but fun job. I’m imagining all the scheming and intrigues going on on such a small vessel with a staff of 10-15. Who’s slept with whom, etc. I’m very predictable that way.
Intermission: The other day I woke up to find a sleeping bumblebee on my floor. I gently tossed it the hell out through the window.
Also, powernapping at work I dreamed about walnuts, prompting a co-worker to buy said nuts. An extract from walnuts can be used in lieu of viagra. What importance that has I don’t know.