Reporting the hand that gives you cellphones to the proper authorities.

Samsung, or their ad agency rather, threw a competition where you call a number of a phone to make it vibrate off of a plexiglas platform, onto concrete or into a tank with goldfish. The phones are of the rugged kind, so the competition killed two birds with one stone, providing both a neat online interactive experiment, as well as making the proof of the phones ruggedness conditional of winning it.

Naturally, I reported them to the animal rights people, as well as contacting Samsung directly. Had those fish instead been kittens — or if the phones literally were aimed for the previously mentioned birds — you wouldn’t have had to argue much before getting the animals removed from a stressful sitiation, but seeing as it’s much harder to sympathise with fish, it took a call from the department of agriculture for the fish to be removed.

I think it’s awesome that there are enough resources, and laws to direct said resources, to care even for the rights of really boring creatures. Having said that, I realise those fish might have been flushed down the crapper.

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The other part of the story is concerned with the cellphone marked “00” in the video above — barely missing the tank — which is the one I won by ringing frantically, shouting excitedly in front of my computer. I’m only half expecting a dead fish in the mail. I’m sure there is a moral to be learned here, and perhaps there’s even a suitable biblical parable, but I think Petter put it best using the ancient art of rhetorical questioning:

“You won a cellphone and reported them using your own name? You did not win a cellphone.”

Music has a right to abortion.

I ended up honourable mention in the Michael Jackson monument design competition. Do I put that on my CV?

And just a couple of days later Warren Ellis links to an article about anti-cancer nano-tech. If it comes shaped like a glove, my five minutes of Photoshop messed up some scientists’ five year on a pun. Still, I better get royalties.

I’m on the outskirts of Copenhagen right now, where SKUP PALET is participating in the Alt_Cph. The show opens at 1400 and we’re “adding the finishing touches” as it’s called. All is going swimmingly. There’s an assortment of people and I’m looking forward to the opening in a couple of hours. Petúr might show up with his half-clone later which will be interesting. I wonder if the kid skateboards yet.


Michael Jackson Ganglia Assembly

You know that one time that you and a friend showed up for a marathon and realised too late that you’ve signed up for a competition for “special children” but can’t really back out cause you might win the chocolate trophy; Besides you already paid the fee and have running shoes on? Well, Bustler and Archinect ran a Michael Jackson Monument Design competition and the entries are now available for voting on, and they’re of mixed quality.

Some contenders didn’t bother to look up “monument” in the dictionary but lept straight for the lens flare filter, while others did cute conceptual pieces. A few are good: Permanently exploding atom bomb Michael Jackson and Anti-terrorist Golden Statue with Lasers go for the humour. Lift & Slide is the only installation which seems thought through and MJ Sperm Bank is cute, but the rest are mostly photoshops of Michaels feet and the moon.



Go vote for my anti-cancer nano-glove. Let the others get their “You’re also super!” diplomas. I want that chocolate trophy and special groupies.

Identify the rhytmic sounds, win candy.

Up on a hill near Röda Sten in Gothenburg someone had pitched a tent and played music. A couple DJ’s were taking turns at the turntables, playing one tune each. It was some sort of dubsteppish stuff that I really liked and recorded for later indentification. ID the tracks and I’ll send you a piece of Swedish candy. When was the last time you got such an offer? Never, that’s when! Make me proud, Internet!

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If you’d like to send me the tracks I’ll squeel in delight like a boyscout with a bloodied pocketknife who’s just gutted a baby deer. As an added bonus, why not recommend other good dubstep stuff to make everyone happy.

I know for a fact that baby Jesus is watching and will reward you with golden showers and myrr.


Rebus competition! Win shit!

Take a look at the video rebus below. The first person to post the correct resulting sentence will win the exclusive commercial rights to the next short video work I do. Good luck!

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Re-writing. Development. Skiing + ambitions.

Congratulations to Tobias who finished the cross country competition Vasaloppet in under nine hours. That’s 90 kilometers (56 miles) on skis. And it was done on a dare, so congratulations on being manly about it.

I’m updating the old blog posts to fit in with the 640 pixel style I’m sporting now, and find myself being embarrassed about some of the stuff I wrote. Even more full of myself than I am now, pretentious and whiny. Can’t believe people wanted to hang out with me – I would have been annoyed with me. And I never capitalise any letters! What’s up with that? Some of the old links are dead, but I’m not going to update those for fear of disturbing the fossil record.

It occured to me that I should improve upon myself more actively. Or if not improve per se, then at least try something else on for a while. Not drinking for a month? Draw for half an hour each day? Publish an hour-by-hour record of my day every evening, so as to find out where all those hours disappear?

Like: 13:00-14:00 – Checked email five times, read about mosquitos then malaria then Egypt then pyramids then about DIY stone masonry. If I linked to anything interesting I find, would you like it or does it sound shit? For me it would be sort of a self-exploration type of thing; I don’t use the time of day properly and would like to get more out of it. I go for runs and prepare the school work that me and Ana are doing at Chalmers, but that’s about it. I’m not really being an active agent of my own destiny and could use the extra push of being accountable.

Fuck it, I’m going to try the non-drinking thing. As of Saturday 28th February I’m not drinking booze for a month. I managed to go to a bar and drink nothing but the non-alcoholic beer for an evening. It’s odd how you look at others when when you’re sober and they are not. It goes a long way to explain why straight edge people and Christians can be such obnoxious twats – seeing people getting sloshed and blurry can get tiresome, I imagine.