I found an old sketchbook: I drew these in Iceland, I don’t know why:
The past week, now with moving pictures!
I’m trying out a few solutions to publish video as painlessly as possible on the blog. If this video works for you, do let me know. Or, y’know, if it doesn’t. I’m slightly annoyed that this text appears under the video, as well as those two buttons.
I’ve disabled the Revver plugin that showed the video above because it was slowing everything down to a crawl. I’ll host the videos myself, and will put it in here shortly.
Chess, beer, work and virus
The past week and weekend has seen me doing three things:
* Calling companies for work.
* Playing chess and drinking beer.
* Getting inoculated for hepatitis a&b.
Oddly enough, I don’t worry as much as maybe I should.
Ever since I left for Iceland a couple of years ago, returning with a passable Icelandic and general confusion, I haven’t had any specific goals set. Getting in at HFF was not something that was only up to me to accomplish, so that wasn’t as much a proper goal as a wish. Once I got in it I felt awesome. And now, five years later, I’m sort of drifting along a bit too much.
I have great friends, live rather comfortably and am healthy. The stuff I worry about are the same stuff that most other people worry about; money, sex, happiness.
I could do well with more of all three, granted, but it seems like such a waste of time. I would like to worry about something that isn’t an abstract non-issue. (or in case of money, a manifestation of your abstracted self-worth) Of course I’d love to have glorious sex and spend a week drunk, but those things are not supposed to take up so much of ones time – they are the things we do when we are not doing other things. Like curing cancer, or becoming really good at baking.
And while I’m looking for work, any work, I’m occasionally drifting off into willy-wonka land, imagining what I would like to do. Drifting away isn’t very hard when all the vacancies I find have such a perky and up-beat note to them that I stare in disbelief: No one can honestly be this fucking optimistic about offering an evening-job at a call-center. I once interviewed for a two week job carrying crates at a supermarket (see prole) and the interview took one hour where I had to pointificate on how my arts degree would benefit the working place. I almost cried.
Maybe what I should learn is to relax and chill, man.
I am now inoculated against hepatitis a&b, so I should be ok with whatever it is that gives one hepetatis in Tunisia. We are leaving in three weeks time, and I’m looking forward to it. In the meantime I’ll be drinking cheep stuff, smoking as much as I can afford, and start up enough projects that unless I finish some of them I’ll have to move out of shame, in disgrace.
Darth Vader & game demo
Darth Vader in love:
Engineer from Team Fortress 2:
Goodie hoodie
If you have more money than ideas for a present, you could do much worse than getting me someone you care about this:
And here is where you get it: www.anticon.biz. (I’m a medium size, btw)
Gbg Expat whipping
Reading guides for foreigners to your own country of residence is a hoot. One guide to Sweden that I picked up convinced me that I was an atypical Swede for not hiking in the country more than I do. (at all)
If you happen to be an American woman living in Sweden, you might be interested in this link: the American Women’s Club of Gothenburg.
In other news, last fridays dinner evolved into something with a, ah, snappy theme. I had gifted Jan a whip a year ago, and it was dusted off and prominently smacked about. Slightly disconcerting. It’s an aquired taste, I’m sure.
Beer, white teeth, alien porn
Yesterday was the last day Kent worked at YFO, my previous place of employment. He’s been working there for ten years, so this is an era of sorts that is coming to an end. A bit melancholy, but he’s moving onto other pastures and will do fine, I’m sure. After playing a bit of pool, during which Mano handed me my ass on a plate, we schlepped over to O’learys for dinner.
O’learys is a sports bar, not a kind of locales that I usually frequent; and for a good reason – it’s full of loud men screaming at tv screens. The food shouldn’t go unmentioned either. In our company of eight, two vomited afterwards; not because of food poisoning, but because their dinners consisted of so much cheese and grease that their stomachs kicked the food in the nuts and threw it out the front door. I’ve always had a rather spartan view of my own needs, so the largest vegan hurdle is other peoples’ look of pained sympathy when the salad sans everything comes in. This is why I love going to Kellys.
Because my mom told me to, I got my teeth salt-blasted. My mouth is bleeding and I can hardly taste anything, but look at that shine:
I am not certain that I made the right decision at the age of thirteen when I refused retainers; I like crooked teeth, but they are a bitch to keep clean, not to mention expensive when done in this fashion.
And in the ongoing saga to make you accept alien porn as a reasonalble turn-on: Austrian pinup superheroins – www.beesign.at
Work, Tunisia, bash.org
I’m spending my days calling around looking for work. The first few calls I almost puked, now it’s becoming a routine. Interesting times – Gimme some money!
Yes, we’re going to Tunisia at the end of November. Which sort of collides with the above mentioned lack of funds.
And lastly, let me remind you that you should visit www.bash.org at least once a month in order to fill your brain with the rotting humor of teenage misogynistic internat chat. The one below is classic:
Donut[AFK] – HEY EURAKARTE
Donut[AFK] – INSULT
Eurakarte – RETORT
Donut[AFK] – COUNTER-RETORT
Eurakarte – QUESTIONING OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE
Donut[AFK] – SUGGESTION TO SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eurakarte – NOTATION THAT YOU CREATE A VACUUM
Donut[AFK] – RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK] – ADDON RIPOSTE
Eurakarte – COUNTER-RIPOSTE
Donut[AFK] – COUNTER-COUNTER RIPOSTE
Eurakarte – NONSENSICAL STATEMENT INVOLVING PLANKTON
Miles_Prower – RESPONSE TO RANDOM STATEMENT AND THREAT TO BAN OPPOSING SIDES
Eurakarte – WORDS OF PRAISE FOR FISHFOOD
Miles_Prower – ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND ACCEPTENCE OF TERMS
Polish hawkeye!
One of the first steps towards a drivens license, except for preparing for a gargantuan economical fisting, is getting your sight checked out.
Optician Svante Winkler was kind enough to snap a picture in between shining light in my eyes. Apparently my eyesight is above avererage. Good times.
Tunisia research.
It looks like a few of us might be going to Tunisia in a couple of weeks. I’ve never been outside of Europe, (New York doesn’t count, that city is basically the estranged and rich uncle of Europe) and I’m looking forwards to eating a ton of nuts. In a linguistically similar vein, I found the “Tunisian sex guide” following the wiki-trail, and lol-ed when I found the below headline:
COCK SUCKING IN THE CINEMAS.
I found no difficulty in giving a blow job (“Aiyz shisha ?” or “Veullez faire du shisha ?” is the way Tunisians usually ask for this service.) to a Tunisian acquaintance in a cinema which was then showing the film Kama Sutra. It is welcome news for many visiting tourists that many of the cinemas near Avenue Habib Bourguiba which show the 18 rated soft porn European films double as places for gay couples to have sex.
The article is available here: www.gayegypt.com
I don’t plan on fellating anyone, but now I’ll definitely be playing “spot the cruising tourists.”