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Link orgy

2022-10-28T00:01:00.011+02:00

NON-HUMANS
The Humane Society of the United States - "Celebrating animals - confronting cruelty."
Why you should consider adopting a vegetarian diet - animals, health, environment, people...
Earthlings - "Powerful, informative and thought-provoking..." Buy the (extended!) DVD from ISawEarthlings.com if you can, then Earthlings can get translated into more languages, and the makers get paid like they deserve!
Meet Your Meat - information about factory farming. Narrated by actor Alec Baldwin.
China's Shocking Cat and Dog Fur Trade - narrated by Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails.
Best Friends Animal Society - "working to bring about a time when there are No More Homeless Pets."
The Animal Rescue Site - click to give food and care to animals in shelters. Sponsors pay.
Vegan cuisine photos - my bad photos of good food, to tempt and to inspire.
Dissection of spiny dogfish - if you want to avoid a real (shark) dissection at school, maybe these photos can help you in your studies somewhat.
Invertebrate photos - hopefully biology students and teachers will find something useful, even though this was made by a non-entomologist (me).
Lush - "Fresh handmade cosmetics." Non-animal tested and often vegan.

ENVIRONMENT
WWF - "For a living planet."
The Nature Conservancy - Rainforests - "Though covering less than 2% of the Earth’s surface, the world’s rainforests are home to 50% of the Earth’s plants and animals."
The Rainforest Site - click and save rainforest. Sponsors pay. Clicks alone saved 8002 acres in 2007.
A Click for the Forest - click and save threatened Swedish old-growth forest. Sponsors pay.
Myclimate - calculate and offset your greenhouse gas emissions.
Climate Balance - click the button to offset the emission of 10 kg (~20 pounds) of carbon dioxide for free.
Ecological Footprint Quiz - "Caution: This quiz may surprise you, shock you, or make you think. Please remain calm... but not too calm!"
World Overpopulation Awareness - "Overpopulation: Too much of a good thing."
The Future of Life - by Edward O. Wilson. Extremely good and important book.
Greenpeace - "exists because this fragile Earth deserves a voice. It needs solutions. It needs change. It needs action."
Bad Biology - rants about: Creationism, Risky Business, Pseudoscience, Bad Biology, Godless Scum and *gasp* Environmentalism. Read, laugh, weep, and think it over.
ARKive - "Creating a lasting audio-visual record of life on Earth."
Menstrual cups - safe, convenient, cheap and eco-friendly. Scream from the rooftops.

HUMANS
UNICEF - "Health, education, equality, protection."
The Hunger Site - click and reduce hunger. Sponsors pay.
The Literacy Site - click and give books. Sponsors pay.
The Child Health Site - click and save kids. Sponsors pay.
The Breast Cancer Site - click and stop cancer. Sponsors pay.
Wikileaks - they "expect to be of assistance to peoples of all countries who wish to reveal unethical behavior in their governments and corporations."

NOTHING TO SEE HERE
22 Billion Triggah Happy Monkeys - my 99% sucky photo site.
Lo's blog - my Swedish buddy and Rickmaniac.
Sarah's blog - my Belgian buddy and Rickmaniac.
Nine Inch Nails - lovely band with a thrilling blog. Download the latest album legally for $0...
The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! - download Saul Williams' latest album for free, or pay $5 to support the people involved and the music revolution.
Demonbaby - Rob Sheridan blogs about politics, enemas, the Normal People, stuff like that. Also check out his sketch blog, photography, etc.
The Meathead Perspective - Meathead clearly hates Nine Inch Nails and everything on his site is a goddamn lie.
Facebook - join the group "I saw Earthlings" and my group "The Presence for president". Then befriend me, I shan't bother you much. Mostly just nail your head to my Friends list and sigh proudly.
Youtube - actually, my profile, featuring award-repelling videos and important favourites.
Internet Movie Database - you check IMDB before you ask simple movie questions elsewhere, dammit.
Nicholas Lea - you know. Krycek from The X-files?
Joaquin Phoenix - all an actor-fan can ask for. Except he doesn't get to play baddies anymore...
The Slightly Weird Alan Rickman Fansite - suffocatingly funny site about... a chameleon.
The Alan Rickman Download Haven - but pay for Alan's work to show your respect when you can. Or support Amnesty.
Brad Dourif - Billy Bibbit? Gríma Wormtongue? I like range!
David Thewlis - remember to watch Divorcing Jack before you die.
Gabriele Boiselle - my favourite horse photographer.
Wrong Planet - "The online resource and community for those with Asperger's Syndrome."
Institute For the Study of the Neurologically Typical - could you have neurotypical syndrome?

SITES IN SWEDISH
Djurens Rätt - Animal Rights Sweden. They've got an English section.
Vegan.nu - huge veg community. You can speak English in the forum, you know.
Naturskyddsföreningen - Swedish Society for Nature Conservation. There is an English section.
Miljöpartiet de Gröna - the Swedish Greens. They've got an English section.
Goodstore - organic, vegetarian and fair trade goods on Skånegatan 92, Stockholm, Sweden.
Vegan Göteborg - a guide to all the best food in Gothenburg, Sweden.
Marsvinshjälpen - they find new homes for guinea pigs.
Svenska Hästars Värn - they care about horses all over Sweden.
Carin's blog - my buddy and her guinea pigs.
My blog 2002-2005 - broke free from Lunarstorm.se.
Yttermera - if laughter is your suicide method of choice, learn Swedish and click.

SPREAD THE WORD!

"Elin gets killed"

2008-05-24T00:05:00.009+02:00

Massive!!!! zombie story apparently written for/at school on November 4, 1992.
Translated yesterday. Inspired by Ötzi the Iceman and probably some episode of Ghostbusters.

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One day, Elin was out walking in the woods.
"I think I'm gonna go to the Tarn", Elin thought and went to the Tarn. She sat down on a rock. Then she heard CRASH CREAK from the other side of the Tarn. Elin looked that way. She almost fainted. Because along the shoreline - straight towards Elin - came an old green farmer who had risen from his grave! He was holding a shovel... And when Elin tried to take it, it disappeared. Then Elin woke up and ran home. Dad was sitting at the computer, working.
"DAD DAD!!!" Elin screamed. "DO YOU KNOW...!" She could say no more before dad turned around. His face was brown and dry. It was... THE ICEMAN!!! Then a whole bunch of old farmers stormed in. The iceman and the farmers killed Elin and threw the body in the Tarn.

"Elin and Indiana Jones"

2008-05-23T02:00:00.028+02:00

~Indiana Jones / Rescuers Down Under fanfic thingy
~Also starring: the cool alter egos of my buddy and me, our imaginary horses, &c.
~Written in 1993 + maybe later
~Translated tonight
~By: Ratexla
*** SUCK WARNING *** SUCK WARNING ***

One day when Elin and Millan were with Marahoo*, creaking sounds were heard from the forest. Mara and Blackie, who were their horses, got scared and whinnied.

- Did you hear something, Indy?
- Yes.
- We have to check what it is!
- What if it's a snake?!
- No. Come on now.

When Elin and Millan saw the two dark shadows they cried for Help!!!

- There they are! Indiana Jones roared.
- Marahoo, said Elin and patted Marahoo, now you gotta help us. Cover up the eggs.

Marahoo covered up the eggs.

- Now take one man in each claw and drop them in the creek.

Marahoo did as Elin had said. One of the men, James Bond, got water in his lungs and died. Marahoo ate him. Indiana Jones drifted towards the little waterfall. Elin and Millan didn't notice anything. They were re-sewing James Bond's clothes into sleeping bags and cases. Suddenly an ensanguined** and wet Indy stood before them.

- We're here shooting a film. You're not supposed to be here. In a short while I and the director will come and get the bird. Good bye.

Elin and Millan stared. They had to hide Marahoo and the eggs! Elin got to load the eggs into a box and tuck them in as warmly as she could and Millan packed food. And so they took off and flew southeast, towards Gotland. Down below they saw Indy and the director.

- You're standing half a metre from a snake pit, just so you know! Elin yelled.

Indy roared with horror, but it was just a woodlouse pit.

Elin, Millan and Marahoo were having a great time. It was May 17*** already and the sun was shining. After a few hours they saw a black stripe on the horizon. GOTLAND!!!

They settled down in a forest a few kilometres from Katthammarsvik. Elin recognised a farm. She and Millan had stayed there a few weeks each summer when they were little. Here they would remain until Indy could be assumed to have given up. They started building a hut right away. Then Marahoo wanted food. She found some dead rabbits. Elin lit a fire to keep away mosquitoes and the cold. Then they fell asleep under Marahoo's wings.

The next morning it was totally windless and +33.9 degrees Celsius. Marahoo signed that Elin and Millan had to go to the beach alone, because she had to guard the eggs. Elin and Millan protested, but eventually they went.

The water was freezing but nice and Elin and Millan dove among the giant waves that the warm winds**** brought with them. Suddenly they saw Marahoo writing in the sand and they ran there. "Indy has come here!"

They jumped onto Marahoo and flew to the eggs. They packed them and took off. Suddenly they heard the rattle of a helicopter. All 3 panicked and the girls held on tight, to the strap holding the egg box, as Marahoo dove*****. Indy's pilot (it was of course Indy) couldn't keep up. At last the helicopter disappeared across the Baltic Sea. The relief was great and Marahoo did a few extra flaps of glee.

But back by Marahoo's cave the Indy and the police were waiting. And Marahoo snuck up on them from behind, slowly - then she rushed up and bit their heads off. Happily smacking she ate them, while two equally happy girls put the eggs back into the nest. Now all problems were solved.

Or so they thought. The next day, a police officer came and wondered if they had seen his colleagues.

- No, Millan said. People hardly ever walk here, because there are no paths.
- Oh, said the police officer. Then I'll have to do it the hard way from the start. You're said to have a valuable bird here, according to Harrison Ford. And don't try to deny it.
- Yeah, maybe, said Elin calmly and fetched Marahoo.
- If you say ONE word about her, she might use these, said Millan and knocked on Marahoo's big sharp claws. Besides, no one can catch her. She can go anywhere she wants, so high that no one can see her. To Antarctica, north Africa, Canada, Russia or Australia. Or Iceland. Give up your search, please.

The officer sighed. Then he left.

Officer Hansen tore open the door of the police commissioner's office. The commissioner was sitting in there with coffee and a coconut pastry******.

- Excuse me, but... I've found the bird. It's huge! But it would be a shame to kill it. Can't we...
- HELL NO! DON'T YOU REALISE HOW DAMN MUCH MONEY THERE IS IN DOWN, MEAT, TALONS... EVERYTHING WILL BE FUCKING USED. NO SENTIMENTAL COSSETTING*******!!!
- Listen to me for a bit. There are three eggs in the nest. Get it!
- Eggs? Eggs, you say?! We have to raise the chicks and start a farm! Think of all the money!

The commissioner's mouth watered at the thought of the future and all the omelettes with tender slices of eagle meat. After filling his belly he could contently fall asleep on an eagle skin pillow stuffed with golden down.

- They've got horses there, officer Hansen said suddenly. Two ponies.
- To hell with them! screamed the commissioner cheerily. Let's go.

When they got there, Elin and Millan were saddling up Mara and Blackie. Luckily Marahoo had hidden herself and the eggs. Taken a private flight to the mountains, so to speak.

- Hrm, the commissioner started. Out with the bird!!
- Oh, that! Elin said. It's right there!

She pointed at a magpie that had just settled down in a juniper bush.

- Actually I meant the giant eagle! the commissioner snarled.

Elin turned away and unnoticably pulled a small onion from her pocket. She poked a hole in it with her fingernail and rubbed some juice under her eyes and sniffled. Then she said sadly:

- She's dead.. she flew away to look for food... but... then we heard a shot... and a scream... when we got there, she was already dead... and then a man came and picked up the eggs...
- Are we supposed to believe that? the commissioner wondered. But then he changed his mind. Both the little lassies were weeping so heart-wrenchingly...

- We should have understood that, he said. Then he left.

The next day, Marahoo came back.

MARAHOO WAS FREE!!!!

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*Fucking awesome giant eagle and my main obsession from that Rescuers Down Under movie.
**Ey, cool word.
***Whoopsiedaisy!
****Not so windless all of a sudden!
*****Eagle not dove, dumbass.
******Disgusting.
*******I had never seen this word in me life.

Cutest folder names in school comp

2008-04-30T16:10:00.002+02:00

"Alpha-Moffa's pictures"
"Anna's_old_rag"
"Poop sandwich"
"exia Pike Crew aka The Brokeback Projekt"
"Flanders"
"Kattis Sausagemonkey"
"Looong term experiment Fish physiology SS-08"
"Malin Ranger"
"Marina goes marine"
"Mission Osmoregulation"
"spiny dogfish niggah crew"
"Quest of Zander"
"Screensaver for the win!"

"Them Rangers at the funfair" - English script!

2008-04-29T11:47:00.008+02:00

From a school play! Aye! View the 354973 times funnier Swedish live version here!
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THE DANCING CLOWN: *sings*
THE DANCING CLOWN: "Hello hello, and welcome to Funfair Fantastico! I hope you'll have a good day."
THE MUM: "Let's go this way."

THE CHILD: "Oh! Mum, mum, I want ice-cream! I want ice-cream!"
THE MUM: "Now calm down. We only just got here, there will be more opportunities soon."
THE CHILD: "I want ice-cream NOW!"
THE MUM: "~~Dude, CHILL THE FUCK OUT.~~"
THE DAD: "I'll fix some ice-cream. Hi."
THE ICE-CREAM VENDOR: "What would you like today?"
THE DAD: "3 balls."
THE ICE-CREAM VENDOR: "What flavours?"
THE CHILD: "Vanilla, chocolate and rum raisin?"
THE ICE-CREAM VENDOR: "Sprinkles?"
THE CHILD: "Yeah, tutti frutti, yeah!"
THE ICE-CREAM VENDOR: "That's 20 SEK. Thank you."
THE MUM: [inaudible]
THE DAD: "The path of least resistance."

STRONG ADOLF: "Come and see if you're as strong as Strong Adolf! See if you can hit the sledge hammer all the way to the top! Come and see! Come and try!"
THE MUM: "Franz, remember when we were young...?"
THE DAD: "Well, I'll see if I still can..."
THE CHILD: "Yeah dad, show us how strong you are!"
STRONG ADOLF: "That's 30 SEK then, for 2 tries. Watch out for the gentleman now..."
THE DAD: *bonk*
STRONG ADOLF: "A little more!"
THE CHILD: "Yeah, one more time, dad!"
THE MUM: "Come on now, Franz, show them -"
THE DAD: "AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
THE MUM: "Oh, Franz! Ring ring ring! There's been an accident at Funfair Fantastico, hurry up, my husband is injured!"
THE DAD: "ARGH, I'm dying!"

THE AMBULANCE: *siren*
THE MUM: "Here comes the ambulance, take it easy."
THE DOC: "This looks serious, what happened here?"
THE DAD: "I'm dying!"
THE DOC: "That sounds serious. I think we'll have to anesthetise your ickle shoulder."
THE DOC: *stab*
THE DOC: "You hold, I'll tug."
THE SHOULDER JOINT: *POP*
THE DOC: "Let's bring him into -"
THE OTHER DOC: "Yes, we better take him to the hospital."
HYPNOTIC SOUND OF SIREN: *echoes through the street*

THE CHILD: "What happened, mum?"
THE MUM: "We'll take the car and hurry to the hospital and see how things are with Franz."
THE CHILD: "Yes, we will."
THE DANCING CLOWN: *sings*
THE DANCING CLOWN: "Have a good day, thanks for visiting!"

Ratexla's 6 Nine Inch Nails lists

2008-04-21T17:06:00.002+02:00

Updated at appropriate times.

The Nine Inch Nails songs I listen to the most...

From Pretty hate machine:
+Head like a hole (The first I heard of it was a wee piece, but I thought I'd like it!)
+Down in it
+Sanctified (Church vibes... leading to The-Great-Hall-from-Harry-Potter vibes... come sit by the fire, Severus.)
+Something I can never have (If I can ever be arsed to make an Alan Rickman Soundtrack version 2.0, this is so going onto it. A song for Severus.)

From Broken:
+Last (*punches the dry mud*)
+Happiness in slavery (The way I let my amusing obsessions enslave me?)
+Physical (Track #98. Yes.)

From The downward spiral:
+Closer (...)
+Big man with a gun (~~Mostly for lyrics.~~ No, I now really like the whole thing.)
+A warm place
+The downward spiral (Mostly for lyrics. Solutions...)
+Hurt (Beautiful, esp the whispered parts... and others... and, on a side note, the kingfisher in the video, I almost went Christian from all the symbolism in those 3 s. :O )

From The fragile:
+Somewhat damaged
+The wretched
+We're in this together (Must... never... drive... while listening... to... this song... argh - )
+Even deeper
+The great below (One of my deathbed songs. And lullabies, in the meantime.)
+Into the void (But the best part is the video. Ewww, humans...)
+Where is everybody?
+Please
+Starfuckers, Inc.
+I'm looking forward to joining you, finally

From Still:
+Something I can never have (Combines the Desperate Voice and the 21st Century Voice... (see below.)
+The becoming (Def better than the original, whose background screams gives me visions of fleshy pale humans piled up in hell. Think I got it from some medieval painting in some history book. And that is not the music video of my choice. As it happens.)
+The day the world went away (A still blue shiny ocean on a July morning, it beats the original, and I could make a list of all the pwetty things in that video... Here are some of them for now: warm saturated colours, feather, flowers, fine sand, Trent, little black grains, black snake, yellow crystal.)
+And all that could have been
+Leaving hope

From With teeth:
+All the love in the world
+The hand that feeds (The intro subtly comes pounding up from some rebel basement, then the new badass Political!Trent jumps out at you!)
+Love is not enough
+Only (My first Nine Inch Nails song, at least the refrain stuck... 2 years later I remembered the song as "pretty good & sexy"! It turned out I had remembered it partly wrong, but whattehell!)
+Getting smaller
+Beside you in time (The pounding is half the torture! Nah. I started to like this after I saw the trailer for the Beside you in time DVD, which I suppose I will get some time. Lovely elegant magical animalistic sweaty dreamy LIVE NINE INCH NAILS TRAILER. :D )
+Right where it belongs (Good all the way, but when his voice suddenly becomes un-distorted and the crowd cheers... *bristle*)

From Year zero:
+Hyperpower! (The sound of a certain invaded concert? My death of choice. If their aim is true, at least.)
+The beginning of the end (And almost the beginning of the lovely lovely Year zero. I remember when I first put it on...)
+Survivalism (My buddy the Nine Inch Nails-sceptic likes this! :B )
+Me, I'm not (I didn't think much of it at first, but heard it in a new... light in the background of a Trent interview.)
+Capital G (Mostly for lyrics. TrentRez4Prez.)
+The warning (Mostly for lyrics. THE PRESENCE FOR PRESIDENT! *hands the presence a piece of organic hemp cloth*)
+Another version of the truth (Nice lullaby. I just like to listen to and envision each beat. Hypnosis? :9 The first part sounds tense, perhaps building up to... to a nuke explosion! Which of course fucks up the microphone placed next to it, so only a soft noise fades into the second part, my fave. Its... temperature varies. Like the warm air rising now and then from a bus radiator. The warmth is spindly, but at least your frozen fingers cheer (the finger-cheering way) each time it hits them.) But anyway - what would the title have to to with my initial mental video? Anotherversionofthetruth.com shows a peaceful field with some worrying text. If you scrape the picture with your cursor it reveals one of a degraded industrial wasteland. Because... the cute dream came true for a time, and for a chosen few, but since it is presently carried out in an unsustainable manner, the ruined scene beneath is just as true, for others, or will be for all, if not enough is done to prevent it. Both pictures are "brought to you by the US Bureau of Morality". They can create the fleeting dream and the resulting nightmare.)
+In this twilight (Love at first hearing. Our last day.)
+Zero-sum (Love at first hearing. The last song in the history of human civilisation. And there is whispering...)

From Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D:
+The great destroyer remixed by Modwheelmood (Faceslap to me: I, the remix-hater, tossed the CD in the player, listened with interest to the first track because at least that was Saul and one of my fave original tracks - then The great destroyer came on and I found myself grinning fool-happily during the first listen... Oh, a remix that doesn't go BLIP BLIP BLIP and requires dancing. Slow and kind of acoustic. Sadder! I'm not crazy about the original, though I like the lyrics (well, what I imagine they're about... which may be several things...) - now it's perfect. Nearly - where did "the limitless potential" go?)
+Another version of the truth remixed by Kronos & Enrique Gonzalez Müller (I find this as enjoyable as the original version. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, the sound of Godzilla - or some more normal animal - thirsting to death on the Scorched Earth, squeak-squeak-squeak, a bit of a collapse. That second post-apocalyptic part sounds quite HAPPY and could almost pass for a Jane Austen movie soundtrack. If the Austen movie in question were to feature some ivy-covered factory chimneys in the background, aye.)
+In this twilight remixed by Fennesz (Also just as lovely as the original, but this too sounds... happier and (even?) more hopeful. Whaz that swishing overhead - nuclear missiles, mayhap? Siiiiiiinging in the missile rain... You know, that is very interesting, because I heard that most species are much more radiation tolerant than humans. :B Anyway. The final note fades out almost forever, like a supernova sending Trentdust all over the universe, where eventually it may nourish another biosphere. SNIFFLE.)

From Ghosts I-IV:
+3 Ghosts I (Perfect I.)
+12 Ghosts II (~~Illegal elephant products and rainforest wood~~ Some fearless piano and a ghostly whisp of noise ~~lived~~ ran together in perfect harmony, like a little velvetty grey Arabian horse suddenly being joined by a rockin' Friesian on its morning sand jog. Yes, I did recently watch The young black stallion clips on Youtube. Cuz I never heard of that movie getting released. :p )
+13 Ghosts II (Ever since, after about 2 whole listens, I had it pointed out to me by Meathead and some fangirl that it contains BREATHING. A breathing ghost. *crankup*)
+14 Ghosts II (Perfect II. It reminds me a little of the scene in Gladiator where the cam spins around Team Maximus et Juba in Zucchabar, for they are caught in an upward (or should that be downward?) spiral (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) of success, fame, insanity, adrenaline, arse-sand and groupie-counts! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Then there is that euphoric, drunkedly dancing, howling guitar on TOP of the perfection!)
+20 Ghosts III (Random guitar comes floating into the soundscape. Like a ghost. Or a Dementor.)
+24 Ghosts III (I agree with Meathead. 80's car chase.)
+32 Ghosts IV (The first perfect Ghost to haunt my fave list. Flustering! Kind of porny! However, Meathead's sharing his vision of another 80's car chase cooled me off a little. Fuck.)

Miscellaneous:
+Suck (Some drum 'n' bass version of this Pigface cover.)
+Burn (From the Natural born killers soundtrack. I remember like 1 fragment of that movie... but I like it already. Again. *weep* Fuck. *dab* I tend to listen to this, among others, after, er, heated discussions about -)
+Dead souls (Joy Division cover from the soundtrack of The crow. I have it on CD, but this live version from the Reading Festival in 2007 is even... even...)
+Past the mission (With Tori Amos. *slrrrrp* Orange chocolate. Can I get the multitracks though plzthnx, I can barely hear Trent. Still, my heart vibrates with the frequency of his voice. Btw, I've now checked out 3 Tori albums and my mum likes her too.)
+Falling (Quake track without official title.)
+(Intro) Whisper (Outro) (Quake track without official title.)
+Pulse (Quake track without official title.)
+First born (Quake track without official title.)
+Driver down (From the Lost highway soundtrack. Hmm, on my unofficial compilation CD it's called Drive her down, which is implied to be a reference to...)
+Metal (Gary Numan cover. Love at first hearing due to much sexiness.)
+Deep (From the Tomb raider soundtrack. I don't claim to like it only because everyone hates it.)
+Non-entity
+Flyentology (With El-P. Ahhh! The Desperate Voice... but not enough of it...)
+Break (With Saul Williams. There's some Trent voice in it somewhere...)
+WTF! (With Saul Williams.)

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My mum's favourite Nine Inch Nails songs... Why yes, I enjoy making lists.

+Terrible lie
+And all that could have been
+Leaving hope
+Only ("This one's good too! A few songs are difficult but other than that they're pretty good! One gets used to it! You have INDOCTRINATED me! ~~I let it get under my skin... I let you pump it through my - veinssssahhhhhhhhh...~~")
+Right where it belongs
+Zero-sum

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Works to which Year zero gives me more or less intense flashbacks...

Books:
+Collapse by Jared Diamond (He, however, claims we are NOT doomed from the start. *looks from jared to trent as if at some tennis game* Then I found this title among the Year zero banned media and died of happiness. But not of surprise... Btw: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is also among the banned media. That killed me again. TRENT - ?! :D Oh, wonderful banned media... in general. *extends must-read list* And - the Year zero sites are visible to us because the Solutions Backwards Initiative group sent them back through time? :) Hence the distorted look of them? Ahhhhhhhhh.)
+On the beach by Nevil Shute (Soy milkshake, check. Zero-sum, check. Cyanide pill, check. Euthanised pets, check. The sand is cooling.)
+Lady Chatterley's lover by D.H. Lawrence (I haven't got any English edition in my possession, but something the lover says about... what calms him...)
+The stand by Stephen King (Bloody repopulation. Anyway, I heard that fragments of it are visible on one of the Year zero sites...! Hmm, can't find it on the Banned media page... No matter.)

Films:
+Children of men ('Twas the chimneys. Bloody repopulation again.)
+E.T. (Environmentalist from space, kind of like the Presence. If the latter is an alien.)
+Soldier (Post-apocalyptic society on a garbage planet. I believe it is called kitchen sink realism.)
+The wild blue yonder (I could just go ahead and officially proclaim its ending my favouritest ever ever.)
+Terminator 1 (Love. And dogs. Love.)
+Terminator 2 (This film is so perfect that I haven't even got the DVD. I mentioned the Terminator movies in the review I had to write for On the beach.)
+Terminator 3

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Supposedly Year zero-related books I have not read...

+Oh, PROOOOOOOOBABLY 1984, by George Orwell
+They thought they were free by Milton Mayer (Trent mentioned it in a certain interview, could be useful reading...)
+Swan song by Robert McCammon (Recommended in a Nine Inch Nails blog comment. "It's about life after nuclear war, but it's like Stephen King meets....I don't know. Weird stuff, and not like real life, but interesting just the same.")
+Left behind: A novel of the Earth's last days by Tim F. LaHaye (Recommended in a Nine Inch Nails blog comment... "...basically the Book of Revelation set to fictional characters, all that YZ encompasses is right there."
+The road by Cormac McCarthy (Recommended in a Nine Inch Nails blog comment! :O "...a post-apocalyptic story about a father and son crossing America after a nuclear war.")

I want to eat you, books.

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Some shit to love about Trent/Nine Inch Nails...

Random:
+His ad against fur
+My x favourite songs
+His Artistic Integrity... even while he was still on a record label
+The Presence
+His dogs
+The Year zero-related artwork
+His treatment of fans on a small scale (judging by what Everybody reports)
+His treatment of fans on a large scale
+The Ghosts ~~video contest which resulted in many a violent clash between battling, camera-slinging fans~~ film festival... Yeah, I AM gonna get my filming off the ground. Soon.
+His new method of music distribution
+The range between emotions and between eras expressed in the songs (Range also happens to be one of the things I appreciate most in... actors... In this case, I love trying and failing to believe that it's the same bloke performing March of the pigs and Another version of the truth, or blooper-giggling on MTV. Or it could all just be my a) people-prejudices b) prosopagnosia. He seems so sincere, and (as someone pointed out) does not appear to be slaving under some stereotypical image of himself but will curse and giggle as he pleases. :9 Aye, it's fun to shock people.)
+His unwillingness to discuss lyrics (Me and poetry... :p I was getting a bit nervous about interpreting things the wrong way ~~because doing so will cause hairy palms and lightning strikes~~... when I could guess at any meaning at all, that is. After I had heard him say what he said, the lyrics entered a less solid state and trickled into every corner of the unit known as Yoze, working as a key that would more often than before find a fit. Thanks for your blessing, dahling. :B )
+His ability to get off drugs
+His ability to get off record labels
+His sense of humour
+His blog
+His cursing

Vocals:
+His whispering voice
+His singing voice
+His 21st century voice
+His desperate voice
+His speaking voice (Bloody 'ell. I hereby declare that Trent has my favourite voice of all non-Brits. "...fucked us", "Charles, that is", "...while you're hiding in the trees", "...that you're the reason..." *lobotomises self with ice pick in order to block all other distracting sensory perceptions*)

Year zero sites:
+The Mailstrom with keys
+Grace the Teacher
+The Hour of Arrival
+Operation Swamp 0000
+The popup message from Consolidated Mail Systems
+The Situational Anxiety Disorder Quiz
+The Price of Treason
+Hollywood in Memoriam
+The Viability index

Yoze is ~~visually oriented~~ a shallow bitch:
+His eyes
+His 2005 hair
+His height
+His ~2000 eyeliner
+His nose
+His 1994 hair
+His name
+His eyebrows

-----------------------------

Oh, to have been there for the release of...

...Pretty hate machine back in 1989!
The first Nine Inch Nails album! My age of 6 at the time should not have hindered me, ffs, seeing how my taste for rock was founded no later than 1990 or so (when I got my first real record and attended my first concert - double-thank you, Gianna Nannini). I wonder if I heard any Nine Inch Nails hit on the radio in 1989? What if I had noticed it, and liked it, and - and - uh...

...The downward spiral back in 1994!
The most famous Nine Inch Nails album, I suppose. The breakthrough? So I wouldn't have been able to say "I was among the first 4 people to discover Nine Inch Nails" - something I still cannot say, ACTUALLY. I also would have been subjected to 1 cancelled Swedish concert and 1 decade of waiting for Nine Inch Nails to return here, but at least I would have had the live experience by now. (TIMES 2 OR SUMMAT!) And the ability to brag about my decade of fan-suffering. (Speaking of suffering, think I had my first suicidal thoughts in 1994. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. On the other hand, my English sucked. Harder.)

...The fragile back in 1999!
The most anticipated album of the 90's? The one that would Save Rock? :)

...With teeth back in 2005!
Trent survived, Trent got clean and Trent made another album. That would kind of have been cause for celebration. As would said album's rockiness.

...Year zero back in the thickening fogs of April 2007!
My favourite Nine Inch Nails album and its wicked, mysterious, confusing surrounding art project!

...Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D back in - oh dear!
The record shop said they expected to get it on November 28, 2007. I stomped in there around noon and they had not unpacked it yet. Mrrrrr. Shouldn't someone have grown tired of tossing and turning, unlocked the shop around 3am and unpacked a few CD:s before opening time? :p They need me.

...Ghosts I-IV back on March 2, 2008!
~~Only ~19 years late, wee I shall knowingly witness the release of a completely new Nine Inch Nails album. According to the stats, it will contain something fucking marvellous.~~ Actually I still missed this release by 4 hours. BLADDY 'ELL! It happened just like this:
December!Trent: *posts cosy mysterious studio photos at nin.com*
Trent on February 7: "We have been very busy doing secret things. We’ll start to tell you about them soon."
Trent on February 16: "2 weeks"
Ratexla: *freerides on others' calculations that this means march 1*
March 1: *arrives quietly*
Ratexla: "Dare I go to the sci-fi con today? In case NIN.com gets updated? Btw, no, fuck the sci-fi con, I'll go tomorrow... but now I got all geared up to go, so I'll just check out the record shop for a bit."
Trent on March 1: "Soon..."
Ratexla: *returns home to find above post*
Ratexla: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Ratexla: *recalls meathead's recurring definition of trent's definition of "soon"*
Ratexla: "Just in case something really will happen on March 1, I'll spend half the night in front of NIN.com, commenting and reloading. Because I cannot wait to see what will happen, and I don't want to look like a shitty fan with a fucking life."
NIN.com: "Soon..."
NIN.com: "Soon..."
NIN.com: "Soon..."
Ratexla: "It's the perfect time for me to distribute those 150 Animal Rights Sweden pamphlets tonight though. Trent would understand. [Tough shit if he wouldn't.]"
NIN.com: "Soon..."
NIN.com: "Soon..."
Fellow blog commentator: "If he really posted that from Hong Kong, he's probably asleep right now."
Ratexla: "Good point. I will sleep until it's morning in Hong Kong. Or even a few hours more, so I can stay up tomorrow morning... and reload."
Ratexla: "SNORE."
Ratexla's paper gnome phone: *BEEP*
NIN.com: "Soon..."
Ratexla: *gets around the paper district abnormally quickly*
NIN.com: "Soon..."
March 2: *is*
Ratexla: "Hey, I'm going to the sci-fi con... If you're gonna be surfing anyway, could you check NIN.com every now and then and call me if it's updated?"
Folks: "WTF?! YOU ARE TAKING THIS TOO FAR!"
Ratexla: *stalks sci-fi stars (but first, makes another shocking discovery)*
NIN.com: "Soon..."
NIN.com: "Soon..."
Ratexla: "Yawn. Well, it's no longer March 1 anywhere, not in Hong Kong, not in LA... So... whatever will happen may happen at any time during the next few weeks now, eh? Sweet, I can go to bed."
Ratexla: "SNORE."
Trent: "Tick tock... Tick tock..."
Ratexla: "SNORE."
Trent: "2 hours"
Ratexla: "SNORE." :)
Ratexla: *dreams about tori amos and trent, fyi*
Ratexla: *cruelly kicks computer into action*
Trent: "Ghosts I-IV - The new Nine Inch Nails record is available RIGHT NOW."
Ratexla: *blink*

...ah, fuck it! Option 30's album, of which I hear there are 1000 copies!
I'm looking, I'm looking... :)

Ratexla's poetry 1998-2007

2008-02-25T10:15:00.006+01:00

Yeah, well... YOU'RE UGLY!!!!!!!!!!11

Maple signs
A maple leaf fell on me
I took it as a sign

I woke up in a pile of maple leaves
and took it as a sign

A huge maple tree fell over me
and crushed me

I died happy

Eating on air
I turned my TV on
There was a program about cannibals

I switched the channel
to see a snake eat a rat

And then I watched a scene in Patient X
You and some bitch were in it, btw

Illogic
1 planet
2 languages
1 ratgirl
21 years
2 continents
1 ratboy
0 common sense

Love

More, more!
If I say I'd like to see more of you
It might very well mean
that you should be more on that TV show

But it most likely means
that you just should be in some bed
where I wanna see more of you :-P~

Pain
I've been in such pain all day
and it doesn't seem to go away
(rhyme! hihi??)

First of all I woke up with Da Pains
and realized that if I met you
we wouldn't be able to do it

And my sore throat made me understand
that if I saw you
but you didn't see me
there would be no way of making myself heard

But the worst pain was in my soul
as I thought of the fact that I would
never meet you or even see you
Never see you and absolutely never meet you
anyway

Wrong guy
You're 7500 kilometers away
Before I existed you'd had a million girlfriends
Your lover is a model
50000 women worldwide want you badly

So what!

Only
We're only 8000 kilometers
9 hours
21 years apart

As a dreamer I like the word "only"

Anger
In the morning I got in a bad mood
Because someone did force me out of bed too early

At school I got mad
Because my teacher was a bitch

I wasn't expecting to get murderous
as I went to bed

But you weren't there

Fall
I hate fall
Everything's dark
Cold rain

Was what I wrote 2 years ago

Last fall
You came to me

I wrote
I love fall
The red maple leaves make my world a better place
The dark is good to hide in
And we get to fuck in peace

This fall
You're leaving

I repeat:
I hate fall...

Requirements
If I ever wanted to know the color of your eyes
I'd have to
stand close to you
put my arms around you
feel your body close to mine
and maybe make you lie down
so that I could see your eyes

Too bad! :-P~

Hot
I went out naked in the rain
and thought of a city
and of someone there

Didn't freeze.

Death
In case a nuclear bomb would kill me
In the middle of the night
It’d be nice if you knew
You'd been the last person I thought of

T.T.I.O.T.
When the sun is blocked by the powerful
and the spotlights are blinding

I want you to know
Down there in the darkness
The truth is resting

Real thing
Listening to one
Looking at another
Talking ’bout the third

While thinking of you
And following your dreams

Curses
Damn this
Fuck that
To hell with him

Bless you

Blind SOAB
I want you to see me

I’m the rat in the hole in your wall
The cop behind the magic mirror
I’m your guardian angel

And I want you to see me

Invisibility
So I see
I’m invisible, right?

I’m pretty good at
sitting in front of you
looking sad
asking quietly for attention
without you noticing

Well then I guess I could just as well
call you morons
shoot your grandmas
and burn to death
without you noticing

RIP?
When you die
Don’t RIP

I’ll be there
Snoring by your side

Tagging
I *heart* Nick
Nick rules
YS + NL = True

My love was a crime
that made the cops get me

Catboy
Like the tiger you are
Like a wild cat
You came

I wanted you to be mine
Like the wild cat you are
You belong to no one

I loved you
Like the wild cat you are
You never loved anyone

You began to walk away
Like the wild cat you are
Your life will never change

My life changed;
I died
Who the hell can live
without a heart?

Mini-saga about vacation of some kind
The poor high school class
had to go to a
really boring kind of place.

One courageously broke out and
fled west on a stolen
Arabian thoroughbred.

LA glistened under the setting
sun.

Natasha became a big movie
director and her old enemies
choked on their sour beer
back home.

Mini-saga: The last day
On the last day I
went and told the evils
to kiss my flowery ass.
They tried to catch and
kill me, only to discover
- the following second - that I
was already on the next
plane to Out There. I
laughed and waved all the
way to the Bermuda Triangle.

Change of heart
There were lots of those loves first
Only one was to last
I expected a burst
but I’d learned from the past

After three years’ obsession
my whole world lay on thee
a secret possession
and a mission for me

I felt too safe to care
when I cared about him
My heart lay all bare
when the bolt made me dim

Smell of blood
Our seagulls party hard as hell
Some fishers reach the shore
The teachers find no soul to bore
In June life CAN be swell

As temps race up into the sun
I leave the movies’ night
I’m one of few within the light
Where freedom lets you run

Along the river roars the bus
I scream, ”Speed up, speed up!”
Can’t wait to get there, to THE TOP
I’ll get him, just because

Two green eyes flash when I walk in
They light up Goblin’s Hat
A crazy gaze, acknowledge that
I yell, ”You’re mine, Joaquin!”

River watching
By the darkening river
his brotherly talk gives in
His tongue moves on to wilder grounds, her skin
Cool fluid makes her shiver

With flesh like red hot Inca gold
he makes her rich, he should be told
She turns away her aching eyes
to spot the dove, it greets them twice

Through jungle, across glowing desert rocks
she clings to him, a mass of raven locks
A long fall into a emerald mine
She’s broken, dies smiling in their starry shine

Rise and shine
With him in the straw
and the sound of a river
a kitten’s soft paw
and the trash packed with liver

They watch from the outside
The cat’s now a cheetah
Their souls rush on worldwide
But he slows down to meet her

The memory’s bitter
Yet sweet as his kisses
It’s the lightning that hit her,
the dreamworld, she misses

The rules
In the gold of the sun
or the milk of the moon
Whenever I meet him
I will act like a loon

In the skin of a lamb
and my guts filled with bird
A single mistake
and he won’t say a word

I will mention my bro
while we stare at the river
He will throw up the tofu
and scream, ”You’re chopped liver!”

If the list of these rules
fly right out of my pocket
He won’t think it’s sweet
Only flee like a rocket

Trapalanda
The stable door closes,
a new gate will open.
He staggers behind her
to the shape in the shade.
She embraces his neck, it’s thin,
and weeps in his mane, it’s gone tangled.
She takes off his halter
and he takes the last leap.
He hears the sound of his hooves on new grass,
not the gun shot.
He sees the sun rise, and the dew.
She sees it set.
He can feel clear water fill his belly,
the cooling she feels is his blood.
The final sigh in her face
becomes his first song through morning mist.

Trapalanda (in Swedish, what harm can it do)
Stalldörren stängs,
en ny port ska öppnas.
Han stapplar bakom henne
till gestalten i skuggan.
Hon kramar hans hals, den är tunn
och gråter i hans man, full av tovor.
Hon tar av honom grimman
och han tar det sista språnget.
Han hör sina hovar mot nytt gräs,
inte skottet.
Han ser solen stiga, och daggen.
Hon ser den sjunka.
Han kan känna klart vatten fylla honom.
Kylan hon känner är blod.
Den sista sucken i hennes ansikte
blir hans första sång genom morgondis.

Jacob
The thunder last night was hard
but I greet you and forget it.
You tell me you’re sorry
for making the decision for me
for asking me to leave
and to sleep.
You can’t feel my pain.
All I do is hope
that you’ll let me sink in peace,
to the darkness beneath the surface.
Hot tears hit my nose,
shaky hands stroke my face,
I cradle in soft arms and listen.
We will take a walk,
go to bed,
meet my friends.
Your voice blends into my dream
until there’s no more dream.
I’m suddenly there.

Jacob (Swedish version)
Åskan i natt var svår
men jag kysser dig och glömmer.
Du ber om förlåtelse
för beslutet du fattar åt mig
för att du ber mig gå
och ber mig sova.
Du kan inte känna min plåga som jag.
Allt jag gör är hoppas
att du låter mig sjunka ner i ron,
till mörkret under ytan.
Heta tårar träffar min nos,
darrande händer stryker mitt ansikte,
jag vilar i mjuka armar och lyssnar.
Vi ska ut och vandra,
vila tillsammans,
möta mina vänner.
Din röst flyter samman med min dröm
tills drömmen upphör och blir verklig.
Jag är där till sist.

Mitochondria (in the spirit of possibly computer-generated song lyrics. Really.)
What would I do without you
When I’m tired, you get me through
You’re always there for me
As if I’m greater than the sea

You keep me good and warm
I could never do you any harm
For as long as the sun will shine
I know you will be mine

You give me so much power
And live in every bird and flower
You keep me from dying
For you I will always keep trying

Spoonman
I'll cut your heart out with a spoon, he promised
And like all the other times in his life when he did something right
He kept his promise.
Only the spoon was too sharp
Too pure
Too flawless
For her to feel.
Used with such skill
She didn't stir once
Until many years later
When she due to lucky chance
Had the spoon pointed out to her.
She stared in disbelief
Her eyes rolled back
Her tongue rolled out
The DVD shop owner's brand new convertible rolled on.
And he only smirked with the spoon and her heart
In his hands
Hiding one face or a hundred of his
And did his job as he had done all along.
At petrol stations
In misty dungeons
On the cloud next to God
Carrying people through the silver rain underneath
That slithered through her brain.

Moonworm
I stand on the shore
tasting the wind for grass and smoke
A sallow moon rises to ripple in black
Less brilliant than that by which I was blinded
two nights past the vagabond desert star
No brighter than those moons I’m waiting to see
Two twin moons covered in unthirsty violets
Hiding now behind the rim of my world

Daisy
I run to the end of the world
To the daisy meadow
I claw at the daisies in the meadow
And I stretch my aching flesh amongst the daisies
And roll around in the daisy meadow
Begging for daisies to sully my clothes
Eating some daisies with raging delight
The heat wants my death by sunshine
between proud stiff daisy stems
Still daisies fill my senses and my little daisy vase
Not until night do my tears water salty shrivelled daisies

Their god
Said to possess that bush-burning power
He looks over all the cubicle walls
Calls attentions
And they lean into his extended arm
That points out all around
What he shows them
Panoramic essences of truth and decay
At whose end the bush is burning
Having brought about its own ignition

Heroin sweet
I imagine pure and infinite love. Love
that is every particle in the universe and
fills each of one’s love receptors. Each. The
universe holds no vacuum, for
it has become a black hole of love. Still
it retains its size, is blinding, and
lets one touch every corner. You
are expanding with love, the
universe with you. Only
this love has value. Love
intense as a panic attack, agony, exploding
heart, suffocation, spinning
head, vertigo, ascending
human body, scream. Love
that says yes to snot, shit,
puke, piss, saliva, mucus. The love
gazes smilingly at pain, disease,
mutilation, noise, depression,
poverty, collapse, addiction and
untimely death.

Erosion
The brain's pearly rough surface and
the lion's scraping tongue have
torn asunder a spot of my
skin, showing raw red meat and white
bones beneath. His shell is long
removed, the distance between our
ulcers only glassy screens. It will one
day, many nights, cease to be. Our
bloods are exchanged as one cares for
the other, trust for trust. Closeness
in thoughts and time until space is
traversed and he gives us everything.

Group hug!
All is a stormy vortex of black
sand circling, through dark yellow dying
light, a glistening man, our
final sight, one last shore to
grasp in lingering human hands. Our
blood went. What we once sucked for
life died. Now only the wait for
a winter remains. We
shall fade and not know the
next explosion as light for a
time returns. Eyes
close from what we never wanted to
see coming. Arms feel him solid in our
grip still. Against
walls of hearts beat echoes firing the
battles we went down fighting. Pulses
slow while we wait, nay, rest with
him, hearing, feeling, inhaling
scents and sharing unseen
kisses of sweat and pearl gray and
lips now smoky.

Ratexla's unprofessional & not very annual Oscar... non-bets

2008-02-23T17:12:00.016+01:00

Con commentz. Carin may herewith consider her wish for a certain review granted (it deals mainly with pants and slaughter videos).

Best Motion Picture of the Year
-Atonement (2007): Tim Bevan, Eric Fellner, Paul Webster
-Juno (2007): Lianne Halfon, Mason Novick, Russell Smith
-Michael Clayton (2007): Sydney Pollack, Jennifer Fox, Kerry Orent
-No Country for Old Men (2007): Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, Scott Rudin
-There Will Be Blood (2007): Paul Thomas Anderson, Daniel Lupi, JoAnne Sellar

+This is starting out well as I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF THE FILMS IN THE MOST "IMPORTANT" CATEGORY. That means they have nominated the wrong movies. However, I read about There will be blood yesterday and, uh, it's about oil and stuff, in the olde days. Still it reminds me of Nine Inch Nails' newer work. :D

Best Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role
-George Clooney for Michael Clayton (2007)
-Daniel Day-Lewis for There Will Be Blood (2007)
-Johnny Depp for Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)
-Tommy Lee Jones for In the Valley of Elah (2007)
-Viggo Mortensen for Eastern Promises (2007)

+Cuz Johnny was working with Alan & Sacha... Well, nothing wrong with Johnny either. I'm surprised I'm not obsessed with him. Aaaaaaaaaand I HAVE seen Sweeney Todd! Flashback to Earthlings.

Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role
-Cate Blanchett for Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)
-Julie Christie for Away from Her (2006)
-Marion Cotillard for Môme, La (2007)
-Laura Linney for The Savages (2007)
-Ellen Page for Juno (2007)

+Cate is my fave among these! Elizabeth I II is on my gonna-see list, even though I didn't get shit of the first one. *bites into another flax seed*

Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role
-Casey Affleck for The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007)
-Javier Bardem for No Country for Old Men (2007)
-Philip Seymour Hoffman for Charlie Wilson's War (2007)
-Hal Holbrook for Into the Wild (2007)
-Tom Wilkinson for Michael Clayton (2007)

+Um, yeah, Into the wild is on my will-see list. I just gotta read the book first. After I've read 64 other books. I heard that it's about/for the kind of people who have read too much Jack London (my fave piece of fiction is THE CALL OF THE WILD!) and Henry Thoreau (my fave piece of non-fiction is THE FUTURE OF LIFE, WHICH CONTAINS A CHAPTER ABOUT THOREAU! I also wanna read Thoreau's book about civil disobedience. Dunnask. :D ). The background story sounds like something I would have liked to do when I was 12 and suicidal...er. Who is Hal Holbrook? This was a tough choice since Casey Affleck is rumoured to be best buddies with my fave piece of mankind, JOAQUIN PHOENIX!

Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role
-Cate Blanchett for I'm Not There. (2007)
-Ruby Dee for American Gangster (2007)
-Saoirse Ronan for Atonement (2007)
-Amy Ryan for Gone Baby Gone (2007)
-Tilda Swinton for Michael Clayton (2007)

+Fuck it, let's get Cate another one.

Best Achievement in Directing
-Paul Thomas Anderson for There Will Be Blood (2007)
-Ethan Coen, Joel Coen for No Country for Old Men (2007)
-Tony Gilroy for Michael Clayton (2007)
-Jason Reitman for Juno (2007)
-Julian Schnabel for Scaphandre et le papillon, Le (2007)

+The one I'd most like to see in this category cuz... I've briefly attempted to imagine such a life.

Best Writing, Screenplay Written Directly for the Screen
-Juno (2007): Diablo Cody
-Lars and the Real Girl (2007): Nancy Oliver
-Michael Clayton (2007): Tony Gilroy
-Ratatouille (2007): Brad Bird, Jan Pinkava, Jim Capobianco
-The Savages (2007): Tamara Jenkins

+I have seen a few minutes of Ratatouille... (In Swedish, alas.) Rats rule. The Juno trailer actually sounded terribly promising, but seeing how it's from the anti-death lobby... (Yeah yeah yeah, I know it officially ISN'T... *puts recycled Al foil on head... or somewhere else*)

Best Writing, Screenplay Based on Material Previously Produced or Published
-Atonement (2007): Christopher Hampton
-Away from Her (2006): Sarah Polley
-Scaphandre et le papillon, Le (2007): Ronald Harwood
-No Country for Old Men (2007): Joel Coen, Ethan Coen
-There Will Be Blood (2007): Paul Thomas Anderson

+AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Again, seen none. The one that's supposedly from the pro-imagination lobby, then.

Best Achievement in Cinematography
-The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007): Roger Deakins
-Atonement (2007): Seamus McGarvey
-No Country for Old Men (2007): Roger Deakins
-Scaphandre et le papillon, Le (2007): Janusz Kaminski
-There Will Be Blood (2007): Robert Elswit

+I have seen... THE TRAILER! It could be good, right. Cinematography in one's head.

Best Achievement in Editing
-The Bourne Ultimatum (2007): Christopher Rouse
-Scaphandre et le papillon, Le (2007): Juliette Welfling
-Into the Wild (2007): Jay Cassidy
-No Country for Old Men (2007): Ethan Coen, Joel Coen
-There Will Be Blood (2007): Dylan Tichenor

+A London-Thoreau thingy can't not have BRILLIANT EDITING!

Best Achievement in Art Direction
-American Gangster (2007): Arthur Max, Beth A. Rubino
-Atonement (2007): Sarah Greenwood, Katie Spencer
-The Golden Compass (2007): Dennis Gassner, Anna Pinnock
-Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007): Dante Ferretti, Francesca Lo Schiavo
-There Will Be Blood (2007): Jack Fisk, Jim Erickson

+Mmmmmmmmmmhm, it had pretty nice art direction I guess... When does this list end, I'm relatively unobsessed with movies at the mo.

Best Achievement in Costume Design
-Across the Universe (2007): Albert Wolsky
-Atonement (2007): Jacqueline Durran
-Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007): Alexandra Byrne
-Môme, La (2007): Marit Allen
-Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007): Colleen Atwood

+Alanpants... Sacha...pants or whatever... Johnnystripedbathingsuit... Thanx.

Best Achievement in Makeup
-Môme, La (2007): Didier Lavergne, Jan Archibald
-Norbit (2007): Rick Baker, Kazuhiro Tsuji
-Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007): Ve Neill, Martin Samuel

+The one with the bloke with eyeliner/eyeshadow/it's one of those/I should work in an evil bimbo makeup shop and fail to endorse animal-tested shit! Sooty-eyed blokes, though... See also: Sweeney Todd, Gladiator, Trent during the Fragile era.

Best Achievement in Music Written for Motion Pictures, Original Score
-Atonement (2007): Dario Marianelli
-The Kite Runner (2007): Alberto Iglesias
-Michael Clayton (2007): James Newton Howard
-Ratatouille (2007): Michael Giacchino
-3:10 to Yuma (2007): Marco Beltrami

+Didn't he do the Vertical limit soundtrack? Which was good.

Best Achievement in Music Written for Motion Pictures, Original Song
-August Rush (2007): Jamal Joseph, Charles Mack, Tevin Thomas ("Raise It Up")
-Enchanted (2007): Alan Menken, Stephen Schwartz ("Happy Working Song")
-Enchanted (2007): Alan Menken, Stephen Schwartz ("So Close")
-Enchanted (2007): Alan Menken, Stephen Schwartz ("That's How You Know")
-Once (2006): Glen Hansard, Markéta Irglová ("Falling Slowly")

+Happy working song sounds like shit (title-wise, I ain't heard it)... So close, however, sounds closer to Closer, the classic Nine Inch Nails tune we always used to sing during Kindergarten assembly... No, of course we didn't, for that was in the EIGHTIES, SILLY!

Best Achievement in Sound
-The Bourne Ultimatum (2007): Scott Millan, David Parker, Kirk Francis
-No Country for Old Men (2007): Skip Lievsay, Craig Berkey, Greg Orloff, Peter F. Kurland
-Ratatouille (2007): Randy Thom, Michael Semanick, Doc Kane
-3:10 to Yuma (2007): Paul Massey, David Giammarco, Jim Stuebe
-Transformers (2007): Kevin O'Connell, Greg P. Russell, Peter J. Devlin

+*SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK*

Best Achievement in Sound Editing
-The Bourne Ultimatum (2007): Karen M. Baker, Per Hallberg
-No Country for Old Men (2007): Skip Lievsay
-Ratatouille (2007): Randy Thom, Michael Silvers
-There Will Be Blood (2007): Matthew Wood
-Transformers (2007): Mike Hopkins, Ethan Van der Ryn

+Squeak.

Best Achievement in Visual Effects
-The Golden Compass (2007): Michael L. Fink, Bill Westenhofer, Ben Morris, Trevor Wood
-Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007): John Knoll, Hal T. Hickel, Charlie Gibson, John Frazier
-Transformers (2007): Scott Farrar, Scott Benza, Russell Earl, John Frazier

+Was it Compass that enchanted Carin so greatly, or was it Enchanted? I'll just take my chances with Compass. *shrug* Though Johnny Sparrow is visually tasty.

Best Animated Feature Film of the Year
-Persepolis (2007): Vincent Paronnaud, Marjane Satrapi
-Ratatouille (2007): Brad Bird
-Surf's Up (2007): Ash Brannon, Chris Buck

+I made a mental note to see Persepolis... I think... and if I could find it after it finished its 3-second run in local theatres. That is. Rats still rule, but they also don't need me support because they've got Disney now. There there.

Best Foreign Language Film of the Year
-Fälscher, Die (2007) (Austria)
-Beaufort (2007) (Israel)
-Mongol (2007) (Kazakhstan)
-Katyn (2007) (Poland)
-12 (2007) (Russia)

+Poor Borat-victimised Kazakhstan.

Best Documentary, Features
-No End in Sight (2007): Charles Ferguson, Audrey Marrs
-Operation Homecoming: Writing the Wartime Experience (2007): Richard Robbins
-Sicko (2007): Michael Moore, Meghan O'Hara
-Taxi to the Dark Side (2007): Alex Gibney, Eva Orner
-War Dance (2007): Andrea Nix, Sean Fine

+Only one I've heard of... And I do wanna see.

Best Documentary, Short Subjects
-Freeheld (2007): Cynthia Wade, Vanessa Roth
-Corona, La (2008): Amanda Micheli, Isabel Vega
-Salim Baba (2008): Tim Sternberg, Francisco Bello
-Sari's Mother (2006): James Longley

+... ... ... I'll just pick the oldest movie. Perhaps it's unfairly struggling if it needed 2 years to get recognition. If only the same attention would be given to some of my struggling faves. *weep*

Best Short Film, Animated
-Même les pigeons vont au paradis (2007): Samuel Tourneux, Vanesse Simon
-I Met the Walrus (2007): Josh Raskin
-Madame Tutli-Putli (2007): Chris Lavis, Maciek Szczerbowski
-Moya lyubov (2006): Aleksandr Petrov
-Peter & the Wolf (2006): Suzie Templeton, Hugh Welchman

+Someone among the NIN.com blog comments have been nagging about a walrus, which is my fully legitimate reason to, uh, place my bets on this movie.

Best Short Film, Live Action
-Om natten (2007): Christian E. Christiansen, Louise Vesth
-Supplente, Il (2006): Andrea Jublin
-Mozart des pickpockets, Le (2006): Philippe Pollet-Villard
-Tanghi argentini (2006): Guy Thys, Anja Daelemans
-The Tonto Woman (2007): Daniel Barber, Matthew Brown

+That's some Nordic title. Root root.

Unimportant notice

2008-02-20T14:40:00.002+01:00

Hem hem.

The lovely Link Orgy will from now on sit permanently on top of this blog like a gargantuan Adsense.

Truth challenge

2008-02-11T11:33:00.000+01:00

Challenged by Carin way back!
-Link to the one who challenged you.
-Tell 7 truths about yourself.
-Challenge 7 people at the end of your post.
-Leave a message to the ones you challenge.

Me 7 truths:

~I could faintly smell chloride or NOx in the comp room just now. What?!
~Sitting still like this for most of the day doesn't make me feel tip top.
~The current song in my head is Niggy Tardust by Saul Williams. *COUGH*follow link*COUGH*
~On my paper rounds this weekend I was more tense and jumpy than usual due to having read Creepy Pasta on Friday afternoon. +O
~Later I thought I could smell kerosene in the comp room. 'K.
~There are 66 books on my wanna-read list at Facebook.
~I like making lists. Yeah.
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Uhhh... The usual then... Lo, Sarah, Darktroll, B you've got a blog, right? And some strangers... Hehe, I assume some of you will read this. :p

22 Billion Triggah Happy Monkeys = image collection

2008-02-09T23:59:00.006+01:00

+If you would like to use any photo outside your own computer or wall, please ask me first! Thank you! :) E-mail: yoze83@yahoo.com
+Most of the photos were taken by me. The rest are used with permission... pretty much ;B
+Some links do not yet exist, because: a) Yahoo Photos died on 20-Sep-07, b) I'm waiting for my Webshots account to grow, c) I hate Kodak Gallery. Luckily, no one will miss anything. :D

NON-HUMAN ANIMALS
+Various animals
+Invertebrates
+Various dogs
+Ellen the cairnterrier
+Various horses
+Arabian show in Munkedal (21-Jul-2002)
+Gothenburg Horse Show 2003
+Gothenburg Horse Show 2005
+Icelandic horses competing in Säve, Sweden (4-Sep-2005)
+Ponies jumping in Billdal, Sweden (12-Mar-2006)
+Sören, feline friend
+Zorro, cat cousin
+Birds
+Corpses
+Dissection of spiny dogfish

NATURE & PLACES
+Sweden
+Lake Louise & other spots in Banff NP, Canada
+Vancouver, Canada
+Norway
+Gotland, Sweden
+London, England
+Paris, France
+Glasgow, Edinburgh & Stirling, Scotland
+Tallinn, Estonia
+Stockholm, official capital of Sweden
+Plants
+Fungi, lichens & various aliens
+Micro

SHRINE
+Almost meaningless album unless you're a Nicholas Lea fan
+"Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban" London premiere
+"Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire" London premiere
+"Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix" premieres in London & Gothenburg
+Robbie Williams live in Stockholm 2003
+Robbie Williams live in Gothenburg 2006
+Celebrity collection

RANDOM
+Vegan cuisine
+My art
+Light of night
+Seen downtown
+Boats
+Yoze galore
+Yoze World

YOUR fave part of the documentary Earthlings?

2008-01-04T01:45:00.002+01:00

The grinding of a dog into a garbage truck?
The ripping out of a cow's trachea and esophagus?
The chopping of a piglet's tail, ears, teeth and testicles?
The boiling of lobsters?
The slitting of a dolphin's throat?
The slow sawing through a cow's neck?
The burning of a pig's skin until it cracks and falls off?
The skinned canine slowly lifting its head and looking around?

Earthlings - PETAtv.com - ISawEarthlings.com - HSUS.org

Evaluation of 2007

2008-01-01T17:36:00.002+01:00

List stolen from Carin (who stole it from Ida).

1. What day in 2007 will you always remember?
August 7, when I read the interview that led me to Nine Inch Nails, and got offered my first (and possibly last) job related to my education.
2. Did you keep any of your new year's resolutions?
I don't make them. When I don't procrastinate (which I do 99% of the fucking time) I prefer to Waste No Time. :) I mean... I prefer to waste no time even when I do procrastinate. It just doesn't occur. :p
3. Did any of your friends become a parent this year?
Sarah, on July 25.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
I noticed no such event, though it probably happened to a few bed mites.
5. What countries did you visit?
UK and Norway.
6. Is there anything missing from 2007 that you want in 2008?
A real job = something one can potentially do for 40 h/week (and where I'm not just a sub either). Oh, and the end of oppression, plus the rise of a massive, SUFFICIENT environmental movement. FO REAL!
7. Did you do something this year that you've never done before?
I got a (2-day) job that had something to do with my education.
8. What was your greatest achievement in 2007?
Well... I secured meself a master's thesis project for the spring of 2008... *shriek*
9. Biggest mistake?
Some more crushing of Tellus with my sweaty filthy oversized ecological footprint? Hopefully the foot was at least shrinking. And somewhat compensated for. Fuck.
10. Have you been ill or injured?
Nothing incapacitating except cramps... The fucking bitch...
11. Best buy?
The CD Year zero by Nine Inch Nails.
12. On what did you spend the most money?
Hopefully on conservation, but possibly on CD:s... *checks data* Largest one-time expense: iPod, used.
13. Did anything make you really happy?
My folks decided rather suddenly to quit eating chickens, pigs and eggs. For a moment there, I stopped laughing at certain people who have got Faith In Humanity............................. but nothing has come of it yet. My mum later said she's thinking of becoming a vegetarian (I suspect she means pescatorian) but she/they are still working on those WALLS! The folks seemed to be thinking about animal industry videos, so I guess I'll have to show them some more. Except, you know, they scream and run and hide behind their walls.
14. What songs will always remind you of 2007?
Probably most of what Nine Inch Nails did 1989-2007, FOR SOME REASON. :D
15. Were you happier or sadder this year compared to previous years?
I don't know. Hey Jared, who's winning the ecological race? At least I got to be high on crush drug and EXERCISE!
16. What do you wish you had done more?
Spread animal rights propaganda (BOO!), saved the environment, studied, read, gone to concerts, shot racehorses after all.
17. What do you wish you hade done less?
Destroyed the environment, accidentally stepped on snails in the night, eaten stuff due to boredom, surfed due to boredom, slightly but stupidly fucked up at work.
18. How did you spend Xmas?
I eventually decided to go to auntie's place with the others, mostly in order to see people's pressie reactions, sprinkle some weirdness, explain that The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust! that I gave away was not actually stolen despite being home-burned, and get an extra hour of cycling. I left early and listened to my new Manson CD.
19. Did you fall in love this year?
Crush, affection. :)
20. Fave show on TV?
Hmmm... Planet Earth? :D Interesting and pwetty! Hopefully it woke some latent environmentalism everywhere. Actually I only caught a few eps, but am considering getting the DVD.
21. Best book you read this year?
Fact: Collapse: How societies choose to fail or succeed by Jared Diamond. 8O Fiction: Harry Potter and the deathly hallows by JK Rowling. XD
22. Greatest musical discovery?
*gag* NINE INCH NAILS!
23. What did you do on your b-day in 2007?
I received and listened to With teeth by Nine Inch Nails. Fucking Aunt Flo arrived unexpectedly early but did not beat me up too bad. I also played around with the Terrible But Great GIS at school and hated it. Then I had a McBean *slrrrp* and saw This is England with my mum. &c.
24. Is there anything that would have improved your year?
See point 6. Moreover, if I had read a certain Trent interview in the local paper on July 30... I MIGHT have checked out Year zero and become a fan in time... to get my arse to the Stockholm gig on August 7!? :O "Just a little reminder of all the what abouts and all the might have, could have beens..."
25. How would you describe your style in 2007?
Um. Well-worn and black.
26. The best new people you met?
*mutter* Peeeeeeople? :S Well, I met RealLife!Carin and some Harry Potter actors, and then I started commenting on the Nine Inch Nails blog and met some nice people there.
27. Disappointment of the year?
Our collective ecological footprint is still too big and the moral circles of some are still too wee. Concerning my personal little life, I would not yet say "the continued absence of a Real Job to keep up my sleeve for post-graduation" because the job I did get led me to Nine Inch Nails which was nice and possibly important and I may still get a Real Job. :B

Facebook status...es? 2007

2007-12-31T21:13:00.002+01:00

(Most of them, and not in perfect order. I wonder if I would blog more if I weren't spoiled by this lovely Facebook function?)

-Josefine is getting her werewolf wounds licked. By Remus.
-Josefine is in detention.
-Josefine is sleep-walking in the dungeons.
-Josefine is schoolbookless until tomorrow or summat.
-Josefine is curled up with a cuppa warm soy milk & a pile of school handouts.
-Josefine is in Facebook rehab.
-Josefine is on the run from Facebook rehab.
-Josefine is watching a wee bit of Blow dry.
-Josefine is surfing on her day off... OH NO!!!.
-Josefine is toying with her sleeping pattern.
-Josefine is PLAYING DANGEROUS GAMES with her sleeping pattern.
-Josefine is going to the cinema to see “Becoming Jane”.
-Josefine is reading.
-Josefine is blog-stalking Trent Reznor.
-Josefine is getting high on NIN.
-Josefine is reading Collapse.
-Josefine is recovering from a brutal dental exam. Cavity count: 0. EVER! XD
-Josefine is injecting vodka as anti-freeze.
-Josefine is pondering what to do with her freedom to punish bothersome online customers.
-Josefine is composing the ultimate veggieburger.
-Josefine is descending into NIN’s The Great Below.
-Josefine is having sinful, forbidden fantasies about surviving the spring semester.
-Josefine is drying up & calming the fuck down after her paper round.
-Josefine is walking the dawg.
-Josefine is ACTUALLY gonna read school PDF:s now, then watch “Elektra” just because of JASON ISAACS OMFG!!! XD
-Josefine is listening to sedative music.
-Josefine is staring at a 1983 photo of Trent.
-Josefine is ACADEMICALLY 99% FUCKED & once again able to describe her life entirely in NIN quotes.
-Josefine is off to some Johnny Cash church event called “Hurt” even though she technically doesn’t even listen to Cash. NIN gig surrogate, you see! XD
-Josefine is toying with her sleeping pattern.
-Josefine is zorry but the thought of having to rank her friends & the like gives her them heebiejeebies! :O :)
-Josefine is pointing & laughing evilly at NIN’s former record company.
-Josefine is a bad bad student, Severus sez.
-Josefine is only celebrating WORLD VEGAN DAY and legally downloading a HISTORICAL ALBUM. One she will possibly fucking hate. :D.
-Josefine is having a NIN-hiphop tea party. Aye. *COUGH* http://www.niggytardust.com/ *COUGH*.
-Josefine is googlin rainforest birds.
-Josefine is performing 4000 painkiller-free castrations on Swedish pig industry people daily. They like. It's cheap, too.
-Josefine is checking to see how many millions have joined the 1ºC group since yesterday *COUGH*.
-Josefine is getting high on green tea.
-Josefine is going to die a most gruesome death if they don't FIX THE FUCKING 6 DEGREES APPLICATION WITHIN 40 SECONDS!!!
-Josefine is almost studying.
-Josefine is fighting in the Battle of Tradera.
-Josefine is filling in blog-list #395723957.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D even though she is generally a remix-hater.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and reading ecotourism article #259275.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and is confused by the werewolf application. Oh well.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and über-daydreaming.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and dayumnear killing herself with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tI_GkdPeHGE.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and drowning her school books in tea.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and uploading 4000000000 RANGER PHOTOS. :O.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and taking a nite shower.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and sadly Facebookin at school again.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D, Year Zero part II, a DVD, NIN, revolutions and death.
-Josefine is waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D and is gonna go paper-gnoming tonight, weeee.
-Josefine is no longer waiting for Y34RZ3R0R3M1X3D. XD.
-Josefine is rilly getting the fuck off Facebook now.
-Josefine is ... reading?
-Josefine is licking nin.com.
-Josefine is smooching nin.com. And reading some school Powerpoints... glah...
-Josefine is smooching nin.com and looking at all the pwetty figures in the textbook.
-Josefine is awake?
-Josefine is wondering what nin.com sounds like today (RIP, speakers), and panicking over how much she will suck at tomorrow's exam.
-Josefine is done with her last exam ever. X'C Only scary projects left now.
-Josefine is probably gonna watch Earthlings tonight, in case you wake up tomorrow wondering why THE WHOLE UNIVERSE IS GONE.
-Josefine is still up after 22 h. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qdr9S6ExJcI.
-Josefine is Oscar-nominated for http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxDlQ0j7Knw.
-Josefine is still up after 23 hours... again. Driven by adrenaline, NIN, tea and maybe skinned dogs looking around.
-Josefine is desperately e-mailing her boss for more work.
-Josefine is staring suspiciously at and prodding her school projects, whilst sighing romantically over nin.com.
-Josefine is prodding her school projects suspiciously.
-Josefine is not totally unable to acknowledge the existence of her school projects, at least today! GO YOZE!
-Josefine is wondering what everyone thinks about http://www.gunshotsbycomputer.com/REDIRECT.html?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
-Josefine is happy that mediearkivet.se has kept the password that was handed out by J's teacher in... 1999.
-Josefine is thrilled to see that someone joined "I saw Earthlings". XD *NUDGE*
-Josefine is a bit offended that they finally removed the obligatory "is" from the status. She was up to the challenge ffs!
-Josefine is uploading photos of her dog to Webshots! Prepare to die!
-Josefine is stroking her profile pic.
-Josefine is not fluffy and white-haired... kinda.
-Josefine is off to infiltrate a Marilyn Manson gig!
-Josefine is paying some billz.
-Josefine is downloading 40000000000000000000000000000000000 remixes from http://remix.nin.com/. :9
-Josefine is learning a new scary paper district.
-Josefine is possibly relaxing.
-Josefine is reading?
-Josefine is reading The Children of Men and suspecting, after 7 pages, that it beats the movie. :D
-Josefine is hating the DRM-nazis at musikshop.gp.se. Anyone got "Still" by Nine Inch Nails? 'Twould kinda be legal.
-Josefine is watching Harry Potter 5 for the first time in 5 months! OMG!!!
-Josefine is gonna pop in at the fam xmas party, but not because she's a total slave under mindless traditions or anything! RAAAAAA!
-Josefine is alone at last. :9
-Josefine is hypnotised by some supposedly ultra-rare NIN tracks. Cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy cosy.
-Josefine is reading an evil/funny blog.
-Josefine is licking 2008's ass and sucking its moist toes.
-Josefine is listening to Year Zero.

Materialistic Xmas result

2007-12-30T21:11:00.001+01:00

-WWF membership*... My first, actually! :O
-Black eco-cotton shirt that says "mother earth" which reminds me of Nine Inch Nails' lyrics "our mother nature is a whore" and I like to scribble the first verse of Survivalism in margins and on napkins at random times. I didn't ask for that shirt, but oh well, let's spread some awareness then. SOME. (:B
-Pinkish knitted mittens that my mum... got... from her workplace for free. They will make cosy paper gnome mittens when my faux leather gloves get too worn or out of season. Like, now.
-Nine Inch Nails CD called Ultra rare trax.* It certainly doesn't look like an official release. It looks like it was made lovingly by a semi-professional fan - no label... Hottish pics of Trent sporting the Sirius Black look... Little track descriptions on the cover... In any case it contains 11 trax (Trent is so cool that he wouldn't NEED to use that hip spelling, hehe) which I mostly wouldn't know how to get otherwise as some were previously unreleased. Indeed... Since I might not really have been reminded of their existence and tried to download them. Love.
-$$!!!
-Wall calendar from The Swedish Society for Nature Conservation* featuring photos from the Baltic Sea, which is literally in deep shit. I didn't have a planning-friendly wall calendar in 2007 and that sucked.
-Black eco-long johns to keep me snug and warm until all the ocean floor methane is burped up and grills the Earth.
-USB memory stick - 4 Gb, retractable. My old stick was 128 Mb, now I'm selling it. The bids are up to 16 SEK at the mo! 8O
-2 bars of Lush soap to protect us all from evil. But I later traded Lush soap with another family member, and got a kind called... OMG... SNOWCAKE! XD It smells like marzipan. Hope my sensitive nose can handle it.
-The golden age of grotesque by Marilyn Manson*
-Wee horse wall calendar that Carin sent me! Squee! Most of the photos feature foals, some of which are FUZZY. *diez* *thud* Most are also taken by Bob Langrish, who is not generally my fave horse photographer (GABRIELE BOISELLE IS! XD ), but *slurp chew sigh* this is a very well-working collection. It shall hang in my room and help me remember what to do in my life. (The ocean calendar will hang in the kitchen and daily bombard all passers-by (handful) with environmental tips.) The horses: Headshot of a cute little brown horse which looks like a dollish Arabian or maybe their sugary cartoon-verse equi(!)valent Welsh pony. Chestnut mare and her chestnut foal. Fuzzy paint foal, trotting. Chestnut foal pretendig to be a bigass dressage pro. :B Another chestnut mare and chestnut foal. Headshot of an alert chestnut. Wavy-maned leopard mare with her nearly white foal. FUZZY CHESTNUT FOAL OMG!!! Gallopping Friesian! Headshot of chestnut foal, gilded by light from setting sun. Paint Shettie and paint foal. Fuzzy grulla.
-5 pairs of eco-socks, some with cute animals on them, one pair made of HEMP! Hemp, I hear, is the shit. 4 times stronger than cotton but only 5% as thirsty. It is resistant to pests... and reportedly the Swedish anti-drug lobby has gone into overdrive and illegalised the growing of hemp here, even though the variety used in clothing cannot be made into drugs. Meh! LOOK, HYSTERICAL ANTI-DRUG LOBBY! I'M WEARING HEMP!
-Ticket for a Bruce Springsteen gig* in Gothenburg on July 5, 2008! 2 x 57000 tix sold out quicker than ever. I haven't heard much of Bruce, but what I've heard isn't bad, so I better take my chance, and gigs are always fun.
-2 pairs of eco-knickers
-Fixed by Nine Inch Nails* - remixes of the songs from Broken. Fixed has become freely available at the remix site since I bought the CD...! I have not yet formed an opinion on the remixes. Maybe I should just sell it on to some true packaging whore and pay Trent properly for all my 2nd hand Nine Inch Nails albums when (?) the next album is released online and no evil record label eats most of the money. :)
-Earthenware lasagne vessel thingy, kind of Gladiatoresque...

*Known pre-Xmas!

Wishlist challenge

2007-12-10T22:42:00.001+01:00

Challenged by the challenging Carin once more.

Write a wish list with 7 wishes. Motivate [if necessary, hehe]. Tell 7 bloggers to do the same.

-I wish there was no oppression. XC Including environmental destruction.
-I wish to know when this sweet torture of waiting for another European Nine Inch Nails tour will end. XD
-I wish my major final uni project whatever-the-English-word-is-maybe-thesis was already given 1 (or 2 - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) thumbs up.
-I wish for a shag. That is in no way an invitation to just any fucker out there.
-I wish I won several billions, yeeeeeeeeeeah! If excessive wealth would turn out to be a pain in the arse like they say, perhaps the WWF would like to take it off my hands. :)
-I wish to hear the next Nine Inch Nails album. :D Not trying to rush great art or anything! :O
-Wish there was something real, wish there was something true, wish there was something real in this world full of you! Er, just stole that from Nine Inch Nails. Wish from Broken. :9

So I challenge... uh, I don't rilly know 7 bloggers. :O Lo, Sarah, Mel 1, Mel 2, Darktroll and 2 random volunteers. :q

4000 Swedish pigs castrated without painkillers every day

2007-11-26T00:01:00.002+01:00

Reason: Painkillers are too expensive... someone thinks.
Source: Göteborgsposten.
People who masturbate to the thought of fine Swedish animal protection because they think $$ holds no significant power over ethics in lawmaking: Deflowered. Feeling empowered? You are. Chop chop.

Oh, as I was writing the draft for this, Nine Inch Nails' The wretched started playing in me iPod. How extraordinary. We can listen to it in hell.

& now... we shall dangle Sincerity off a cliff.

2007-11-19T23:57:00.001+01:00

The following post is fucking confused and probably confusing.

Last few months, I've been letting simmer thoughts about, um, Sincerity. I incidentally became obsessed with Nine Inch Nails around the time I joined Facebook. Trent seems to be all about sincerity, and on Facebook I wrote shit that my classmates (Facebook allies) had no previous idea of, which might change their perception of me (as if the risk of their reading + giving a shit + minding is great...) and kiiiiiiill them with shock. I'm not saying I have become a clear blue, table-dancing Goblet of Sincerity. Just simmering going on, mostly. Minor experiments, maybe.

There was once a lovely, unfindable TV series called Once a thief.

Once a thief char: "Wow... Honesty is... refreshing!"

The sensation of...
a) exposing myself to pieces of perceived reality from which I would normally shy away for simplicity's sake... (Trent has spoken of watching certain movies "to be disturbed"...)
b) speaking my mind where once I would have shut up for reasons of immediate comfort... (Trent never let the label have their way with him...)
...resembles that of letting a train or ocean wave hit me. :q

When I think of a) here I think mostly of visual media, because I am not so intensely brainwashed that I wish to... uh, do anything about my arachnophobia, go to war, look people in the eyes or listen to them eating bananas. Some phenomena in front of which I could throw myself:

-E.T.! Aye! Hard to watch. E.T. represents all that is innocent, oppressed and abused. XC
-The alternative version of the Into the void video by Nine Inch Nails. :D
-The shining. Maybe I should quit running for tea every time the rotting woman comes on.
-Earthlings. Not that I need motivation, not that it's a feel-good docu, but I have decided to watch this some time soon. Just so you don't have to wonder... in case you wake up without a universe one day.
-Negative environmental news
-Bush speeches

Enough exposure to heavy shit such as the above might result in, I dunno, being swept off my feet? Panic attacks? Nothing? Shrinkological defense walls going BOINGGGGGGG? Walls crumbling?

:) :( Could be interesting, or not.

On to b).

Once a thief again.
Mac: "'Victor, Victor...' What do you SEE in that guy?"
Li Ann: "He's... honest."
Mac: "That is SO overrated."
Li Ann: "Yeah. All my life I've lived in a world where honesty was for idiots. And being with Victor is like... being in daylight for the first time."

Awwww. Ohhhh. Well. Spring sun picnics are nice. But I do love me shades and me baseball cap and my night-coloured garments.

SOME reasons why ~~one~~ I "can't" be constantly sincere (well, I could try, one always has a choice, just that one alternative is sometimes death and/or eternal shame):

-It might be defamation
-It might be abetment
-That's not how brainwashing works (and that's just too bad because my marketing book is not an amazing pageturner). Hehe, saying "that's not how X works" sounds like you know yer stuff well, no closer explanations needed. :D
-It might be a fucking long story where it would not help to start with "I know what this looks like, but..." because people still get mentally blocked and hysterical and shake their pitchforks and cannot be bothered to read the 4 pages of philosophy that could explain all perfectly and why would they risk wasting their time since everyone thinks they should read up on Everyone's respective philosophies
-I may not have thought things through (not being the finest, smartest and most logical of philosophers). History shows I can *gasp* change my little mind. You know it's better to shut up and let people believe you're an idiot, than to -
-I am so severely media-damaged, Jante-ridden, philosophy-bombed, clueless of who I am, data-missing, detail-fixated, unsure of WTF "who" means, and prejudiced that I cannot be sure ~~if some opinions are really mine, or optimal for me, or utilitaristically correct~~ WTF I THINK.
-Obviously the issue may not be important anyway

Magazine: "What do you do for a living?"
Trent: "Peel back the skin and show people what's underneath."

(Nine Inch Nails-Induced Terminator Flashback #2.) Loads of skin-peeling going on. And what's underneath? I spy a rather nice strong shiny ~~metal~~ endoskeleton, at the end of the day. If I, on the other hand, were to peel off too much of my skin -

Planet of shit... Facebook closes down in horror... :B

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The shrinkological defense walls. I wonder if mine are unusually thick or thin or neither. Seen signs of both "extremes". And I wonder what it would be like without walls. There's got to be a mental illness caused by their absence. Maybe that's -

They are undoubtedly useful, but I'd like to demolish some of them. Working on it. (You should try it.) With a little plastic hammer.

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Just sayin.

How is Niggy Tardust doing so far???

2007-11-18T23:58:00.003+01:00

I have not yet seen any downloading stats for it, but a few days ago the paper published some stats for Radiohead's album. :B

-1 500 000 downloads.
-38% of downloaders paid.
-The average price they chose was £2.22.

I know that in 99% of cases of trying to predict what people will do, I am WROOOOOONG... That being said, I'm guessing a greater proportion pays for Niggy! :B [accent="southern"]Why?[/accent]

-Saul & Trent are less famous than Radiohead... right? Right? *measures by number of mtv videos seen by yoze = 0 saul + 1 trent + 2 radioheads* So the "few" people that do hear about Niggy are TOTALLY HARDCORE FANS LOOKING HARDCORE-LY FOR THE INFO and may be more loyal to the guys. On average. Btw, everyone says at least Nine Inch Nails fans are loyal as hell. Hehehe. Must live up to reputation.
-If Radiohead are bigger, people should be more prone to assume they are rich enough already.
-£2.22 roughly = $5... yes?
-I still dunno exactly what the story is here, but in short... some people seemed to feel a bit ripped-off by... Radiohead's ex-label?
-Paying for Niggy lets you choose better sound quality, even the free version's qual beats that of In rainbows IIRC.
-No lyrics or art with Radiohead's album.

OMG! Somebody MIXED GENRES! ;B

2007-11-04T04:30:00.001+01:00

The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust by Saul Williams.
Produced by Trent Reznor, which was why I found it. :B

Download this album, ffs. :B Yer options:
A. Download it for free. Really. Get addicted or not.
B. Pay 5 bucks if you like it.
C. Pay 5 bucks if you don't like it but want to encourage the use of this wicked, win-win, eco-friendlier, high-quality, DRM-free distribution model by ALL OTHER ARTISTS! :D
D. Options B + C.

~The sound has been described as... indescribable. Though not by ME. :D
~Do you not THINK you will like it? I have heard loads of people say so, then admit they guessed wrong. Like Nine Inch Nails, it's worth a listen or 8. Will you risk missing something?
~Are you turned off by, uh, whatever went wrong when Radiohead released their album in a similar way? This is different, better. (I still paid Radiohead... :p )
~Cool cover art.
~As I said, Trent produced it.
~Trent sings a bit on it. :)
~1 U2 cover.
~When Saul becomes a superstar and everyone uses the distribution model, you can say you downloaded this historical album THIS EARLY.

Btw, Master Trent has requested that we Digg it.

Hehe. IN YER FACES, disgusting record company fascists of whom I blogged 5 years ago! GENRE-MIXERS ESCAPED YOUR SANDPAPER! XD *pointsandlaughs*

I spent a day in the forest with a boy. We just couldn't say no & we went too far!

2007-10-29T09:02:00.000+01:00

That day was Thursday. And Tuesday-Wednesday I was out there with 2 blokes!

Erm. My classmates. Our assignment was to try and find key habitats, meaning nice shit, based on the presence of certain structures and species that indicate more hard-to-find, hard-to-ID, threatened species. And at times I felt as if we weren't picky enough in our key habitat-choosing. And sometimes it felt as if we skipped areas because we wanted to get outta there. :p (Now it'll feel like our fault when the habitats are mangled.) Oh, and we sucked at species knowledge. There were also times when we wandered off the map, because the map sucked AND was 12 years old.

Weather luck: Good. Every daaaaaaaaayyyyy was exactly the saaaaaaaaaaaaame. Cold mornings, warm later, sunny, still. From the bus out to the forest one could already see golden fog between the hills and thick mist serenely covering the many lakes or rising from the heather. And once in the woods we ran into the remnants of a slaughtered elk, the stomach and intestines (along with a tuft of hair and some blood). It looked like a gargantuan haggis baking in the sun. A few punctures.

*blob* *blubb blubb*

AND I HADN'T BROUGHT MY FUCKING CAMERA! After that it was 3 days before I had the chance to go back and get a shot for my corpse photo album. The elk haggis still looked kinda, ah, good. In a visual sense.

Musical inbreeding!

2007-10-22T22:36:00.001+02:00

Here is a shitty translation of something I wrote in my Swedish blog 5 years ago... Hehe, if only I'd had the purely true, uncompromising Trent there to comfort me. :D However, one day... I was going to stumble upon him. And his independence. Which has always been a reality, anyway. (SO HOLD ON, YOZE 2002. :p Refraining from checking out Nine Inch Nails in 1997 is still gonna trash your IQ test result though. It would have been 2 otherwise.)

Myspace was also unheard of. XD

***Friendly tip: Read no further if my CURRENT grammar & spelling causes you pain in any way.***

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Wednesday, September 04, 2002
musical inbreeding

the expression i stole from a letter-to-the-editor letter writer......but anyway: just happened to watch a part of Fame Factory or whatever it's called (TV3) and the steelhearted jury said like 48 times:
"sweetie, you gotta decide what your thing is, you can't do a little bit here and a little bit there. YOU CAN'T MIX GENRES, CAN YOU!!!?!?!?!?!?!!?"
hate that you can only get a record contract if you let the plastic-unidirectional-britney-popstars-contract thing fuck you :P and nobody DARES to do otherwise cuz then the record company might lose OOOONE BUUUUUCK!!!! ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! lucky i don't want a record contract (i mean, do not greatly desire it) of fuckin COURSE one can like/do different genres AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they disgusted me thaz all.....just wanted to say that..........consider how disgusting they are when you look for a record contract and so on and so forth............. <:)
whether the shit sounds good or not is irrelevant :(

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Now, of course, the sinful genre-mixing might not have been the main concern for Trent's EX-LABEL (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)... or it might have been. Butcha know what I mean.

I left a comment in me old blog, to be sent back through time. It said "STARFUCKERS!!! STARFUCKERS!!! STARFUCKERS INCORPORATED!!! STARFUCKERS!!!"

Scary challenge!

2007-10-22T03:43:00.000+02:00

OK, apparently I have been CHALLENGED by Carin! I said I'd try to fix this last nite, sorry I didn't. :p

Soooooo, I'm supposed to list my 5 fave cities that I've been to... (Cool hometown doesn't count, eh? :B )

Gawdayum unjust ranking...

1. Hmmmmmmmm... London, UK? I could do without a lot of London itself because there is too much noise and traffic and soot, but I need it because I HAVE HAD SO MUCH FUN IN LONDON! XD Celeb-collecting and shit. And there are some nice peaceful spots. :) Last visit: 2007.

2. Lake Louise Village, Alberta, Canada? The closest... "city" to one of the prettiest places on the planet. :D My visit: 2003.

3. Fort Lauderdale, Florida, the US? Temp. Water. Water temp. Waves. Size of sand grains. Pelicans diving 4 feet away from me. Palm trees. Lizards. Parrots. Art. Thunder. Rain. Lightning. In the world of Year zero, Fort Lauderdale has been drowned. My visit: 1999.

4. Paris, France. It felt cleaner and more open than London. Montmartre was VERY pwetty and romantic. :D My visit: 2004.

5. Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada? It's got Nicholas Lea, mountains, beaches, parks, and nearby cougars. :) Last visit: 2003.

Gasp. I gotta post pics from each city? Will do... when Webshots grants me more room in a few months. :p

List of all the countries I've visited. I collect countries. Too.

-Belgium
-Canada
-Denmark
-Estonia
-Finland
-France
-Germany
-Luxembourg
-Netherlands
-Norway
-Spain
-Sweden
-Switzerland
-UK
-US

Some other places I'd like to visit:
-Algarve, Portugal
-Costa Rica
-Croatia
-Ireland
-Lacock, UK
-New Zealand
-Peru
-Rome, Italy
-Thailand
-Zakynthos (sp), Greece

And I hereby challenge... hmmm... Lo!

May Bob have mercy on our dirty little hearts.

2007-08-28T13:33:00.002+02:00

Wow. Nobody can discover Nine Inch Nails later than I did.

Not my fave... band? ever ever ever, but I found it like this... Something like this:

~Around friggin 1997 I read an ole entertainment mag featuring a list that was pooooooossibly titled "How to scare grandma away". One of the tips was "Play Nine Inch Nails. Especially the song -" WHAT SONG DID THEY RECOMMEND, if any?! :) Closer, perhaps? Well. I had never heard (of) Nine Inch Nails, but remembered the name for eternity as it gave me a vision of curled, filthy, world-record-long finger nails. Scratching chalkboards and silken skin. Uhu! And seeing how they were recommended in this way, I figured it must be the most evil, badass, noisy band in the universe. Good to know - in 1997 I was concocting a cunning plan on how to scare realtors and would-be buyers from our lovely rental summer house. :) It involved presenting a spotless room to my anxious folks on inspection, and whipping up a post-apocalyptic room to show the buyers 10 minutes later. I made a drawing describing the method. (Display a frightening road sign on the wall, spill substances on the floor, etc.) It was ~~not at all~~ the most exquisite picture ever produced. And it is gone. Somewhere. :C *weep* Hehe, the above wasn't that important. Good times though. (The plan was never realised and the house was sold.) But I wonder if Nine Inch Nails was streaming from the drawing's portable CD player? Maybe not... I knew no lyrics after all. And we listened mostly to E-Type that summer. Badass. How annoying, I SHOULD have checked out Nine Inch Nails that very autumn! XC Once I had read that list it WAS, officially or not, on my list of bands to check out briefly before my death, even though I hardly expected to enjoy... the noise. But there were other artists, more interesting... *shuddering sob*

~2003 brought sweet RICKMANIA. On IMDB:s Alan forum the Snape fans were going and going and going and going and going and going on about some Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails (or so it feels). Aha, that scary band. Well, I suppose I clicked on some picture link to see what I thought about their comparisons between him and Snape. "Maybe a bit." :/ I clicked Back and forgot. Nowadays: "Icarenotifheisamericangobackto1994thento2006-andsmuggletheboyintosnapesworstmemoryscenedammit!"

~In the summer of 2005 I had figured out how to record things from the TV to my beloved DVD recorder, so I kept MTV on and ~~without food or sleep~~ I waited for my fave videos to pop up so that I could make a nice DVD version of old times' MTV tapes. A video I did not care to deev was... (this must have been in 2005, right?) Only by Nine Inch Nails. And that is the only Nine Inch Nails song I remember being played on anything I listened to or watched... :( So I listened. "That doesn't sound like the most badass band in the universe. Sounds kinda normal. Can't get a good look at the pin-creature though." He sounded older than I had imagined. Had I imagined anything? In any case... That was not the worst voice I had heard, I noted in the back of me head and moved on with my life. If only I had not...

~In 2006, I was too busy worrying about something all through the summer job hunting season, maybe that's why I had to make do with the paper gnome mission... :)

~...without which I might not have landed THIS year's district. (And if I had been jolly and normal, I might have found another job.) The paper gnome gets a few papers of her own each day, if she does the job right. On August 7, 2007, I was browsing backwards through the entertainment section of each paper as usual and spotted (in a paper I wouldn't have read but for my gnome job) some boring headline saying... nothing about Nine Inch Nails or the Reznor bloke, but it was an interview with him, I noticed. Thought I'd read it. I did. Wooooooooooo!

Ratexla's diary: "He seems nice and his new record seems cool. I should check. It's called Year zero."
Interviewer, magically calling from the page: "Did you know they're playing in Stockholm tonight?! :D"
Ratexla: "Whatever. Wonder if I'm gonna fall in love with Trent. His singing WAS pretty nice, and here he complains about people who think global warming is a myth. ~~Is it hot in here or is it just Trent?~~"

I considered the matter for a few days, ordered the CD, survived the death-plunging and returned home to the newly arrived Year zero. Late, so I soon hopped into bed and hit Play.

Year zero: *BOINK BZZZZZZZZZZZ SCREEEEEECH*
Ratexla: "Oh... fuck, the sound of dustbins rolling downhill. It was to be expected. I doubt I can get used to this, but the idea was cool nevertheless, so I had to check. Tomorrow I will read the interesting, inaudible lyrics, prolly put the CD on the shelf forever, or sell it, and be happy for the experience." *CRASH*

The next day I did read all the lyrics and was awaaaaaaake during the last 2 songs - In this twilight and Zero-sum, both of which I liked instantly. :)

Ratexla: "I will at least listen to THESE again!" *goes trentsurfing*
Fan on forum: "I had to listen to Year zero a few times before I could like it..."
Ratexla: "Def more chances for you, little CD..."
Site-owning fan: "Nine Inch Nails is not everyone's cuppa, but if you are meant to be a fan, you will find your way to it..."
Ratexla: "Beautiful."

By nightfall, I didn't find it too bad, even musically, AND I was tolerably high on crush drug. :) After a coupla days, several songs were brain-splattingly listenable. Steel in the night, down the road from Terminator 2... (Oh, ~~today~~ yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the start of THAT war, innit. :O ) Flicking a raven feather to tickle my apocalyptic fancies. When I lie dying of radiation sickness, perhaps I can pull the CD booklet out of my torn, burned pocket and read a little, unless the nuclear blast has skinned me like a cat.

2 days after Year zero I was ready to drill my way through the Himalayas with a toothbrush to go and get the first album. I just took the bus though.

Ratexla: "Severus...?"

2 days later I got the famous The downward spiral, and unless postal service fucks up with The fragile, that's on its way... :) Thereafter I shall no longer be confined to merely standing around record shops, caressing, sniffing, licking, biting, sucking, hugging and ogling With teeth, nooooooo... :9 Damn, now I've hyped it for myself. :p And it will turn out to be one of them things that feature 2 LOVELY HIT SONGS plus x rotting shrimp corpses.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease come back to somewhere near me... soon... I must see Nine Inch Nails live before I die. (Or after, if necessary. Though in the latter case I would lack vision.) By still refusing to abbreviate the name I am vainly trying to make up for the partly lost years since I came to know it. :p Not only concerts were missed... During my Trentsurfing I found a group huddled in a forum thread, speaking of how Nine Inch Nails had been like a friend to them in their lives as outcasts. 1997-1998! I was blissfully ignorant of many things that now drive me off 99th floor window ledges... But I was never more... decidedly depressed or... intensely, continuously suicidal. I lived, as you can see. Undiagnosed, not super-serious, got up in the mornings, never fingered razorblades (uh... I had none, and I'd prefer pills), and was probably worried about being so abnormal and ugly and bloke-less, or about my shortage of friends. Friends like Nine Inch Nails? :B

Into the very bowels of Death I plunged!

2007-08-28T08:59:00.001+02:00

But that's not all I did, this summer.

SUMMER CHRONICLE OF 2007!

I:

+Visited a wee but kickarse and überpopular veg*ism fair in Stockholm and gained 60 kg
+Moved back in with dear old Webshots
+Celebrated me Nick's 45th b-day ~~wildly~~!
+Hung around the HP5 gala premiere in London!
+Hung around the HP5 gala premiere in OMG GOTHENBURG!
+Saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
+Listened to ALAN reading The return of the native by Thomas Hardy. :D It lasted all summer!
+Read Dracula by Bram Stoker
+Read Sagan om Isfolket: Trollbunden by Margit Sandemo
+Read Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
+Read Bröderna Lejonhjärta by Astrid Lindgren
+Read Mio, min Mio by Astrid Lindgren
+Read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by JK Rowling
+Read Män som hatar kvinnor by Stieg Larsson
+Read HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS BY JK ROWLING!
+Read Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
+Started reading Collapse by Jared Diamond
+Waited outside Justin Timberlake's hotel even though I don't listen to him. I think I saw him, but he was too quick for a picture.
+Waited outside The Rolling Stones' hotel even though I don't listen to them. I think I saw... *opens encyclopedia* ...Charlie Watts, but he was too quick for a picture. Oh, and the rest of them snuck out the back door to punish us infidels who hadn't bothered to get concert tix. :B
+Found me an apparently raaaaaare CD which I got as an LP in 1990 or 1991 (my 2nd or 3rd record ever...) but which I haven't listened to since the mid-90's and which I had been looking for since 2004 - Scandalo by Gianna Nannini :)
+Did that death-plunging. Aye. Very flashy. See, a zoo thingy (relatively good one) that cooperates with my uni program were a few guides short and they e-mailed my entire class, begging for our divine services which we had practised there this spring. I suppose everyone else was away = at home, or working in other flashy relevant jobs they could keep forever. But my paper round had just died on me, so I had no excuse... to tell the guide-hunter, or myself. :p I dug up my old guide material, neglected my summer book and hopped on the bus. Originally I was going to take 3 - THREE! - groups round the park, but it was cut down to 2. Some kinda relief. My employer seemed to think I was devastated about this. :B Well, I survived the guiding for now, barely. At least I got ADULTS. To make my stay (which included 1 hostel night, mmm) more worthwhile, I was kindly given some extra random work behind the scenes. I got to pick sticks and other debris out of an empty enclosure. Ahhh. It all added up to 2 full work days... :) Soooooo, from now on, when I rot among the live honey-dipped baby mice in the emperor's kitchen, or wherever I get to work post uni, I will FOREVER be able to say that ONCE IN MY LIFE I HELD A JOB WHICH HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY EDUCATION! XD Now... let's just FINISH UNI... *GULP*
+Got rid of my evil bro at last. Well, it was actually his idea to move out, but he said it was partly thanks to me as I "talk too much about Harry Potter." Hmmmmmmmmmm? :D
+Discovered Nine Inch Nails. See tomorrow's separate dissertation on the development of my little obsession. :D
+Got yet another paper district, now to be tamed each Sunday for all eternity! Wee! Or until I move. (I NEVER MENTION MOVING OUT, DO I?!) Almost next to the last one, and bigger. Walking, of course. Not too hilly, so I may survive the winter.

DOUBLE list! :D Oh, you are screaming with excitement.

2007-08-26T23:24:00.000+02:00

SPOILER WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILER FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS! SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER! *shuts up for 1 s*

How many keys on your keyring?
House & bike.
Curse you use the most?
Fuck
Do you own an iPod?
No, but I want one... soon, I think...
What time is your alarm clock set to ring?
2am for da Sunday paper girl :D
How many suitcases do you own?
1, but it's too fucking big so I use my dad's little neat one mostly
Where do you buy your groceries?
Different places... I don't pay for em yet :B
Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?
Taketaketake *dives*
Latest movie you saw?
New movie? Shrek 2. Better than the first. Old movie: Shakespeare in luv.
Does any of your friends have kids?
Yes, 1's got 1 AFAIK... Among the closer friends that is.
If you won loads of money, what would you buy first?
1 200 000 000 hectares of rainforest
Has anyone called you lazy?
YES SIR!!!
What CD is in your player right now?
Pretty hate machine by Nine Inch Nails :)
Regular or chocolate milk?
Chocolate soy milk, which is like... Alan's voice... so I drink mostly regular soy milk (only 99% as good) to keep some self-control :9
Has anybody told you a secret this week?
No...
Do you use hoodies?
They are all I want to use, ever
Can you whistle?
Yes but not well
Have you ever partaken in a protest?
Yes, against nazis and the fur industry a few times
Who was the last person to call you?
My paper boss who told me I could have a new district, every Sunday for all eternity! Or until I leave this part of town.
Do you think people talk behind your back?
Yes. I want to hear it. :p
Did you watch cartoons as a kid?
Hmm yes.
How many siblings?
"Only" 1
Do you know all the lines of any movie by heart?
Not rilly, but one night in 1995 or 1996 when I couldn't sleep I found that I was able to recite like the first half of The lion king, at LEAST, in me head. After that I feel asleep. Aye.
Do you own any band t-shirts?
Robbie! I used to have a v cool Gianna Nannini t-shirt as well which I got after a 1990 concert, but I haven't seen it in years. XC
When was the last time you flew?
July 4, from London! OMG!!! Go, Native Energy!
How many chairs around your kitchen table?
It ain't my table, and when I move there will be like 1 chair "around" mine, normally... :q
Do you read for fun?
MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Do you speak any foreign languages?
English, sorta
Do you wash your own dishes?
Usually not... *prods dishwasher suspiciously*
Have you cried in public?
Maybe when I was wee at least
Do you have a laptop or... *translation cogs turn* the other thingy?
The other THINGY!
Do you always try to learn new things?
Yes, for example, my fresh Nine Inch Nails obsession drove me to such extremes as sitting down at the piano and trying to learn a few notes and to play the simplest of baby songs. And asap I will pick up some of me old Spanish studies by reading HP1 in Spanish with the English version on the side, that way I should be able to decipher the Spanish one, MUAHAHA!
Do you want any tattoos or piercings?
Yes, but I can't come up with a proper tattoo, and anyway I change my mind too often for that perhaps... My belly button piercing jumped out and is greatly missed. I'd love a nose piercing. Maybe.
Do you think the bloke should pay on the first date?
Not just the bloke... Wait, whose date? *runs & screams*
Would you date anyone with loads of tattoos?
I would not date anyone, but...
Do you have a blog?
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUAH!
What was your favourite subject in high school?
Swedish! The teacher we had in the last 2 years let me run wild. :) If she hadn't, I might have spelled out "2" in letters which I believe is the correct way. 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2!
What personality trait is essential in a partner?
Empathy or summat :x
Do you like your housing situation?
It could be so much worse... but I wanna MOVE!
Fave fruit?
Grapes... :q
Do you care about the number of calories in what you buy?
Not much.
How old will you be next birthday?
2fucking4!
Are you picky about spelling and grammar?
Kind of... Though I can't be in English since I suck.
Who was the last person to piss you off?
Da dad
How did your parents pick your name?
Dunno, I think they just liked it
You like mustard?
No? But if I get it on a burger or so, a wee bit, it works...
Would you go parachuting?
No, what if someone had fucked up with the packing :B
Do you sleep on your side, belly or back?
Side, sometimes back, never belly. *suffocates*
Have you ever bought anything from eBay?
No... Well, me little Tradera is owned by eBay...
Do you like hugging people?
It's more than aight if I've got a crush on them, but when I do meet my crushes it feels too stalky to ask for a hug if one even gets a chance... Hehe. Damn. I wanna smell them.
Would you say you are trendy?
No. Nor am I a wild free spirit, but when I follow trends, I do it late.
Do you own a digital camera?
HELL YEAH!
If someone who did not interest you asked you out, how would you react?
Say NO THANKS and rejoice in the fact that if I had lived in Austenverse I might have reached my Austenverse-life goal MARRIAGE after all!
Who is your fave Star Wars character?
The guy EWAN plays of course... Oh aye, Obi-wan. *dozes off*
What books, if any, have made you cry?
The call of the wild by Jack London for being fucking beautiful and sad, The green mile by Stephen King + Pope Joan by Donna Woolfolk-Cross + On the beach by Nevil Shute because, well, fucking sad stuff happens in them, and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling because I was touched by the fact that someone was named after Severus, and of course many of the stories in James Herriot's collection of dog stories were SAD AS HELL! There are others. :D
Do you find yourself attractive?
*opens photoshop*
What are you allergic to?
A painkiller, and maybe mildew and/or Acarida poo
Do you feel bad after eating meat?
Yes, so I haven't eaten it since 2003 :D
What would you name your kids, boy & girl?
OH GOD! SO MANY NEAT GUY NAMES! Mostly stolen from me idols. Ahem. Nicholas and Dana, maybe. Haven't got a girl name that I LOVELOVELOVE. Lucky I shan't need one. :D
Grab the nearest book, look up page 18, line 4 - what does it say?
"håller bukten i nypan och drar i fasta parten." That is Swedish and sounds very porny, but is actually from a book on knots. Belonging to my dad.
*pervy voice* What are you wearing?
Dark blue socks, eco-jeans (finally! My ole ones were getting very ill and I couldn't fucking find any fitting 2nd hand ones) that are sadly also dark blue, some fancy knickers, fake leather belt, eye-green t-shirt, eye-green 1998 sweater... OMG I'M NOT WEARING BLACK! DON'T LOOK, YOU BAHSTAHDS!
What music did you last listen to?
Zero-sum from the album Year zero by Nine Inch Nails! XD

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3 names you respond to:
Josefine, Ratexla, Yoze :p No one ever uses -
Something I like about myself:
Hmmmmmmmmmm... Around 1994 someone said I was reliable :B
Something I dislike about myself:
I'm a whimp who would probably crumble under torture and many other things
I'm afraid of:
Torture & equally torturous situations
3 things I want daily:
Music, book, food
3 things I absolutely cannot do:
Swim among jellyfish, hack off my own limbs, paddle to London
I enjoy doing the following:
Gallopping, listening to Alan, spreading MoonCup propaganda
Right now I want to:
Place the right wing of my nose lightly against the side of Trent Reznor's neck and inhale his scent :)
Best feeling:
Fuzzy crush drug? +)
Worst feeling:
Self-kicking?
Traits I like in a partner:
Did I say empathy above?
Am I in love right now?
You know, not Truly madly deeply kind of love, but YES, A SWEET LITTLE CRUSH!
Do I want to get married?
No, I don't want to promise too much. Btw, do the promises include anything about monogamy? :B
3 things I want to do before I die:
Save all rainforests, see Joaquin IRL, visit New Zealand
Most precious thing I own:
Comp :x
A present I want:
Ticket to a Nine Inch Nails concert :)
Right now I'm wearing:
See the first list
Favourite clothes:
Black... eco-jeans, hoody, any cool top, trainers, baseball cap back-to-front
Favourite pets:
Guinea piggies, aye :D
Favourite styles of music:
Soft rock, generally
Favourite songs at the moment:
Fine, I'll pick 1 off each Nine Inch Nails album that I've heard so far, hehe... Something I can never have, Closer and Zero-sum. XD *explodes*
Best/worst school subject:
Swedish & physics. :O~~
Astrological sign:
Virgo
A book I love:
THE CALL OF THE WILD BY JACK LONDON OMFG!
A film I love:
Lunch with Charles
TV shows I like:
X-Files season 1-5, Once a thief, Scrubs, Simpsons, Futurama, ER, etc etc
Fave smell:
WTF! Jasmine, then.
I like to eat:
Vegan pizza
I like to drink:
Chocolate soy milk
Fave sweets:
Gelatin-free gel sweets :9
I want to go on holiday to:
New Zealand
Eye colour:
Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen :D
Height:
~172 cm
I believe in:
Er... Environmentalism? :)
I play:
Sudoku, but not as often as in April
Person I admire:
Joaquin Phoenix :)
This is how I live:
Boxy house with folks in quiet area
Number of dead plants at home:
My wooden desk
This turns me on:
Deep British voices and pervy biology
This turns me off:
Fascism and unmarked letterboxes... wait, same thing.
Favourite colour:
Something violet?
Favourite quote:
"The question is not Can they reason? nor Can they talk? but Can they suffer?" or something like it, by Jeremy Bentham :)
A secret I know:
My own... ones
Best gift I received:
Well, my first digicam was a graduation present and didn't that come in handy... :D
Latest CD I bought:
A used copy of The fragile by Nine Inch Nails... It hasn't arrived yet. *shakes in corner*
What I like most about my appearance:
Uh, green eyes? :B
What I like least about my appearance:
Acne and its traces
Weird ability:
Raising left eyebrow (:B
If I could be any animal I would be:
Raven maybe? :q
What are you listening to right now:
Er, The hand that feeds by Nine Inch Nails on Youtube... I'm getting With teeth SOOOOOO fast, as soon as I've digested The fragile... :q
What have you done/what do you plan on doing today?
Read a bit
Where were your folks born:
Mum: Gothenburg. Dad: Way north, he may not want me to write it here because there are probably like 4 people in his hometown.
What did you last install on your comp?
Fatarse external harddrive #2
Fave restaurant:
I look forward to trying a famous, mostly-vegan place called Kelly's, however I "never" eat out
When did you last swim in a pool?
Funny, can't remember doing it at any time after that cell biology course. :) I could check me diary.
Have you been in a school play?
Alas!
How many kids do you want?
0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0+0
Least favourite style of music:
*error overload*
Have you decided what to vote for in the election?
Environmental, baby!
What TV channels do you have?
SVY1, SVT2, TV3, TV4, Kanal 5, TV6, Kanal 9, MTV, Eurosport, Discovery Mix... blah blah. No extreme number.
Have you ever ridden a moped?
OMG! NO! :O But I once decided to buy one. That was in 2000.
Have you ever made a prank call?
Hehehe
Have you ever been given a parking ticket?
No, I stay away from those complicated parking rule signs.
Can you imagine parachuting/bungyjumping or have you done it?
I answered this in the other list eh?
Most distant place you have visited:
That would be Vancouver, Canada :q
Do you have a garden?
Somebody does. *hands off*
Fave cartoon:
Futurama
Do you know all the words in the national anthem?
No... but I tried to play the thing on the piano the other day :B
Bath tub or shower?
Shower, mmmmmm
Best movie you've seen in the last month?
Watched most of Shakespeare in love on Friday... again.
Favourite pizza:
Homemade vegan covered with Everything
Crisps or popcorn?
Poppkorrn, which aren't good either
What lipstick colour do you use:
Not anymore, but I used to use a copper-coloured one... Neat... Dark-dark red or black looks cool too, but not on me. :p
Have you ever smoked peanut shells?
No, but I'm curious now
Have you ever been in a beauty contest?
No
Orange or apple juice?
Apple juice is probably a little more locally grown here, on average... :)
Who was the last person with whom you dined out:
My mum, we pre-partied for the new Potter movie by having falafel
Fave chocolate:
White! (A certain vegan, organic, fair-trade brand. *feels around for vein*)
When did you last vote:
September 17, 2006
When did you last eat a home-grown tomato:
Possibly never, but I'm gonna try to grow them when I move, at the latest... Just found some instructions in a mag :)
Have you ever won a prize cup?
No
Are you good at cooking?
Shite happens
Can you fill up petrol on your own?
No, I've done it while being talked thru it though... Just as well.
Have you ever ordered anything from those shopping shows on TV?
No
Pepsi or coke:
Pepsi? I think I've quit coke... But I don't go round drinking Pepsi either.
Have you had to wear a uniform for any job?
McDeath, and just a wee vest for my guide job and a Very Important T-Shirt when I was a janitor
What was the last thing you bought?
A certain CD...
Have you vomited in public?
I do not recall it :D
Would you rather become a multibillionare or find true love?
I doubt I'm capable of true love... so money then. :D Well, I could probably truly love a non-human again if I let myself go, but they usually die on you, don't they. XC
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Yeah, I guess
Can you be friends with your ex?
My gran is. With her ex, I mean. I hate the slimy ex.
Who did you last visit at the hospital?
Maybe my 12-h-old cousin and her mum in 1991
Did you have a lot of hair when you were wee?
Kind of
What is your message on your answering machine/mobile?
Haven't got one. I hope.
What is in your bag?
The papers' raincoat
For what are you grateful today?
That I just bloody happened to read an interesting Trent Reznor interview on August 7 that made me blind-buy Year zero. :p *kisses dust*
Where did you find this list?
In C's blog. :) However, I emitted a few questions that I couldn't be arsed to translate. :p

Post-Deathly Hallows numbness

2007-07-25T23:51:00.000+02:00

WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILERS AHEAD - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING

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Entwined with the 607 heroin-powdered pages of the LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK EVER, I was rolling and bouncing down a rocky slope towards the great swamp of eternity most of the time between 1am on July 21 and 1pm on July 23. :D

Ahhh, deliciously bitter-sweet. A FEW comments:

~Well, I always said I would rather want Severus dead and good than alive and bad... Obviously, alive, good and happy, with a chance to explain himself to Harry in person, would have been nothing to whine about, but JKR put him out of his misery. :'( At least I was not SURPRISED. However, I had sort of expected him to take a ~~bullet~~ Killing Curse for Harry, making the kid feel a little ashamed in the process. And now... If only Voldy had not misunderstood things, Severus and Harry might have had clinked their Butterbeers together the same night to calm their nerves... XC (Hmm, that sounded pervy...) At least he did much else.

~Dead Lupin. Very quick, and my relief over Snape made up for some of it... I only fear for my Thewlisian's mental well-being once SHE is done reading. Pretty though she is, her reaction shan't be. :O At least fate saved the happy, shiny part of Remus's life for last, and Dora went with him and Teddy was too young to know... :/

~Aye... The Lily/Severus shippers spoke true! :O I had read their arguments, which made sense - I suppose the idea was merely too cool to hope for in canon. And it was not only a crush from Sev... BEST FRIENDS. *SNIFF* Had there been no Sorting... Had Sev been in Gryffindor and not in the BAD COMPANY... Had he not gone all pseudo-racist on Lily... Had Lily forgiven the remorseful and well-meaning Sev... Poor Severus! "Always." *jumps out the headmaster's friggin office window* He took no Killing Curse, but risked all for many years just for Harry...s mum.

~When Petunia mentioned "that awful boy" in Order (page 34, UK edition) she meant SEVERUS, not James! It would have been SO funny if Harry had somehow realised this at the time. XD And also a major spoiler, soooooo.

~If the moviemakers do not stop and wallow in The Prince's tale I will... I will... crush my popcorn box like... like a popcorn box in my ragingly trembling fist.
I don't care for popcorn.

~With Severus satisfyingly good and tragically deceased, I decided to finish the book in a cosy forest. It was raining, so I sat under The Ewan Umbrella, on a rock by a wee waterfall. (Shivering, not necessarily because of cold, so HAHA!)

JKR: "As I was saying, Harry was fed up with adventure so he married Ginny and they produced some offspring named James, Albus and Lily. DUH."
RATEXLA: "Naturally, but damn, didn't ANYONE name their kid after Severus? Oh well, maybe as a middle name... I'll just pretend that they did."
BOOK: *draws its final breaths*
HARRY: "Albus Severus..."
RATEXLA: *SODASPRAY*
HARRY: "...you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
RATEXLA: "BAWL!"

TRELAWNEY -91: *stumbles into great hall* "Zup? Did you know, I was just zapping through my crystal ball and guess what I found out? 15 years from now, Potter will name his kid after you, Sev. Bye."
SEVERUS: *TEASPRAY*
HARRY: "Ewww... and... EWWWWW!"

~Only after Harry takes the last train will Severus know that he forgave and honoured him.

~When Severus first said "Look... at... me" I assumed he wanted to convey the information to Harry via eye-contact... After all, he couldn't be certain Harry would make it to the Pensieve. When I went back for a second read about his death and tale, even I got that he wanted to... look into LILY'S EYES FOR THE FINAL TIME... X'C

~Is it just me, or was Albus Severus Potter totally the most SPEEEEEEEEEECIAL kid in Potter-the-next-generation? SPIN-OFF MATERIAL. James II was just rowdy James I. Lily was cool like Ginny, but Albus Severus alone resembled Harry... looks-wise AT LEAST... and it was hinted that he was SERIOUS. Sniff! Severus would have liked that the one with Lily's eyes was named after him. :')

And here are me old comments on Prince, including my favourite Snape Is Good arguments. :)

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This morning, near the close of my paper round, I saw a doe. :) (Hell, not of the same species as THAT doe, but.) *wants silver pendant*

Lowly anticipated DOUBLE Harry Potter 5 premiere report!

2007-07-13T23:59:00.000+02:00

Photos.

It seemed that only Carin, kind-of-Stockholmer, total Thewlisian and London virgin, would join me this time.

JULY 1: Carin took the train down to me since she did not wish to fly alone to London. (Which meant that some plane fuel was saved!) After squeeing over the angelic Ellendog’s ~~carrot~~ tail she spent the last night on Earth in our guest room. (Having one sounds kinda snobbish! :O )

JULY 2: And in the morning we departed. Because of Carin’s aeroplane anxiety I expected her to be a somewhat hysterical flyer who would claw her surrounding passengers to a pulp before jumping out the window, causing the death of us all. She just had ear trouble. Awww. *morphine*

Unless someone somewhere fucked up, our flights were of course carbon neutral. :D

Door to door: ~6 hours. We rode with Terravision and, as usual, stayed at Piccadilly Backpackers, I know it’s OK and more importantly it is VERY close to the action!

Carin & Yoze: *burst thru hostel door ~~rendering all onlookers breathless, blinded and weak-kneed~~*
Yoze: “The lift is usually kaputt, HAHA!”
Lift: *lifts ‘em... just not at break-neck speeeeeeeeeeed*
Yoze: “All right, we’ll probably get to stay on like the 6TH FLOOR or some such extreme altitude.”
Hostel guy: “Welcome, your room is number 709!”
Yoze: “Doh!”

Carin had refused to stay in a dormitory for fear of getting murdered in the night. My fearlessness of dormitories is probably completely irrational, so aight, our room was just for us. Luxurioussssssssss. We bounced back out into London for a taste of adventure:
~Leicester Square, where some CONSTRUCTION was going on for the premiere :O
~Sci-fi shop Forbidden Planet. Mmmm, Chucky dolls and Lupin’s wand...
~Oxford Street
~Green Park
~A ride in a real double-decker bus, OMFG! Although the first attempt involved Carin hopping onto one which LEFT while I was still on the street, digging for my card! We survived and where shortly reunited. :p
~Hamleys the 7 floor toy shop where I may have seen Sacha and where we now hugged all their cuddly toy animals, screamed to the universe that we needed them, and bought some sweet fuel
JULY 3: I, warrior of Leicester Square, got up at “3.30am” which was in reality 2.30am as I had neglected to turn back my mobile phone clock, and crept out to Leicester Square just to see how many campers we would have to battle and stomp on. Not an overwhelming number – they were lined up along half the western park fence, perhaps. I returned to an awake Carin in our luxurious room and sucked the last luxury out of it by resting, with no hope of sleep, for another half hour. The rest of the night we spent next to the wall of the mighty Odeon... Very near the spot I had dreamed of since November 6, 2005. A few campers there as well, of course, but if only Justitia would kick our arses in the right direction, we figured we deserved a patch of TOP NOTCH FRONT ROW BARRIER. A barrier which was not to be erected (huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh) for another... day. :p

At dawn, we moved. Across the street. Still with top notch front row patches in our pockets. We moved to a lovely empty spot for 2 minutes, it was the press pit. (Think I did the same thing in 2005.) It was terribly annoying not to know how the barriers would be arranged, thus having no clue of one’s chances. We stood/sat in a line stretching along the eastern park fence most of the time, I believe... Playing games, reading The Half-Blood Prince :D, talking to a Mexican Pothead, writing in me diary, drawing, eating dried pineapple and getting our feet mashed by passing trucks. AND HOW THE HELL WERE THEY PLANNING TO ARRANGE THE BARRIERS?! In a sucky way for us, a cop said. But an extra piece of star-pen might be created and some stars ushered into it so they could meet even us!

A plastic tape was rolled out in front of our line, magical, for it would cause any tape-breaker to be chucked across the Thames. Or just into it. Tied to a sack of... uh, nails. “Stay calm, and you will all have your place by the barrier!” Alas, the cops were unable to control the crowd welling forth when the tape was removed, so Carin and I tragically landed in 3RD OR 4TH ROW behind the barrier perpendicular to the Odeon. We had probably not stomped on enough non-camping, queue-cheating pseudo-fans. LUCKILY, a wee stretch of barrier also ran along the Odeon wall... and there was room for us. I grabbed this chance of close encounters and proper photos, judging the spot to be of roughly the same quality as Lo’s and mine in 2005... Someone must take a detour there... right?! At first Carin wanted to stand looking into the park instead, so she could at least see everyone, but joined me eventually. Pineapple all around.

It seemed that only one park gate was open to the public. So, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I bet the queue system worked well there. Today’s arrangement of barriers and stars inside the park was also used in 2005, so it is safe to assume that it is now... permanent, popular with the organisers? And that is why I AM camping FO’ REAL in 2008! Autumn! Yeah! And in 2010! SUMMER!

Weather was fine most of the day. But I had said it would rain. It did in 2004. It did in 2005. It did now. Thunder straight above arrived together with the stars. We were cosy under a wee roof, but the 500000000000000 people in front, not having acknowledged the existence of hats (for protection of cameras) and shirts (for keeping autograph books dry), KEPT THEIR UMBRELLAS UP, UP AND IN THE WAY. I so never did, in any year, at times that mattered.

Rain: *stops for a bit*
Umbrellas: “Damdidamdidam!”
Crowd: “UMBRELLAS DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!”
Umbrellas: “...”
Early guests: “Recognise US and win £8000!”
Umbrellas: “Sigh.” *crack*
Yoze: “Is that Rupert?!”
Lone raindrop: *splat*
Umbrellas: *WHOOSH*
Crowd: “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH! REMUUUUUUUUUUUS!”
Carin: “OMGWTFDAVID?! WHERE IS HE? WAS THAT HIM? HE WALKED INTO THE CINEMA! IF IT WAS HIM!? I MISSED DAVID! MUUUUUURDER ME, YOZE! KILL ME!”
Yoze: *peppers umbrellas with machine gun* ”Nah, THERE’S Rupert, eh?”
Sun: :)
Stars: *fly by forever*
Carin: “I SAW RUPERT!”

After some time, a cast member found our little nook of the world – Chris Rankin! Saw him in 2004, now I got his siggy in my copy of Order, and a pic where he looks angry. :D Conversation ( = thank yous) and eye contact: Aye!

Phew. A siggy in me book. Trip definitely not wasted.

Later I spotted Alfie Enoch posing for the press, actually I did not know his name at the time… but soon heard the crowd scream it, and he too came to our corner and signed thingies! For my book he used some other fan’s pen, 2 seconds later he was 1 pen short and asked me “Can I borrow this?”, eye-contacting... via my camera display! Doh! I happily consented to the pen-loan. And got some photos. Carin has not quit squeeing over his dimples since. :B

Yay. Two siggies in me book. Up to 2005 level.

The wild mob then spotted Natalia Tena smoking outside the Odeon entrance. Carin screamed for “TONKS!” for a while and SHE came over!
Fan: ”Can I have your ciggy?”
Natalia: “No...”
Yoze: “Natalia! Natalia! TONKS! Er… hehehe! Natalia, please!” *click click click*
Natalia: “What’s your name?”
Yoze: “SORRY?”
Natalia aka 1st Ever Potter Star To Ask For Yoze’s Name And Thus Surprising Her To Deafness: “What’s your name?”
Yoze: “Josefine. :D”
I did not bother to discuss the unusual spelling and she spelled it -ph- of course. :)

Wee. 3 siggies in me book. Best result since 2004.

I think my Natalia photo was today’s fave because in it, she looks like some random smoking (well...) glamourous French celebrated film star of the 50’s so when I first saw the photo I screamed about making it black and white but that did not look any good when I tried it in Photoshop so I didn’t bother to wrestle with the contrast and oh, did I just use “smoking” and “glamourous” in the same sentence for publication in my uncensored blog which concerns a subject popular with 13-year-olds? Someone might start smoking because I wrote that. Well, children, I did read that rationality is generally developed in one’s late teens (if ever), so I suppose it would be unfair of me to burden you with the responsibility of working this out on your own: SMOKING IS BAD... for you, at leassssssst.

We saw other stars of course – some on the ramp/stage/stairs separating the street from the park, some posing for the press, some signing for the people in the GOOD SPOTS, some passing into the cinema. OMG lyke some examples:
~Dan
~Emma W
~Maggie Smith (I’d never seen her before AFAIK!)
~Brendan Gleeson
~Jamie Waylett
~Evanna Lynch, according to Carin at least :B
~David Tennant
~Bonnie Wright
~Robbie Coltrane (who arrived late but still signed for the people near us!)
~Helena Bonham Carter (Carin yelled for her and she kind of looked at us from afar, tilting her head and looking a bit saaaaaaaad...?! Hehe!)
~JO! My first view of Jo! I went “JOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOO!” Carin: “She must have heard THAT...”

We missed you:
~Alan! :O
~Jason! :O
~Emma T? :O
~Ralph? :O
~Gary-O :O

1 devastated Thewlisian, 1 satisfied celeb collector and 20998 other people sauntered off Leicester Square. After 13 h I still wasn’t in dire need of a ladies’ room (I just hadn’t quenched my thirst since the previous thirst-ay), but saw the point of taking my chance before we had to walk to the airport or summat. I also had some chips. And we examined the Odeon’s arse. It didn’t look, uh, glamourous, and we asked a nearby lady if she knew whether the stars would exit there or from the front. The front, she thought, and told us where to stand, then discussed Equus with me for a bit. *hogwartsgirly blush*

I had never waited for exiting stars before, but now we did, for a last Thewlis chance. The southern part of the square was pretty good. The desperate Thewlisian was in the front row conversing with Potheads, the satisfied hunter wallowing in siggies and photos took the 2nd row and chewed on asocially through The Half-Blood Prince. (Er... That didn’t sound right…!)

Some stars I remember seeing this time, through all my tunnel vision:
~Maggie Smith
~Shefali Chowdhury
~James Phelps
~Oliver Phelps
~Richard Griffiths
~Emma W
~Dan
~Tom Felton
~Warwick Davis
~Rupert
~Matthew Lewis
~Natalia Tena, who happily stuck her tongue out and waved at Carin or WHOMEVAH!
~JOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOO!
~DAVID THEWLIS AT LAST?! Carin said so. I called out his name. :D He stepped into a car and Carin was no longer such a devastated Thewlisian. :D

I took her for a quick look at Trafalgar Square in the dusk, and then we tamed the delayed tube. Well, some line was delayed... due to a... “passenger action”! Wonder what THAT means... We made it un-mutilated to Liverpool Street where we had just missed the second last bus, so we had some smoothie & fruit salad. :9 2 h later, Camp Stansted was set up. Carin slept in our faithful leopard blanket. It was now a dirty dirty thing as we had sat and stood on it all day. :D I slept quite well using my old winter coat and an inflatable pillow. Good to know... Like 3 h, good for an airport nap. :9

JULY 8: Carin was long gone to Stockholm, which has been granted every other gala premiere in history. But this time... THE TURN HAD COME TO LITTLE GOTHENBURG! I had known for a few weeks that... KATIE LEUNG AND MATTHEW LEWIS WOULD ATTEND! I saw them up close at London premieres, but was still without their siggies and it would be cool to see them again and maybe ask them to pose, so of course I was going to hang around. :B

What was not good about happening to leave my Ravenclaw scarf at home:
1. It was cold as hell.
2. Katie’s character is in friggin Ravenclaw.
But I am still among the living, for I remembered the camera. It all went down like this: I arrived around 12.30pm, what luxury, and stood around waiting for perhaps 4 h. Notes were taped to the doors: The cinema would close to the vulgar mortals at half past 3. Later I heard that the stars would arrive at 7...

The barrier, about as long as the width of 40 fans, was only ever half full. Wow. I guess this premiere REALLY wasn’t marketed. Sweet. I had read a wee note in the paper about it… and alerted people on 2-3 online forums. Oh, I do hope this was the mere first syrup-dipped Fragaria vesca in a long string of Gothenburg gala premieres... Is it cuz we got a new cinema?

I was the last fan along the barrier before the stars entered the cinema. Camera ready. Order almost as ready. Nice photos was my priority, but I would keep the book open in case someone had time to sign...

Every Swedish celeb who ever lived filed into the cinema. Except dead ones. A bad day to be prosopagnostic. Etc. I stopped believing the procession would end. Ever. Then the Potter kids were a bit late and I thought that the guards might just rush them past us to save time. :/ ‘Tis lucky that whatever I try to predict about people is incorrect. They arrived and began to work on the handful of fans! :D Katie went first and when she reached me I asked if I could take a picture, “Sure”, at the first attempt her hand was in her face, stroking back hair. Hehe, I had actually IMAGINED that. Second photo turned out nice! Then she signed my book, during which time I asked if she was cold. “A bit”, I believe she replied... *wraps*

Close behind Katie was Matthew. Some guard next to him grabbed what seemed to be every fan’s camera and took photos of Matt posing with the owners. :) The guy made for my camera as well, awww, but I declined since I wanted to photograph Matt myself. :B When he was finished with the previous fan, I waved the camera around a little and he posed for a lovely shot... :) Then he kindly gave me my 14th Potter cast siggy! :D

Pre-meeting: “Uhhhhhhhh, were these 7 wasted hours?” *teethclatter*
Post-meeting: “Weeeeeeeeeee! 7 hours well spent... Wouldn’t have wanted to risk missing THAT…”

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It really IS JULY 13, 2007! AT 6.20 TONIGHT… I WILL GET TO SEE HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! OMFG!

Don’t stay up and wait for my review. :D

18000 papers + 5 photo sites - 1 bro

2007-06-10T05:23:00.000+02:00

I recently called the paper boss, whom I had never met (aye, I have had 3 jobs but only one I got after an actual INTERVIEW and that may never happen again, eh), just to hear when I could pick up the equipment. She then offered me about 30 extra work days because the regular guy is ill and not likely to return before his vacation! So I'm gonna work June 11 to August 12... One of me two training nights was last night. In several of the streets, the order of the house numbers seems abnormal/illogical and of course there are loads of people who believe in psychic paper girls so they do not bother to mark their house or mailbox. Or indeed dig the box out from inside their 4 m thick hedge.

Each year there is a little MARK YER GAWDDAMN MAILBOX FOR THE PAPER SUB'S SAKE!!! campaign in the... paper.

WELL, at least this year no petrol will be wasted while I run around looking for unmarked, invisible mailboxes. Indeed, cryptic boxes (at least in a walking district) may be environmentally beneficient: I fail to find the subscriber - the paper is delivered by someone knowledgeable later in the day to a 50x higher cost (that requires some petrol, I grant you) - paper price rises - subscriber unsubscribes (due to this or because they are pissed about the late papers) - forest is spared. :D Do not give me the shite about how much "forest" there is in Sweden, btw. :p

Useful shit to come out of my ~60 paper girlin days 2007:
~Savings + interest, which can for a time keep me under a roof when I get fired from my, uh, future real job, so that I can take regular showers, look presentable and thus stand a chance of getting a new job that one can't get while looking like a bum
~Rain forest
~Othello...?
~...and some greenhouse gas-offsetting
~An extra external hard drive - the comp is full so I can't keep 2 copies of every file, with 2 external drives I can do backup and send one hard drive to live across town, in case our house gets bombed or summat

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A story of all my fiery relationships... with photo sharing sites.

2001: Webshots. My first... photo sharing service. After a few years, free accounts became very small. So... maybe I created multiple accounts. AHEM. Went on to cry into my pillow. Not.

2004: Fotango. I had seen a few pix online marked Fotango, so I checked them out and made use of their service. I remember but little, however, a feeling of ugliness lingers. I do not much care for the look of a site if the usage is smooth. This was not.

2004: Ofoto, later turned Kodak Gallery. Oh, what a wonderful site, comparatively. Unlimited space! The pix were shrunken to 448 pixels at the most, but that was all right, that's about the size of a normal paper photo after all. It was tricky to find the url that would allow anyone to actually see a public album without having to log in, and every time I forgot how to do it, I sent Ofoto pissed e-mails. I always found the correct way 4 s later. Eventually I learned. And the gallery decided that one had to buy pix at least once a year not to get thrown out. Reasonable... while one lives. But if Homo sapiens has to exist until 2063, it would at least be neat if my pix might stay online until the apocalypse.

2006: Yahoo Photos. We were perfect together. *cries in beach sunset* :/ Unlimited space, for free, neat, smooth, easy. Until, after less than a year of wild passion, they announced that they would close down in the autumn of 2007. I wasn't planning to seek out another photo site after the death of Yahoo Photos, as it was too time-consuming to browse for all the pix in each category (they are sorted by date) and neating up titles, captions and dates in the online albums... all the fucking time.

2007: Winkflash. A short fling with a sad ending. It had unlimited free space, they even kindly pointed out that one would not be forced to buy prints. It was impossible to rearrange the pix or link to individual ones. But at least anyone could view the public albums. I thought. That is kind of a common trait among PUBLIC ALBUMS. Until I discovered that a coupla people could not, so I e-mailed Winkflash about this bug. Which it wasn't. "Your guests only need to complete a simple registration process." Yeah, people LOVE that and will wet themselves over you and JOIN JOIN JOIN rather than surf on. I told them I would have to look for another photo site and slammed the door, believing myself to have given up. :p

2007: Webshots. By chance I found that the Webshots policy had been altered. "Uh, why does it say that this account can swallow 5800 pix, did it not use to be 3000 summat?" Now, one starts at 1000 pix but is given space for an additional 100 for every month of membership! I can live with that! :D I have gone back to Webshots. I waste no time typing every title and such, just make sure the files are already properly named on the hard drive... And as it happens, I've also made a list to help me find every photo from each category in the comp. So all I've got to do in the future is upload shit. Quickly. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I also used to think the new design of Webshots was weird, but it's mostly just smooth. :9 I hope they "never" die or change their rules. :D

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My bro is moving out. YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!!! To the ghetto, which is lush. It's famously impossible to find flats in Gothenburg, and he said he had applied for 100s, but apparently it still only took 3 weeks and no one else seemed interested in this one. I hope it won't take me 50 years. :C I can settle for anything... with 1 bedroom, the right rent, near good public transport, hopefully not behind the puke-stinkin refinery... My bro got all this, on the very edge of town, near a beloved creek. The moment I get a permanent job after school I will be all over every suitable wee flat on The Great Almighty Flat Site... :p

Wee job + Ewan + The return of the native + photos

2007-05-30T17:26:00.000+02:00

Today marks 3 YEARS since I "met" ALAN... :D And 34 days from now I will be back behind the barricades at LEICESTER SQUARE! I wonder if Alan will attend, however, cuz I hear he's doing some wine movie in Cali "this summer".

But yesterday was also goody-good-good:

1. Somebody rang. Twas for me. They said they were the paper people. I dropped dead, for I had been told that any negative answer to my paper girl application would arrive by mail. :D

Woman: "...Soooooo, we've got a car district for you [10 km away]! :D"
Yozeheart: *floorsplat*
Yoze: "Er... I'm afraid I was mostly after a walking district, cuz I won't have as much access to the car this year." (The car is going to Norway for 1 week - like last year, when I got time off, so I didn't want to ask this time, and anyway, my folks didn't like the car-manhandling, the car didn't like carrying around papers *SCREECH* *BURN* *BANG*, and I think my knee didn't like to hit the pedals 400 times a day (3 s after I quit, the car went to the shop and the pedals became MUCH easier to move...), and I didn't like casting a shadow of death on wheels & cats. I didn't say all that though, sounds whiny and picky. (As it is, I sound more like I have irresponsibly lost me license.) Oh, and a few people could probably have walked around my 30 km ex-district and saved some petrol. Not that they won't find drivers now, I'm just sayin.)
Woman: "Oh! We can probably fix THAT! [YOU get to pick & choose between our 6000000 districts FIRST OF ALL cuz WE WANT YOU!]"
Yozeheart: *PING!*
Woman: "Lessee, there IS a walking district [1 km away], July 16 to August 11, and could you do 2 additional Sundays before then? Then I think it would be best if you trained with the Sunday girl twice before that. [Training = pay :) ] I shall mail you all the info."
Yoze: "THAT'S FUCKING FABULOUS!" (I did not say.)
Woman: "Btw, I see now that the Sunday girl wanted to be on holiday until... Hmm, could you do August 12 as well?"
Yoze: "SQUEE!"

Not loads of hours of course... But I will get freedom (from visible customers & long days), EXERCISE!, roedeer sightings, references, cat encounters AND money. Hehe, paid to take morning walks thru a cute neighbourhood and the heavy floral scents welling out of nightly gardens. I don't think my feet like 2 h walks, but it's been done before. Deal with it, feet.

I'll try to bring the ole CD walkman.

This autumn I will of course ask again at that book shop. Whimper! Among other things. Most likely I will not get it, but maybe a paper district... The lady who rang said they had better give me my own cart and such "because that would be simplest if you won't see the weekday person... And maybe you would get a reason to keep the stuff..." Hehe. A Sunday morning job, mmm... Only 2-3 hours a week, SO ONE HAS TIME TO STUDY OR SUMMAT, but the pay ain't horrible.

Also good for filling out whatever shit salary I will get post-uni, if I get a hatable real job (40 h/week) then.

2. The old ER ep starring Ewan aired! I knew, and deeved it. He was fab. (As he will be in OTHELLO, played on a London stage from DECEMBER TO FEBRUARY, so it may coincide with the London premiere of SWEENEY TODD, which of course stars ALAN and SACHA, and I would not hate to see JOHNNY either, which is quite possible now that I have secured some INCOME... *COUGH* Uhhhh, I want me winter schedule.)

3. My audiobook arrived - The return of the native by Thomas Hardy, read by ALAN. 15 h 45 min of THE VOICE! ON CD, AT LAST! I will save the sweet shit for summer = after June 1. Or 2. I took my bike and picked it up near MY NEW DISTRICT, which I'm not very familiar with, so I rode in there and said hello to ~~all~~ my new mailboxes. Soon you will be MINE, ONLY MINE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! I hope the box/house numbering is better than it seemed.

4. Someone contacted me about horsie pix, she will possibly pay for some.

Harry Potter & summer jobs

2007-05-24T03:16:00.001+02:00

There is finally time to read proper books without feeling the homework's hot breath down my neck. So I recently licked up Order of the Phoenix, to freshen it up before the movie, and to get into the story before I reread Half-blood Prince, so that I can be in the right mood when Deathly Hallows arrives... :D And -
a) I kind of wish they wouldn't release movie 5 and book 7 so close together. Joy, like sunflower spread, is at least as good when... well, spread out. :p
b) Order is not my fave HP book, but now I can't wait for the feckin film. Feck. Bits I look forward to the most:
-Snape
-Puppy-Snape
-Lucius
-Lupin
-Thestrals :D
-Umbridge
-The trio
-Luna
-The kiss

*sleeps till then*

~*~

I still have no summer job. LOSER!!! Interviews done:
-Er, restaurant. ("We'll keep your application.")
-Another, er, restaurant of the same chain. ("I just wanted to make it clear that you did not get selected.")
-Big grocery shop ("I haven't got a job for you at the moment but I'd like to keep your application.")
-Wee grocery shop ("We found so many ex-employees. Yes, some other time, maybe.")
-Book shop *whimper* ("We chose this guy... But then there is autumn and Xmas, I'm saving your application here.")
-Universeum (Great flashy attractive science centre with whose chief of staff my dad is acquainted - I want any job there but this was about a guide job! The mere interview invitation feels flashy. :) *frames printed e-mail* "I don't believe you would complete the group at this time, but you are welcome to try again." I now have license to nag at them 2008-2047.)

Interviews spoken of but yet to be conducted/booked:
-Paper girl!
-Standing around town, handing out free morning papers (Sounds cosy enough, but too easy to be flashy)

If I don't get a proper job, the alternatives are:
-I hope I can do some voluntary work 120 km up north, except I'm not sure there would be anywhere affordable to stay. But it's possible. And flashy.
-Sell CD's crammed with photos from equestrian events. I might earn like 20 SEK.
-Intensify my shooting of showjumpers and the advertising about it.
-Dog-walking.
-[CENSORED] (Nuthin criminal.)

The Jason conversation

2007-05-07T08:12:00.001+02:00

I did promise a blog post to someone out there. :) Anyway, these divine events require recording. (It's been a while, I've been busy. Kinda.) OK, I've got my diary, but here's the international version. Dan happenings in purple, Jason stuff in blue. Up, up and away.

Diary 30 - July 31, 2006:
"...Then Metro said that next year Dan [-iel Radcliffe] is gonna be in some erotic London play about a... stable boy. And be naked on stage. ROTF!! Alan did that too. I so have to see that one. Which I would have done even if he didn't strip, pervs. Btw, how easy it'll be to get tix for this."

When, after many months, I even found me a source of tix for Equus, I thought long and hard about when to go. The play would run till June 9! Should I go then, and hang around in the UK until the HP 5 premiere, maybe even look for some roomies and a job, or at least go then so I could enjoy having survived the much feared spring course, but what if Dan didn't stay with the play that long and hey, while I'm on this ticket site I should check if there are any other interesting ~~plays~~ actors I could see, I mean, what if Dan is ill on the wrong day, *type type search* OMG Jason Isaacs will be in The dumb waiter till March 24, damn scary spring course will ruin my peace of mind I'm sure but HERE IS A FITTING TIME WINDOW IN MY SCHEDULE BETWEEN MARCH 22 AND MARCH 27! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I booked plays, flights, hostel and gave Native Energy a lil something. My mum suddenly decided to go with me to the great city and made it look like I forced her. :p All the same, since I had picked a late nite flite it would be useful to have a bodyguard for the 15 minutes between Victoria Coach Station and the hostel. And it's nice to have someone help you look for tube signs and stuff.

It was I who read 97% of the signs on the trip. BRAIN EXERCISE!

But here is the story now, not completely chronologically jumbled.

MARCH 22. I figured out how to solve (easy) sudoku puzzles which cut into my valuable packing time. BRAIN EXERCISE! However, we took off (40 minutes late) and the plane did not lose a single wing. Our luggage had ended up in the same airport, and we found the buses even though the last sign pointing to them was oddly positioned.

See, I had been tipped off about Terravision in London 2005, so now I would try them instead of the twice as expensive train. We just missed one bus (they left every 15 minutes) and the driver of the next one was 45 minutes late. He then drove directly to Victoria, not via Liverpool Street as planned. Lucky we were getting off there. Some others were not. One bloke went hysterical and screamed that he didn't wanna go on a sightseeing trip, so he called the coppers. Other travellers, who weren't even hysterical, received no reply from the driver when they said he was going the wrong way. Uh...

By now, it was so late, cold and scary that my mum and I "had to" take a taxi to the hostel. (Her idea.) After our wild adventures we got into bed around 2 am. :)

MARCH 23. 10 years since I first saw my dah'ling Nicholas Lea! (Eh... On TV.) We checked the location of the Equus venue, Gielgud Theatre, which was... 2 blocks away. Gawd, do they wish to wear out my soles? I miss those good old days when my play of choice ran NEXT DOOR, SNIFFLE. *stagger stagger* EXERCISE! Actually, we had already spotted the MASSIVE POSTER the night before. So making sure I knew the way to Trafalgar Studios (JASONTHEATRE!) was of greater importance. We found it exactly where it had been on the map! Weeeee! Just south of Trafalgar Square, also on a walking distance from the hostel. The theatre opened 10 minutes later, I collected my precious ticket, stole a couple of playbills (the Equus ticket had been mailed to me for some reason), and located the stage door...

We visited Harrod's, where my mum had not been since 1999. :) Not to shop, just to gasp at the products and prices. I did see those mugs that celebs had painted for charity though... And there was one by Ewan... :B I've got 5000000 mugs... Moreover, I had fond memories of Harrod's 50's style fridges, and their pet equipment. :O This year I found some neat art, too. I only brought home names.

It was my Equus night! I picked up a coupla playbills in the foyer, since I was going siggy-hunting afterwards and had read that Dan would not sign Harry Potter material, for fear of E-bayers or something. After I went up to the 2nd floor I would not be allowed back down, but from there I could see programmes being sold downstairs. Hmm, WHAT if Dan would only sign programmes? After all there is a greater chance that someone flashing a programme is a real fan, and... :p Luckily, a bloke appeared next to me with a bunch of programmes in his arms. Cool.

My seat was not the worst ever, better than at Guys and dolls. And more expensive. :B Grand Circle, row 2, seat 20. This is where I artsily pretend that I cared LOADS about whether I liked the play. :B It was neat. Comments:

~Dan wasn't ill!
~Richard Griffiths wasn't ill! I had never seen him before.
~I always suspected that a shrink might slay MY passions. One of my excuses for never going to one and be given fun pills. Imagine if one cured me, or made me believe I was normal, or made me automatically behave normally, I dunno, by shooting me with staplers every time my small talk ceased for 2 s... My possible gift might get flushed down the same undivable toilet. Just a feeling. Lately I've had more reason to believe this. :q
~Horses are so worshippable. :)
~I think the movements that the wire-headed horse actors made when spooked were cool. :B
~JUUUUUUUUUST wondering in an über-literal way... How does one rilly stick a hoofpick into both of a horse's eyes? Would it stand still for 0,5 ns after the first stab? "Easy Nugget, I'm just gonna poke yer eye out. There, not so bad, was it? Shhh, still, while I move my hand along the width of your forehead. Ahhh! NOW it hurts, so you may go bananas and kick open the door! GOOD BOY! Weee!"
~0 fangirls screamed at the sight of Naked!Dan.
~Not even my brain exploded from Naked Bloke OD. (I don't get to the meat market a lot, ya know.)
~2 days after the play, I realised that an actor from Van Helsing was in it! Will Kemp, the wolfie? I THOUGHT his... hair... looked familiar.

Afterwards, to avoid looking 100% stalkish or anything, I WALKED to the stage door, which was perhaps why I got to stand in 3rd row. :/ Dan exited the door though! :D Now I've got a Bearded!Dan-snapshot too!

MARCH 24. I had a cold hair wash (we were on the 6th floor, and hadn't been so smart as to sneak into the 3rd floor... the previous night, although there was a notice about hot water shortages 8-10 am... MY EARS!) before we went and behaved just like shoppers except I was about to shop nothing inedible and knew it. It was all right fun staring at all the fabric and glitter, however, and in any case I had to pass by Hamleys and shadowly re-live my POSSIBLE Sacha sighting (November 5, 2005... Remember, Lo?:) But if that WAS Sacha, why was he dressed as Ali G, considering Ali G was superfamous by then (no?) and thus in his grave (no?). Think of all the Ali G impersonators who must lurk out there... Like dem Elvis ones... Well, this enormous mystery will torment me till I die. Or till I see Sacha (?) again (?). :B AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?! *stares at pic yoze was clever nuff to snap even tho she was not obsessed at the time* That height... Eh? I remember his legs. :)

Actually, I was mostly killing time. Staying in one's hostel room to study is a sin, and outside it was too cold to chill (HAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!) in any park. Oh, and while I was doing the time, I tried to look at... gasp... HUMAN FACES... in case I'd meet some celeb. Hehe. Alas, everyone in town were Spanish or Swedish tourists. Aye.

I was waiting for the matiné of The dumb waiter to end, so I could position myself outside the stage door! I lurked a little way away for a bit and saw about 4 people outside to start with, so I sauntered up to them. The crowd filled up... like, after the play really ended... While hugging my little ole Chamber of Secrets, I was given a note about a huge DEATHLY HALLOWS UK RELEASE PARTY which I prolly will be unable to attend. XC

Some random people went through the stage door, but at last, there was JASON! :O Sporting a beard, a nice voice I barely recognised (after having listened to too much of chalkboard-Lucius, I presume :B) and Teh Eyes! The crowd was cool and no one fainted, or shot into the sky. So I could wait relatively calmly. A coupla Gryffindor ladies had come all the way from Vegas to see him and told him so. Jason: "You DIDN'T! :D" He was then told about the huge release party but said he wouldn't be able to go since he would be in Rhode Island. Oh aye, it's still that TV show, innit? D'oh! Lucky I didn't count on seeing him at the Order premiere then... :p

After some time and some signings, the next fan in the clump-shaped line was I! +) The book was ready. So ready. Jason signed it "Jason Isaacs x", so I suppose we have kissed on paper now. :x Anyway, I told him "I'm not seeing the play until tonight, I'm afraid..." to which he replied (paraphrased, 'xcept for the word in green) "That's all right, it'll probably be sloppy tonight though, since it's the last one!" "Hehe, no problem!" :p And he turned to the next fan. He was in a bit of a hurry to leave and get pressies for his kid (when he did leave, he left at a run!), but left no fan disappointed as far as me old eyes could see. :q And I got time for photos, too, though I did not ask for any posing. He still stared straight at my cam once, while posing with some others. :B

With my life nearer heavenly completeness, I euphoria-hovered back to the hostel just to eat and such. Soon it was ~~high~~ time to return to Trafalgar Studios. Due to all the detailed adventures I was of course lagging behind diary-wise, and wrote for a coupla hours at the theatre before The dumb waiter. I expected it to be extremely weird, seeing how it was written by a Nobel prize winner and all. Funnier than expected, however. I thought Jason was the superior actor (and not sloppy). So was my seat... relative to most of the other seats. 5th row! Also got a good many minutes of extra Jason Presence as the characters were already on stage, quiet and still, when the audience welled in. Lee Evans was under a blanket but Jason was reading a paper!

I, everyone else, and a taxi were soon outside the stage door. Lee Evans came out and wrote siggies and such, I didn't ask for one but got pics. Suddenly, while he was posing with a fan, there was someone doing the V-sign over his head. JASON RETURNS! I hung around while the crowd swooped down upon him. But... once, when someone asked to have their pic taken with him... the camera was placed in my hands! :D By Jason? Why did JASON and not the fan hand some fan's cam to me? Dream? :9 No. At least Jason posed for me, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I nearly missed my chance, but when Jason seemed finished with everybody there and moved towards the taxi I piped up "Jason!" and extended my hand which he shook and I said "Lovely performance, thank you for everything! :B" I was meaning the movies, the siggies, the play, the chatting, the posing, the handshake and all that. He... answered something. :) Then he thanked the whole bunch, and boarded the taxi.

After waving at the holy vehicle I would have glided away, Dementor style, but I ran/powerwalked back to the Gielgud. Just in time for another place in 3rd Row Of The Dan Fan Crowd. Hoping some Jason fans would have been less than accurate concerning Dan's siggy-signing rules ("First row only"), I stuck out my programme again when Dan passed by. No luck. Forgive me, everyone whom I probably decapitated with the pages of the programme while fiddling with me camera.

5 minutes later I bumped into my mum. Not so fat a chance. We went coolly into a cool pub where I downed an Orange Potion and flashed the Jason siggy to her.

MARCH 25. Sunday, so no stage dooring to be done, I suppose. We checked out a few markets, got lost in some empty business district, relaxed by the river, and spent HOURS searching for the bus stop whence we would return to Stansted. BRAIN... EXERCISE! Not that we were going home, we just wanted to... rehearse... for I had grand plans, which involved cutting it fine the next evening, bus-wise. Anyway. The tube is a bit disorienting... :S Eventually, we ran into the stops. There were two, 500 light years apart. A nice bus bloke showed us the fine print on the time table, so now we even knew at what times the differrent stops would be useful. :p Fecking adventurous.

In celebration, I had chips [CHEPPSSS!!!] in a cool pub.

MARCH 26. The breakfast bread had not reached the hostel.
Mum: "OMGWTF our white flour!"
Yoze: "Yo, it's not their fault if the bread truck fell over or whatever."
Trudge trudge.
Roomie: "Hey."
Mum: "Did ya know, roomie, they've got no breakfast today!"
Roomie: "Rilly!"
Mum: "Yeah, the truck had fallen over or something."
Roomie: "Oh dear! [How can we send £6000 to the truck driver's 18 orphaned young children? SNIFFLE!]"
Yoze: "Er, I didn't say it had..."
Mum: "Oh aye? I thought I heard someone say it. :/"

We got some food from a neighbouring place, checked out, raided Fresh & Wild and zoomed off to the PARKS, where we just sat. :9 First, Stanley Park. Sweet, a robin posed for me. Then St James Park. Sweet, we could see the water. When certain people got impatient we migrated slowly to Trafalgar Square and checked out the National Gallery. *shrug* Da Vinci stuff, though! And I found me some postcards.

Once again, I was really only waiting for a play to end. Grasping my this month's last chance for a Dan siggy, and in doing so risking ~~everything~~ missing the bus and thus the morning plane home. :) If Dan came out to sign at the normal time (probable), we should make it to the second last bus... Now that I was risking so much for my Dan siggy, I was not about to fuck things up. I stood for 3 h on the street around the stage door. EXERCISE! Think at least 3 people wondered if I was a hooker. Welllllllll... So, anyway, after a couple of hours I was joined by an extremely ambitious Danish siggy hunter. I think the first row patches were all taken about 30 min before the end of Equus. :) The last one was claimed by... my mum, who had nuthin better to do. And our suitcase. The Dane wanted an extra siggy for his friend, so we agreed my mum would try to get one. She was given a playbill.

The skinny little barricades came up, and then came Dan! He started signing opposite our spot.
Mum: "Ohhhhh, there he is..."
My programme had never been so ready. :) DAN SIGNED IT! I didn't get to look into his eyes and he probably did not hear my thanks, if they were successfully uttered. :p My mum was next in line, but he missed her for some reason. Mayhap playbill-slingers are taken for siggy hunters?
Second last bus.

27 MARCH. Camp Stansted.

~*~

Some good shit I ate in the strange exotic land:
+Portobello Road market's onion and olive pizza slice, packed in a brown bag which some hours later looked like transparent plastic :)
+Vegan Calzone from Fresh & Wild, flabbergasting eco-food shop on our very block (COUGH 69-75 Brewer Street COUGH)
[/pizza collection]
+Apple & cinnamon cross buns
+Cherry & coconut flapjack
+Subway sub Veggie Delite *avalanche*
+Falafel
+Chips in Cosy Brown British Pub
+~~White flour with saccharose~~ Hostel breakfasts of toast, jam and juice
+Chips from Large Fast Food Chain... for breakfast, when the hostel breakfast had not been delivered
+Fresh & Wild's fruit salad + soy yoghurt + müsli
+Canned pasta hoops
+Smoothies
+Juicez

Items shopped:
+Madagascar soundtrack
+King Arthur soundtrack
+Once upon a time by Simple Minds
+Persuasion by Jane Austen (used)
+Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen (used *sniffs books*)
+6 cards from the National Gallery
+Equus programme

The laaaaa' and the Oscars!

2007-02-26T08:04:00.001+01:00

The environmental law course kinda sucked. I wasn't Aspie enough to remember the whole law book, like. Didn't have to, but it still would have helped to know all the things one could look for in any given case. :p Whatever, I passed the exam! :D

Funniest environmental law moment.

Teacher: "Blah blah blah... Sure we could have an ecological dictatorship. But who wants to live in such a society?!"
Class: :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) ...
Teacher: "Yeah... You, maybe."
Bloke: "Miss! Miss! Er, actually, several prominent scientists said -"
Teacher: "No, boy! No matter how good your intentions are, power always takes over!"
Yozemind: *flashback to LOTR*

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Sacha's got an Oscar nomination! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! So, since I have once again found someone to root for on Oscar night, I will give you my great perfect list of all the nominees plus comments on my faves, which are usually picked for unprofessional and irrelevant reasons. :9

Best Actor
Leonardo DiCaprio, Blood Diamond
Ryan Gosling, Half Nelson
Peter O'Toole, Venus
Will Smith, The Pursuit of Happiness
Forest Whitaker, The Last King of Scotland

I kind of only know about Will and Leo, and I mostly know Leo from Titanic where he grins too much. :p Hehe.

Best Supporting Actor
Alan Arkin, Little Miss Sunshine
Jackie Earle Haley, Little Children
Djimon Hounsou, Blood Diamond
Eddie Murphy, Dreamgirls
Mark Wahlberg, The Departed

I have seen all of the above in 0-1 roles, but Djimon Hounsou was in my dahling Gladiator!

Best Actress
Penelope Cruz, Volver
Judi Dench, Notes on a Scandal
Helen Mirren, The Queen
Meryl Streep, The Devil Wears Prada
Kate Winslet, Little Children

Kate is probably my 2nd fave actress!

Best Supporting Actress
Adriana Barazza, Babel
Cate Blanchett, Notes on a Scandal
Abigal Breslin, Little Miss Sunshine
Jennifer Hudson, Dreamgirls
Rinko Kikuchi, Babel

Tough choice since Cate rocks, and Abigail may have more future Oscar chances (Has Cate won any?) but she was so cool in Signs, and Little Miss Sunshine sounds like a better movie than Notes on a scandal! Which... I know nothing about... but.

Best Picture
Babel
The Departed
Letters From Iwo Jima
Little Miss Sunshine
The Queen

With one Oscar for Little Miss Sunshine's Abigal Breslin it's only fair that The queen gets an Oscar too, because I'm equally eager to see those two movies.

Best Director
Alejando Inaritu, Babel
Martin Scorsese, The Departed
Clint Eastwood, Letters From Iwo Jima
Stephen Frears, The Queen
Paul Greengrass, United 93

I have seen only United 93, which I thought had great direction! Oh, and the villain soothed my eyes as usual! :B

Best Foreign Film
After the Wedding, Denmark
Days of Glory, Algeria
The Lives of Others, Germany
Pan's Labyrinth, Mexico
Water, Canada

I haven't seen any of the above. Well, Denmark is almost Sweden, and there is a Swede, Rolf Lassgård, in After the wedding! *desperate* (Sweden almost made it though, with a film called Farväl Falkenberg.)

Best Animated Film of the Year
Cars
Happy Feet
Monster House

I have seen neither, but the charming Elijah Wood is in Happy feet, eh? :)

Achievement in Art Direction
Dreamgirls
The Good Shepherd
Pan's Labyrinth
Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest
The Prestige

Again I have seen none of these movies, but Johnny was artfully decorated in Pirates 1.

Achievement in Cinematography
The Black Dahlia
Children of Men
The Illusionist
Pan's Labyrinth
The Prestige

Children of men is the only one I've seeeeeeeeen... Yeah, visually nice. (But Clive Owen's voice is nice as hell. :) The human population decrease was the nicest thing, till...)

Achievement in Costume Design
Curse of the Golden Flowers
The Devil Wears Prada
Dreamgirls
Marie Antoinette
The Queen

Uh, well, that is the REAL costume movie, innit? Though I know not when Curse of the golden flowers is set.

Best Documentary
Deliver Us from Evil
An Inconvenient Truth
Iraq in Fragments
Jesus Camp
My Country, My Country

I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL! XD

Best Documentary Short
The Blood of Yingzhou District
Recycled Life
Rehearsing A Dream
Two Hands

I know all about them! NOT! But hey, recycling is the shit! :)

Achievement in Film Editing
Babel
Blood Diamond
Children of Men
The Departed
United 93

I have no expertise knowledge about editing, but how about United 93. I heard it was filmed in really long takes and it sounded hard to edit. :p They didn't have the hot villain in every shot, however. :/

Achievement in Makeup
Apocalypto
Click
Pan's Labyrinth

Hmm, two options. Pan's labyrinth sounds more intriguing. But then, I only know their titles. :B

Best Original Score
Babel
The Good German
Notes On A Scandal
Pan's Labyrinth
The Queen

God, I've seen neither. I'll go and check who made the scores. *back* I don't know any of them. So, The queen then since it's the one I most want to... see.

Best Original Song
"I Need to Wake Up" An Inconvenient Truth
"Listen" Dreamgirls
"Love You I Do" - Dreamgirls
"Our Town" Cars
"Patience" Dreamgirls

Indeed.

Best Animated Short
The Danish Poet
Lifted
The Little Matchgirl
Maestro
No Time For Nuts

Another mention of the almost Swedish country.

Best Live Action Short
Binta and the Great Idea
One Too Many
Helmer & Son
The Saviour
West Bank Story

Sounds like a bit of fun. *steals name of binta for name collection*

Achievement in Sound Editing
Apocalypto
Blood Diamond
Flags of Our Fathers
Letters from Iwo Jima
Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest

Out of these, I would pick Pirates for a movie night...

Achievement in Sound Mixing
Apocalypto
Blood Diamond
Dreamgirls
Flags of Our Fathers
Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest

Again Pirates would be my pick, for a night of profound sound-mixing euphoria.

Best Visual Effects
Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest
Poseidon
Superman Returns

Superman, for I saw a few stills from it and am still wondering whether the guy was CGI. :p Heehee, is that a compliment on the effects people?

Best Adapted Screenplay
Borat
Children of Men
The Departed
Little Children
Notes on a Scandal

ONLY ONE CATEGORY?! XC

Best Original Screenplay
Babel
Letters From Iwo Jima
Little Miss Sunshine
Pan's Labyrinth
The Queen

Sunshine sounded good... Hmm, it's probably the only TRAILER I've seen out of these, but.

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Now... They're airing the Oscars on some new weird channel which I didn't think we could watch. At least I got an invitation from DA CINEMA CLUB to watch the Oscars in real time at the fancy cinema! 1 hour before takeoff it turned out that we WERE able to watch the channel. PHEW! :O I am now staying at home and happily deev-ing all the little sound mixing and animated short film categories, which evil Normal Channel surely will have emitted from their little summary next week. I SUPPOSE they will at least show The Sacha Category so I haven't been crying.

I'm off! Sacha's gonna WIN!!! :D

I survived Xmas...

2006-12-27T21:49:00.000+01:00

...with MY (extended) family. :p I had been dreading it. But keeping away for most of the time worked now, at least.

For the record, this was my first Xmas as an official heathen! :B Since November 23 I belong to no religion! :D I think... For this I get a piece of paper, almost no church tax, and 1 ticket to hell. :q

Here was me original wish list:
-TNC:s Rainforest Fund thingies
-Terrapasses
-...and a few CD:s...

Here is how it actually turned out *MATERIALISTIC XMAS PRESSIE REPORT* :
-Black eco-cotton top (so soft and thick...)
-Booze chocolate (good if one bites a hole in em and pours out the booze)
-Electric toothbrush (I hope my toothpaste isn't too abrasive)
-A friggin huge steel lantern (which I ain't keeping)
-Cash!
-2 decorative birds + 2 decorative trolls (used)
-Some Aloe gel (which I never knew I needed and which contained mysterious ingredients so I passed it on...)
-Soap from Lush
-Shampoo thing from Lush
-A Robbie biography (written by some Swedish tabloid journalist but reasonably respectful *sucks juice*)
-A backpack (my 4-year-old one was perfect, but it has got a hole in the bottom. Hmm. Huh huh huh huh.)
-A wall calendar (featuring JOAQUIN!)
-The da Vinci code soundtrack by Hans Zimmer
-Sparkle in the rain by Simple Minds
-Boy by U2
-A red mini-lantern...
-Some candle (I'm off candles... I hear they contain palm oil... That's just not cosy)
-Knickers made of poisonous cotton (which I'm not keeping either)

**********************************

This law course is death.

Last month's anti-fur protest downtown...

2006-12-17T09:02:00.002+01:00

...stereotype mode:

I showed up at the meeting place and everyone glared at me for having dyed my hair neither purple nor green. But they obviously wanted to save their cobblestones, and things would get better - after a little while, we were enthusiastically fighting the massive police force that had gathered to try and guard us. They had even brought their horses, thinking those would be safe in the midst of an animal rights protest. Haha. We stoned the poor beasts until they dropped dead. It was truly worth the sacrifice!

We had all been instructed to dress in white, and were soon dancing down the city's tightest alley in celebration of our beautiful and sappy belief that the new government will come to their supreme human senses and not cuddle the mink farmers any more.

Before the protest, enormous crosses had been handed out to the participants. To these we nailed as many mink farmers' young babies as we had been able to kidnap, and carried the crosses by our bare teeth. This left our hands free to hurl Molotov cocktails, filled with baby harp seal oil (for plant-based fats are so difficult to find), through the windows of Kindergartens and such. These were as full as barrels, as we had chosen a time of bright daylight and rush hour traffic, so that everyone might know our message. And so we could block the alley.

After a long barefoot walk we reached the other end of the alley - where a burning speech was held from atop a rusty dustbin. Said speech was burning because it consisted completely of smoke signals from a Molotov cocktail. Members of the vulgar crowd passed by - most were scared off, as we had intended. However a few were curious and eagerly joined our ranks. To encourage them further, we force-fed them mink feed, Molotov cocktails and even shredded carrots.

Pause.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!

My bro's violent "tendencies"

2006-12-06T00:19:00.000+01:00

He got home before I did today and when that happens he always plays his shite music at 5000 dB while he cooks and eats. I never take it, and he usually takes it when I turn the shit off so that I can, GASP, eat something for 10 fucking minutes before I retire to my dungeon. He is unable to grasp that someone else may also be hungry OR not in love with his music. Once he actually said "But you can eat later."

8O

OH MY GOD.

Today he said it was his RIGHT to listen to the shit because he a) got home first :O and b) has tinnitus.
i) I wonder whose fault that could be
ii) YAY, I WANT SOME TINNITUS TOO!

Then he says "But you and mum listen to music in the living room" and I go "Well if that disturbs you, I've told you you may TURN IT THE FUCK OFF, but you never do" and he says "No, I let YOU listen" just to keep his right to TORTURE me. Yeah, perhaps it's also cool if someone begs you to kinky-whip them and then whips the non-kinky you?

So I turned the shit off, he turned it back on, and when I tried to get to the stereo again he blocked my way and pushed me so I sort of bounced backwards (but not like in 2004 when he lost control over a fight with SOMEONE ELSE and threw ME across the room (wow, my shoulders just happened to be in the way of his hands) and I had to seek medical advice). He even kept his hands raised. I asked if he was going to beat me up again and darted past him to the stereo, where he grabbed me from behind. For 34953 years. I screamed in terror but refrained from pinching his arm upon remembering the juiciest bits of school's anti-violence docus ("X lost 16 teeth, and to this day he has no feeling in his right body half. The criminals then proceeded to crush his kidneys and rip his aorta and hey, if he had been a girl there is no reason to think they would not have -"). He might have MURDERED me if I had done anything. Only 6x bigger than I am. I didn't call the cops (next fucking time though... Hope that degree of threat is a crime), just one of the rulers of the house. But I'm SO gonna warn all the girls he drags home from now on. Ya know what they say, it never stops after the first beating, eh. The E-dawg is jumpy around him, too. And he's training to become a NURSE! If there is ever a wave of mysterious pillow-chokings in hospitals, I can toss them a clue. Around civilised people he's Mr Clean & PC who whistles over-sanely and merrily in the shower or while he cooks, can say that I have to become social but not why, chirps "How spiffing to SEEEEEEEEEEEEEE you, grandmothaaaaaaahhh! XD" and sighs happily that he Would Love To Work With People.

I've hated this proud abuser of physical power for almost 3 years and I hope he dies in a slow, painful accident shortly. *daydreamz*

~*~

On the subject of big boys with 12-year-old brains, somebody DID decide to feed off the Borat hype, by airing the Ali G SHOW here... Monday to Thursday this week, at least... *devour* No further comments, as I must now do my environmental law homework. Also going on an expedition to the kitchen, for some tea, just to show off. If I'm not back in 10... go on without me. *grabs fancy dagger*

VG, hypoxia & 1 Deep British Voice

2006-11-24T16:43:00.002+01:00

BRAGGING OD: Got our latest exam results the day before yesterday. First off, we were informed that everybody had survived. The teacher did not know whether to blame our brilliance or his kindness. But you know what they say about Swedish education. Or not.

Well, tawp grayde VG was set at 85% (while it is normally 80%, I think it was because they had had to remove one question afterwards or summat...) and I scored 86.84%! YES! SQUEE! Not expected, as this was a rather abstract and talky exam with a lot of "Discuss, dammit, discuss!" in it. :p Think this VG has been my life goal since I made a miserable little G on a similar course in 2005. :) MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

It was extraordinarily sweet to receive 3/3 points for my answer to a Q about "pros and cons of political conservation targets, are such targets appropriate and why, and did we propose other or complementary strategies?" And my answer was split into wee bombshell fragments all over the paper, too. Poor teacher. :B Here be my fatarse, 100% answer, outta the book via me brain, uglily (...) translated, de-messed, with teacher's stapled comments and supposedly approving underlinings in Slytherin green:

Good: -Perhaps the politicians are more likely to stick to decisions which they and not a hippy biologist have made.
-The targets may seem high, which makes the world realise the importance of protection, as even the powerful people set such targets --> everybody takes conservation more seriously and try to contribute to it.
-If people realise that the targets are too low this too can encourage widespread and general conservation?
-It is better than nothing. The populations may survive until the surroundings possibly become more eco-friendly, and then some can spread from the protected areas, which hopefully would not have become too depleted.
Bad: -The targets rarely ARE high (enough)! One hears 5% of a forest or 12% globally, but for many species extinction begins at ~30% of original population/habitat size, and cannot be stopped thereafter. I believe somebody suggested that 70% of the Earth be protected, and a study showed that the targets of scientists and experts are often set about 3 times as high as those of politicians. This may be because the political targets are often compromises and are held back by for example short term economic interests, although they might have been higher to begin with.
-The public may believe that the low targets are sufficient, so that conservation outside of protected area ceases.
-They say nothing of what is to be protected. ["could be said"] The politicians might mainly set aside land which is unprofitable to use, but it may have low natural values. A writer of one article pointed out the importance of protecting primarily hotspots (threatened and rare), that is, concentrating the protection to rain forests and the like.

Measures?: -Education ["good"] about ecology, so that also decision makers, voters, etc want high targets.
-The aforementioned concentration on hotspots. (50% of species on 2% of the land surface = rain forests?)
-Somebody said that areas should be protected based on how productive they are!
-General respect for natural values EVERYWHERE.

To propose 95% protection so that decision makers only could push it down to 50% would perhaps be an illegal scientific lie and falsification of results... unless one included the conflicting interests and the compromise into one's calculations?! ["!"]

A "few" Homo sapiens less could reduce the problem fundamentally. (The way there might include education --> liberation (of women), + education about ecology, that is, even in the lower grades --> creates necessary motivation... hopefully. However, I don't have the Nobel Prize for social studies/psychology.) There wouldn't be enough people to make an impact on X% of the Earth. Less bickering and agonising over decisions.

excuse the messiness!

["3 good (despite the messiness :) )"]

Hihi, I got something right. *wallow wallow wallow wallow wallow wallow*

~*~

Location: Comp room, Uni of Gothenburg, The Milky Way
Date: Friday, some damn year A.D.
Time: 4.13 pm
Oxygen level: *mumble*
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4 ~~merry~~ zombied students huddled round their almost finished project faintly become aware of a tingle that may have been trickling through the room - for the last hour? For the last 10 000 years? No one knows. :O
Classmate at other comp: "HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! XD"
Group member: "L is tired..."
Group member: "What is it, L?"
Classmate at other comp: "It's just a picture... on this comp... HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! XD"
Yozemind: *conjures image of ~~hardcore~~ porn out of comp room experience*
Classmate at other comp: "It's a heron... HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI... XD"
Yozemind: *evaluating porn potential of herons*
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Group member (reading from project report): "'...and we also paid a visit to a hunting museum where one can view animals (stuffed) in their natural habitats.' Well, those weren't really their natural habitats though, were they? I remember seeing a wolf in a trap pit, and -"
Group member: "Aight, we'll have to change that sentence." *bangs delete button*
Project report: "...and there is also a hunting museum where one can view animals (stuffed) -"
Group member: "Stuffed where?"
Everybody: "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL! XD"
Everybody: *stare at comp* *sway*
Everybody: "ROTFLMAO! XD"
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Everybody: *proofreads project report*
Project report: "There are two hunting clubs who take whatever part of the elk quota manages to escape the king."
Group member: "'There are two hunting clubs who manage to escape the king'?!"
Group member: "No, it says -"
Group member: "Oh!"
Everybody: "ROTF! XD"
Group member: "...who manages to escape the king's MURDEROUS SLAUGHTER!"
Yozemind: *wonders what she would choose out of being shot in her lungs, starving to death, being bit to pieces, jumping off the 60 m cliff in the project area, or sweetly drifting to sleep in anoxic comp room*

~*~

Yesterday was historical! I... I finally heard Sacha speak as himself. :D

*deep... british... male... voice... number 234248*

My comp speakers are dead, which hasn't been a huge problem until, oh, I got meself a fave actor/comedian/warrior/man who was SUCH a chameleon that in my 6 years of knowing about his existence I had never heard his real accent/voice, which, however, were bound to be fab, and, against all better judgment, I tempted myself by staring at silent talk show videos! YEAH!

*spank*

Sneaked onto dad's comp last night. It loaded Youtube-Letterman :D so damn quickly that I actually had time to hear Sacha say wannabe gangster before the comp was reclaimed by its rightful owner. :9

Speaking of our wannabe gangster - why TV hasn't shown the Ali G movie lately, to feed off the Borat hype, is beyond me. (Which does not say much.)

Total list!

2006-11-23T00:15:00.000+01:00

From C! ~~Only cos~~ she was so kind as to publish an English questionadgjaagajg ~~the other day~~ in ancient times! (:B

Name: J******* S******
Do you like your name?: I'm probably the only one globally, so I CAN'T HIDE :O
Do you know what your name means?: Something, God, something, maybe
What would you like it to be?: Nikita or Dana
If you were the opposite sex, what would it be?: Nicholas? :B
Age: 23 XC
Age you act: 19? 14? :D
Age you’d like to be: 19
Why?: Old enough to get a license and all that shite, but the aging process hasn't started!
Sexual orientation (gay/bi/straight): Str8, forgot by how many % according to the Sparks test
Sex/gender: O+
Birthplace: Gothenburg!
Nationality: Swedish
Currently living in...: Gothenburg!
Proud of your nationality?: It's kinda unusual :B But I'm more proud of being a Gothenburger *paranoid minority complex caused by stockholm... and paranoia*
What nationality would you like to be?: Canadian, British or Irish :p
Kind of house you live in: Shoebox-shaped
Who do you live with?: Dawg, parents and Antichrist
Do you like the area you live in?: Could be worse, could be prettier
~ favourites ~
Colour(s): Black? Red? Purple?
Food(s): Vegan pizza
Drink(s): Diet coke... which I avoid for health reasons
Place: Lake Louise? Leicester Square, May 30, 2004? :D
Weather: Would the Siberian tundra please stay frozen until I have managed to eradicate the [CENSORED]...
Season: Summer? :p
Girl’s name: Nikita? I don't really have a perfect one. LUCKY I WON'T NEED ANY, EITHER!!!
Boy’s name: Nicholas!
Games console: Hmm, we had something fun in 1992! :)
Video game: Super Mario World could be played on the fun thingy!
Video game character: The rhino or some other forgotten animal in Donkey Kong
Movie(s): Lunch with Charles
Movie genre (horror, comedy, etc): Adventure-action-comedy, Cosy British Film or Sick Comedy
Swear-word/curse-word/whatever: Fuck.
~ least favourites ~
Colour(s): Mmm, pwetty colours... I want them aaaaaaall... But maybe not white *squint* Except on Shadowfax :)
Food(s): In the vegan universe, licorice +S
Drink(s): Coffee XP
Place: Behind the counter at McDeath *nightmares of meat endorsement & dissatisfied guests*
Weather: Icy wind in me ears
Season: Late winter
Girl’s name: Walburga?
Boy’s name: Urban
Games console: Uh...
Video game(s): Everything I haven't played?
Video game character(s): ...
Movie(s): Well, I did see this horror movie where some people were being chased by ants and didn't think to hop into a nearby body of water
Genre of movie: American romcoms with white background on the poster, court movies, war movies, and heavy snob-drama :B (just... generally...)
Swear-word/curse-word/whatever: Slut (if the user thinks that's a bad thing but calls promiscuous men "studs" and doesn't mind THOSE. UNFAIR ARSEHOLE!)
~ music ~
Favourite type of music: Rock/pop, but I like to think my dah'ling Robbie is mainly RRRRROCK! Some of the time.
Favourite song(s): OH PUHLEEEEEEEEEASE! Well, my revenge is to say that on my mind at the moment is a certain piece of the Madagascar soundtrack. :B
Favourite male vocalist: Robbie Williams!
Favourite female vocalist: Melanie C's voice is cool but the female vocalist I listen to the most is the Texas woman
Least favourite genre of music: Something from the 30's?
~ BAND VS BAND ~
Murderdolls vs Frankenstein Drag Queens: Never heard of em...
HIM vs Evanescence: I've only heard about Evanescence, which are OK *cowers before C* :)
Slipknot vs StoneSour: Never heard...
Coal Chamber vs Devil Driver: Whaaaaaaaaaat?
System Of A Down vs Mudvayne: Er, well...
Nirvana vs Muse: Nirvana, then...
Marilyn Manson vs KoRn: Can't think of any songs by them.
Funeral For A Friend vs Metallica: Metallica perhaps?
Green Day vs Simple Plan: Green Day
Rancid vs NOFX: *zapp*
Red Hot Chili Peppers vs Foo Fighters: Foo Fighters
Blink 182 vs Good Charlotte: Good Charlotte
Sugarcult vs The Ataris: Unknown!
Linkin Park vs Lostprophets: Linkin Park are the ones I... know I've heard
The Rasmus vs AFI: Nope
~ first word(s) that come to mind ~
Penguin: Private :)
Chicken: Torture
Sock: Violence
Walrus: Blubber :q
Gold: Knife
Goat: Playgoat (mag cover aimed at Osama)
Skull: Knock
Anarchy: Dowhatyouwantwithouthurtinganyone as defined by my childhood classmate
Goth: DUNGEON
Pink: Nails
Swirl: Paint
Aqua: Danish bubblegum pop band
Mega: CD shop
Love: Hands moving to touch face
Knife: Stab
Heaven: Sunny meadow with blue creek & big deciduous trees *shrinko-biologists sob happily*
Hell: Black rocks
Cow: Confinement
Blood: Mooncup
Doll: Flappy
Coal: Disaster
Freak: "Freak of nature" knickers sold at Anastacia concert
Mud: Borat & Azamat
Tart: Bridget
~ Rock, Okay, Suck or Not Sure ~
Slipknot: Not Sure
Mudvayne: Not Sure
Murderdolls: Not Sure
Marilyn Manson: Not Sure
KoRn: Not Sure
HIM: Not Sure
Coal Chamber: Not Sure
StoneSour: Not Sure
Devil Driver: Not Sure
Evanescence: Okay
The Rasmus: Not Sure
Blink 182: Okay
AFI: Not Sure
Rancid: Not Sure
The Distillers: Not Sure
Funeral For A Friend: Not Sure
Good Charlotte: Okay
Probot: Not Sure
Nirvana: Okay
Bowling For Soup: Not Sure
Green Day: Okay
Simple Plan: Not Sure
Linkin Park: Not Sure
Nine Inch Nails: Not Sure
System Of A Down: Not Sure
~ chose between ~
Our old favourite.. pepsi or cola?: Cola?
Chocolate or candy?: Candy = always hard? (HUH HUH HUH.) My short term fave, but alas, they cause afte. Unless my afte has DIED lately...? Fave for now: a certain smooth handmade big fat choc chunk crammed with big fat nuts :9
Ginger beer or cream soda?: What?
Love or hate?: LOVE, DAMMIT!
Life or death?: :/
Heaven or hell?: Heaven is pwetty spring, but hell = autumn red = also cosy! ;B
Suicide or homocide? (subtle as a sky scraper, i am.): Suicide, if you please
Black or pink?: Black
Red or blue?: Red
Friday or Saturday?: Fridayyyyyyyyyy... afternoon.
Enemies or rivals?: Rivals
Punk rock or death metal?: Death metal?
Anarchy ’A’ or pentagram?: Pentagram, cool theories in The da Vinci code :B
AIM or YIM?: Er?
Gig or party?: Gig!
Late or early?: Early
Past or future?: Show me da future.
E-mail or text?: E-mail
~ have you ever ... ~
Smoked?: No
Done drugs?: Tea, but I'm on milder green eco-fair trade-tea now
Cheated on your partner?: Yes, if by "partner" or "lover" one means "idol"
Done something bad without your parents knowing?: Yes :O
Lied to the police?: No, I haven't met many
Stayed in bed all day? (apart from when you’re ill): No...
Had an operation?: Yes, but I wasn't knocked out. They removed a wee birthmark. And do pulled teeth count?
Purpously harmed yourself?: 9 piercings throughout me life :)
Purpously harmed somebody else?: Yes, by eating meat and non-organic bananas and such
Tried to make your own ’jackass’/’dirty sanchez’ movie?: No! However, I did take a series of shots of my bro pretending to pee in a wine glass (which he later drank from), and poking a napkin through his brain.
Been bullied?: 9th grade
Bullied someone else?: Maybe XC
Graffitied on a wall?: Define :B
Uhmm ’gone to the toilet’ in public?: Probably, AS A WEE LASS
~ what/who was the last... ~
Person you talked to?: Classmate & project partner
Thing you said?: "Yeah, there's the file"
Thing you ate?: White bread bun with lettuce, red peppers, fake chicken and cucumber
Thing you drank?: Organic orange juice
Person you hugged?: My aunt or someone, at my b-day partyparty
Video game you played?: Super Mario World? ;)
Thing you bought?: School book about environmental law. "HI, I STUDY THE LAAAAAA'"
Programme you watched?: Cuppen
Film you watched?: Madagascar :B Not the best ever. My faves were Julian, Mort, Private & them pwetty colours...
Person you contacted over the phone?: Mum?
Friend’s house you visited?: "...legend became myth..."
CD you listened to?: U2's Vertigo
Song you listened to?: Summat on the radio
Person you thought about?: Sacha? :)

Sacha, Micke & the queen

2006-11-22T06:50:00.000+01:00

My dad & bro decided to go see Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan and were so smart as to ask if I wanted to tag along. I can watch almost any shite at the CINEMA :D *cosy... well, maybe not the cinema I usually visit*, but Borat had actually been given 5 stars by the local paper's snob-critic. I've got a general rule which dictates that films given 5 stars by snob-critics suck IMO, but on the other hand, that only applies to serious (often Swedish) dramas and/or films made in 1910. :) No, this was curious, my expectations were high in the sky. (Not a generally good sign, either.)

But, but, but, the movie was ingenious indeed. *bawl* Certain interview victims would be so anxious to find a new planet right now, if only they possessed enough sense to be ashamed. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! XD

~*~

Some highlights, of importance or not:

Borat: "WE SUPPORT YOUR WAROFTERROR!"
Crowd: "Oh, what the hell, WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Borat: "MAY BUSH DRINK THE BLOOD OF EVERY MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD IN IRAQ ~~AND COVER ALL THE WORLD IN SHADOW~~!"
Crowd: "Er... WUUUUUUUUU?! :D"

Borat & Azamat: *nakedwrestle*
Borat & Azamat: *intensify nakedwrestle*
Prim physical-contact-and-human-filth-shunner Yoze: "Ahhh... That's... limitless... :B"

Borat: "GO! GO TO YOUR FREEDOM!"
Hen: "SQUEAK!"
Ticket: *burn*
Borat: "BOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!" *heavy 1910 drama*

~*~

I staggered home, insanely jealous yet in great awe of the genius...
Zombie-Yoze: "Raaaaaaaaaa... Mmmmmmmmm, braaaaaaaaaaaain... +P~~~"
...and, within hours, developed a wee bit of a crush on Sacha Baron Cohen. :B

Said crush is 9 days old and has not exploded into red-hot, unbridled passion. Yet. Hehe. So... I think I shall keep him a secret from my folks, for my mum would refuse to watch Borat if she thought I recommended it mainly because of a crush... as, I must admit, is my habit... however, one which she enjoys blowing out of proportion. :B (My only other secret idol would be... Brad D.) Secrets are frustrating, but fun. :D *exhumes ole tape of mtv europe music awards 2000 featuring ali g & combs town for a cd containing partying lemur*

Mmmmm, fuzzy crush drug...

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Pity I couldn't wait 1 week to see Borat, cus this weekend a new, flashy cinema rode into town! :D Apparently it's been 17 years in the making. I've been waiting for a somewhat shorter time than that. Still too long. It has been christened Bergakungen (The Mountain King) and they invited everyone to check it out on Saturday. But first, they let a bunch of big game handle the opening ceremony outside. (I spent 1 little hour by the barricade.) There was the queen (the first royal family member of my celeb collection, not that I'm a royalist) and the actors Michael Nyqvist (sex symbol for mature Swedes, for he be not the most repulsive creature in the kingdom), Anastasios Soulis (young bloke whose movies I've never seen) and Janne "Loffe" Carlsson (whom I've seen in ~1 movie, but I was an extra in the sequel!). *click click click click*

Afterwards, one was swept into the building, and OMG. The actors were there, to be seen, mingling with the ~~vulgar public~~ fans! I lingered like any insane old stalker, and skipped up to Michael Nyqvist first. The following conversation is not accurate at all:

Yoze: "HI, nice to meet you!"
MN: "Hi."
*OMG handshake*
MN: "Micke."
Yoze: *cogturncreak* "Josefine. May I have a picture?"
MN: "Sure. *poses for wee mortal* Did it stick?"
Yoze: "Oh yes... It was a bit hard to take photos outside... Anyway, my mum really likes you! I dunno, she didn't have the energy to come here, Saturday morning and all... ehehe... But, she says hello."
MN: "Well, say hello to your mum from me then!"
Yoze: *squees away*

45 years later I asked Janne "Loffe" Carlsson for a pic as well, but we didn't shake hands. At least I've... like... WORKED WITH HIM! :) (I highly doubt I will be visible in the movie, blah) He asked how the pic turned out. Then I sneaked up to young master Soulis and shook hands with him and asked for a pic. "OK. Do you want to be in the pic, or...?" "Nah, I'd better just take my own..."

*click*

I was then free to roam the bowels of Bergakungen. Sweeeeeeeeeet. Boweeeeeeeeels. It smelled like a new car, thaz all. *throws in popcorn scent bomb* I think they even included... *GASP*... LEG SPACE!!! +O

There is a modern cinema in town already, but they don't seem to offer any fat discounts, nor all of the films I want to see. Then there is a really fancy old one, with them discounts, but it only shows a couple of films at a time. My Regular Cinema offers discounts, shows most of the interesting movies, AND CAUSES SERIOUS SKELETAL DAMAGE. Since the rows are 0.6 mm apart. It must have been built back when average human height was 110 cm. NOT COSY. I am never going back to it.

Bergakungen will have the movies, the discounts and the leg space. FINALLY A PROPER CINEMA FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Er, and for others, even.

Crude whippin/carrotting of our great big arses

2006-11-21T01:44:00.002+01:00

There are 1,8 hectares of biologically productive land per person. The average human uses 2,2 hectares. 20% of the people are sitting on 80% of the resources.

Fun eh!

Large eco-feet = wealth = independence = opportunity to TELL ONE'S 0.5 GRAMS OF WHINING DNA TO GO JUMP IN THE LAKE!

Generally... right?

I don't fecking know how to get down to 1,8 hectares, really. But it might work comfily. www.earthday.org/footprint offers some guidance with their quizzz. Here is how I can HOPE I will be able to respond to each question for the better part of my life, + my comments.
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How big is the city, town, or place where you live?
-100,001 - 1,000,000
(Above 500 000, I believe.)

What city has the most similar weather to yours?
-Gothenburg
(This does require some heating. But I think I'm on nuke power right now. Thank gawd, that may sustain us until we are down to the recommended 100 million (HAAHAAAAAAA, I originally happened to write "100 000", ehehe, sniffle...) people and can get along on renewable energy. (Maybe we already can, but I hear different things.) I also heard that Homo sapiens is unusally bad at coping with radiation, but that in general, nature looks great around... Tjernobyl. :O Hmm. Mmm. Heh... Hope it's true.)

Food footprint
How often do you eat animal based products? (beef, pork, chicken, fish, eggs, dairy products)
-Never (vegan)
(This is already true! :D And tasty. *feeds you* According to a survey, most Swedes are ready to cut down on the meat for the sake of the environment. Hey, once they break the habit a little bit, and discover a few 1000 adjusted recepies, there's no telling where they'll end up. :D )

How much of the food that you eat is processed, packaged and imported?
-Very little. Most of the food I eat is unprocessed, unpackaged and locally grown.
(I think this means less than 25%. Hardly true at present. NativeEnergy may sustain us until we are down to the... bla bla.)

Goods footprint
Compared to people in your neighborhood, how much waste do you generate?
-Much less
(Er... I'm not so sure about this one either. But I recycle, I don't CONSTANTLY buy new clothes/electronics, and when I move out no maniacs will stop some compost thingy from moving in.)

Shelter footprint
How many people live in your household?
-1 person
(I dunno what's better. But I'm the queen loner, after all. I'll try that if I can afford it.)

What is the size of your home?
-20 square metres or smaller
(This is not the size of our house...! But HELL YEAH, I can do that! When I move I hope there will be such a tiny, cosy, adorable, cheap place available for my great wasteful arse. IT BETTER!!! *moves to shanty town*)

Which housing type best describes your home?
-Green-design residence
(Like an eco-village? I'd LIKE that. :p Never seen one in my life. Did a wee bit of research last week. What if there was one reasonably close to an eco-bean farmer and a city bus line... and with small apartments... Anyway, that along with the other answers apparently would leave me with a footprint of... 1,3 HECTARES!)
-Multi-story apartment building
(This is where I will probably end up, but I might still have a footprint of precisely... THE MAGICAL 1,8 HECTARES!)

Do you have electricity in your home?
-Yes, with energy conservation and efficiency
(Hmm, can solar panels produce electricity or just heat? :B Sniff... I don't have solar panels. Today.)

Mobility footprint
On average, how far do you travel on public transportation each week (bus, train, subway or ferry) ?
-1-25 km
(No idea about this either... But supposing it's not physically impossible to build THAT ECO-VILLAGE close to town... One could take the bike in summer, too... And since I won't FIND any eco-villages, and the apartment building would work, the answer is reasonable. I need to take after my gran, who uses her bike like hell. Right now I live 5000000 km, OK, 10 bus minutes, from the city. And the air is lethal.)

On average, how far do you go by motorbike each week (as a driver or passenger)?
-0 km
(I've gone 20 m on a motorbike in me life, and Joaquin never picks me up on his. :O )

On average, how far do you go by car each week (as a driver or passenger)?
-0 km
(IRL I REALLY need to drive... as good as never. :D If I ever buy a car, fecking shoot me. Unless I join a big car pool, or get one because my FANCY JOB REQUIRES it. If I then use it in unnecessary = non-professional situations, SHOOT ME! Expensive buggers they are, too.)

Do you bicycle, walk, or use animal power to get around?
-Most of the time
(Some exercise wouldn't kill me... It depends on how far that perfect eco-village/cosy apartment would be from town, though.)

Approximately how many hours do you spend flying each year?
-Never fly
(I mean... because... NativeEnergy... can sustain us until... the planes can run on bio-fuel or the BOAT AND TRAIN ARE RE-INVENTED! WHY THE FECK IS THERE NO BOAT BETWEEN GOTHENBURG AND ANYWHERE NEAR LONDON?! I'm talking technical possibilities here. Actually, I'm thinking about trying to take the train/bus instead of plane to France next year, at least one way. :D What an adventure. Not to mention... er... New Zealand. DAMN CHEAP FLIGHTS! I can't wait for 1000 kmph vacuum tunnel hover trains to be developed. My classmate mentioned 'em.)
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OMFG IT COULD WORK! According to the test... and me... EVERYBODY could be comfy. Comfier if there were fewer people.

WTF! Just read The future of life by Edward O. Wilson. He says it all better than I do. I can lend ya this motivating book.

The quizmakers write:
"...some options that could make your Footprint smaller are not available to you as a result of choices on the part of local decision makers, such as reliable and efficient public transportation as an alternative to driving. Therefore, an important path to reducing your Footprint is to advocate for more sustainable decisions at all levels of government."
Indeed! :p *cheers on SNF*

~*~
Here be me holy pledge. Which is probably not enough, so... Beat me, to show me how. Beat me, you fat Westerners. And enlighten me. If I break my pledge, feed me to your 14 children.

~I will estimate my yearly greenhouse gas emissions and try to offset them.

~I will never fly domestic in Sweden (it's been a while, anyway...)

~I will support TNC's Rainforest Fund or the like at least until I can assume they've received enough to save an area as large as my ecological arse-print (a handful of hectares at the mo, probably)... asap. And UNICEF if possible.

~I will constantly be a member of an environmental organisation

~I will not buy my own fossil-fueled car for non-professional purposes

~I will buy organic and/or locally produced food & clothes (plus 2nd hand clothes) as often as reasonably possible (that means, unless they cost 100 000 000, taste/look exactly like poo or do not exist)

~I will not take my mobile phone, TV, VCR, camera or computer to the scrap heap until they die of natural causes... Sell them, mayhap. (It would not surprise me if everybody already does this :p but at least my folks are fond of throwing away functioning objects. :p ) I hope they get recycled efficiently from the scrap heap.

~I will not leave the TV or comp in stand-by mode (DVD and VCR switch themselves off... or do they?!)

~I will recycle

~I will not subscribe to the morning paper (My folks do and I am addicted now, but when I move I will quit and read it online, or read the free city papers before giving those back to... society. When I was da paper-girl, I beheld ~365 morning papers... every day)

~I will use low-energy lamp bulbs (at least in my room, for now...)

~I will cook loads and rarely rather than a little every day

~I will never eat meat, eggs or milk (unless, you know, I crash in the Andes or something...! :)

~I will always vote environmental

~I will produce no offspring

~I will bequeath (sp) all that I own to charity (HAHA, WON'T BE MUCH! THERE WON'T BE MUCH LEFT TO SAVE EITHER! XC )

Continuation of our McDeath saga

2006-11-17T01:01:00.000+01:00

Weeell weeell weeell. The fill-in form, which did not freeze uni's Explorer, REQUIRED an American home addy.

Ya know, YOU AFFECT NOT ONLY THE US!!!

Anyway, American McD does not accept ideas from outsiders. Hmm, do I really qualify as one...? :p How convenient for them. And if I presented my pwetty idea as an insider, they could just MAKE me an outsider in the flick of a boot. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I shall e-mail Swedish McD instead. They can have only 9 000 000 naggers on their arses, and IIRC, they tell idea-squirts that they'll think it over. Mhm. Must only translate my damn nice e-mail first.

McDeath don't want to be contacted concerning the environment

2006-11-09T03:33:00.002+01:00

It could simply be my comp... But I just attempted to send American McD a damn nice email containing a MASSIVE ENVIRONMENTAL TIP. *COUGH* Only saying how the production of 1 unit of processed animal protein demands 6-20 times more fossil fuel that the production same amount of processed plant protein, so maybe they should go easy on the... ( http://www.hsus.org/web-files/PDF/farm/gve.pdf , page 9, botttttttom)

A link that looks like it conceals the right McD email addy leads to an "OOOOOOOOPS THIS PAGE DOES NOT EXIST WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT!!!", and their fill-in form freezes Explorer.

OMFG, that is beautifully prejudice-confirming.

If the shite works for you, I'll ask you to send my message for me plzthanx. I shall try at school... one day...

Stalkers with proposals! :S

2006-10-05T17:44:00.000+02:00

On my paper round, there lived a nice old man to whom we, the paper people, gave spare papers and from whom we received gifts such as drawings and tip $$. :D But a while after I had quit, and written to thank him for the pressies, the dude turned slimy and plagued me with phone terrorism for ~~the rest of my days~~ about 2 days! :O

Yoze: "Hello? Hellooooooo???"
[boring small talk, or as we say when yoze is involved, small "talk"]
Guy (75): "............................What if I'm falling in love with you?"
Yoze: "Um... Well?"
Guy: ".............................What if I almost love you?"
Yoze: "Errrrrrrrrr... Pity for you?"
Guy: ".............................I've never met a woman like you."
Yoze: "Aye...?"
Guy: "..............................What if I love you for real?"
Yoze: "I... think I'd better hang up now..."

:P

3 minutes later:
Dad: *picks up* *hangs up* *turns to yoze* "Is he out of his fecking MIND? SNORT!!!"
Yoze: "STALKER! DON'T PICK UP NEXT TIME HE CALLS!"

Phone: *ring* x 304953905630968034968 x 0348539058

Until one day:
Mum: "Oh, I should take this and tell him to leave you alone. Hello? Aren't you married?"
Guy: "It's not what you think! I love your daughter and want to marry her!"
Mum: "Huh huh, but you know, you're too old for her, and anyway she's already got a boyfriend!"

Guy: *calls no more, possibly due to suicide*

Mum: "I told him he was too old for you, Yoze!"
Yoze: "Just don't tell Alan the same if he calls...! Oh, and what of this BOYFRIEND shite?! The only reason to leave a woman in peace is that one might otherwise get beaten to a green spot by her aggressively jealous BOYFRIEND?!"

Hope not judges of rape cases & the like think that way... "But you were single at the time! Why couldn't he have a roll in the hay with you? It ain't like you had any vows to break! WHAT?! You don't want to do it with any one, any time? *scratch scratch* Little madam, I know you're just enjoying the attention and -"
[COURT MAYHEM WITH MUCH BLOODSHED]

Mum: "Gawd! I know, I was just trying to get rid of him quickly. But you know... I bet he's RICH!"
Yoze: "Gold-diggah! AN EXCELLENT MATCH, FOR HE'S RICH AND SHE'S FUNNY-LOOKING!"

Gran, weeks later: "He phone-stalked you? Oh, you had probably encouraged him by flirting, eh?! Hihihihihihi!"
Yoze: "I just cannot seem to reach a moderate, appropriate level of CIVILITY..."

Incredibly Great Summer 2006 Accomplishments

2006-09-02T22:17:00.000+02:00

I did one o' these chronicles for the summer of 2004 too... So I'm gonna steal the idea from myself once more. WTF did I get "done"? (Oh, and does "chronicle" imply "chronological order"? HAHAHAHA! XD )

~Bought a new Canon cam, 6 Mpixels instead of 2!
~Shot horses at jumping competitions... AYE, CAM!
~Bought light little trainers
~Shot insects
~Edited 47524520485206820968204682056 photos
~Shot horses at mounted games competitions
~Made poor online insect album
~Online:d some of my old diaries
~Read An awfully big adventure by Beryl Bainbridge
~Read Horse heaven by Jane Smiley
~Read Moby Dick by Herman Melville
~Read Go ask Alice by anonymous author (Best book on this list)
~Read The tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë
~Read Ryttare: Tommy Nilsson by Martin Lund
~Read Lady Chatterley's lover by D.H. Lawrence
~Read Naiv. Super. by Erlend Loe
~Read Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
~Read About a boy by Nick Hornby
~Read To build a fire by Jack London
~Read Holy smoke by Anna & Jane Campion (Worst book on this list)
~Read The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
~Found effective, aluminium-free, vegan, non-animal tested deodorant *COUGH* Aroma Creme from Lush *COUGH*
~Visited Bohuslän
~Visited Tallinn, Estonia
~Visited Norway
~Celebrated Nick Lea's b-day...
~...by starting on Diary 30, the pwettiest ever, designed by Lo! (:B
~Saw The da Vinci code
~Saw Tristan & Isolde
~Sang with Robbie, and some other people
~Saw Ronan Keating live at the opening ceremony of the Euro-champs stuff :p
~Was an extra in the movie Mustafa/Massimo for one day = several scenes :D which earned me 100 SEK and possibly a place in art history (:B
~Raced around with thousands of morning papers
~Ate more fibre
~Visited Glasgow, Edinburgh & Stirling, Scotland. :B Monkeys just got updated... :p

I stayed at the Euro Hostel in Glasgow which was neat, once I had figured out that the showers actually COULD produce water above the temperature of a genuine autumn Highland loch! :9

On the first day I went for a getting-lost walk and got lost in the ghetto. I only saw 2 streets in that city worth visiting (for over-shopping, of course)... and the lovely Necropolis... and maybe the cathedral. All this could be done in one day, so I no longer see the point of Glasgow. Except it's where the planes land, and one might want to revisit Necropolis (massive romantic graveyard on hill!) in a more ~~romantic~~ ghostly light than friendly morning sun. :q

Perhaps the point of Glasgow would be clearer to me if I had ever bothered to sniff out the famous West End, which was off my map :O but I didn't.

I had already decided to take some bus to Edinburgh and worship Greyfriars Bobby and stalk Alan, who probably left town very soon after the Snowcake premiere. Even though My name is Rachel Corrie now ran, which was why I could hope... But I didn't see him anywhere... near the theatre... :B or anywhere else! But I did find Bobby's statue, *sniff* his grave, *BAWL* a miniature statue to take home, *finger* and Bobby's Bar, *slurp* where I imbibed a goblet of Spriteandlemonwithice. Since ~1998 I have dreamed of brooding in a wee brown Scottish pub. Of living in a whisky ad. :B

I happened to know Simple Minds would play in Edinburgh that day, but for various reasons I didn't go... Maybe I should have... I had even brought ear plugs "just in case I stumble over a Texas concert or summat"! I saw the stage in a park... from the bus back to Glasgow. D'oh! I missed a free concert they gave in Gothenburg only weeks ago. Mrrrr. Not that I've heard much of their music... But I will, hehe.

The buses from Edinburgh to Glasgow departed every 10 minutes, it seemed, which is bizarrely more often than the buses go from my home to the damn mall. Or anything. :p

On post-Edinburgh day and my last day of Scotland (I spent the last night at the airport, hehe) I had indeed planned to sniff out the West End or at least relax in the Botanic Gardens or summat, but I felt the smooth bus net calling once more. I checked the map for a hilly, close-by, neat place to go, and Stirling seemed to fit. I went there, crossed half the town (or, more probably, loads LESS), map-free, and suddenly the town ended and I had a free view of... the gate to the Highlands, as I later read in the guide book. I shot the Highlands with as many adorable sun-spots as possible, and went a little closer to the Wallace monument.

GUESS WHAT, under normal circumstances I would be soooo anxious to watch Braveheart right now... Well, I am... but I know how DISTURBED I would be every time ye-know-who came on screen... now. *POW* Anyone able to fit my DVD player with a de-Mel-iser? Wonder if he's going to apologise and mean it? +O~~~

*runs finger down back of yummy trainspotting dvd case... and harry pottah will also come in handy*

List stolen from C:

2006-08-26T04:04:00.000+02:00

9 things you're looking forward to:
~Tomorrow's Scotland trip... I hope... :p
~My August salary :B
~My... b-day?
~Perfume the movie
~Gothenburg Horse Show
~London gala premiere of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenixxx
~Seeing Harry Potter and the Order of da Phoenix
~Carrying Harry Potter 7 home :O
~Random summer 2007 trip...

8 things you wear daily:
~Sox
~Jeans
~Knickerz
~Fake leather belt
~Top
~34-year-old bracelet
~Watch
~Dear ole baseball cap

7 things that annoy you:
~Intolerance (including [ERROR] [OVERLOAD]) It's not to be tolerated...
~Strong-ass smelling soap
~Unexpected costs
~Deadwood the show... Dead wood, however, is LOVE!
~That we get our uni schedules so damn late
~That I keep missing Alan's public appearances (:p ...SAVE ONE. XD
~Aunt Flo (DIE DIE DIE YOU BITCH RRRRRATATATATATATATATATA!)

6 things you touch every day:
~Diary
~Book
~Food
~Soap
~Computer
~Stereo remote

5 things you say often:
~OMG.
~Foock.
~No shit.
~Like...
~Fatarse!

4 people you wanna spend more time with:
~Nick
~Alan
~Joaquin
~Brad

3 things you do every day:
~Worry
~Read
~Think about Snape

2 bands you've seen live:
~Robbie Williams... I mean his band :q
~U2... just not in concert :D

1 person you'll spend the rest of your life with:
~Snapey, hopefully...

Paper-girlin

2006-08-26T03:55:00.000+02:00

Now, my children, I shall tell you all about one's life as a morning paper-girl driving someone else's car in a famously big district.

They called me up on July 3, just as I had started to find inner peace about not having a summer job in 2006 either even though I tried this year, lazy-looking bahstahd, and offered me a large district close to my home, though I had never seen any of the streets in my life. July 24 - August 26. It would, sadly, require a car, to which I had claimed to have access. Aye. I asked my dad again before accepting, he said I might use it, and the thing was settled. :D

A couple of days later dad realised that it was a car district, not just a place so far away that I would need the car to get there. :p Haha, too late for him to take back his promise. Forgive us, car.

I went to an info meeting, rode with the regular paper-girl for two days and drove around the streets myself as many times. She shares the district with another person, I don't! :p

Regular paper-girl: "...so I'm just waiting to find a hole in my exhaust pipe from all these curbs. You drive that big Volvo, no? Not as easy to turn as this little car, I suppose... and Volvos have such low chassis too."
Yoze: "Ehehehe... oh yeah? It's not my car, either."
Regular paper-girl: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

:S

On my first day the papers were dumped late, and I was missing 3 bunches. Ouch. Had to pick them up later. I was at it from 3.30 to... somewhere near 8 that day. All the papers are supposed to be delivered at 6. This rarely happens even on the best of days, since I'm COUGH alone COUGH. :p

On the 3rd day or so on my own, I was at least starting to learn behind which bush every friggin letterbox was hidden, so I didn't have to get out/reverse as much as on the first day. However, there is still a LOT of UNNECESSARY getting out of the car to do. Evil subscribers place their letterboxes 4000 km from the street (when in most cases they could put them within reach of the car window). This is not easy on my:

~Planet (killing the engine is rarely worthwhile)
~Transmission
~Car door
~Customers' neighbours' sleep (for reason, see above point - but I suppose the Evil Subscribers really desire to be awakened by flapping car doors)
~Left elbow (which gets torn outta joint every time I close the door, now, so I've started closing this left door with my right hand, yup)
~Customers down-district (whose paper gets delayed, which probably gets blamed on GUESS WHOM!)

The evilness of Evil Subscribers (OK, some of whom are probably just thoughtless, but then, how come so many of them got through med school, judging from their med mag subscriptions? Hey, maybe they want to treat our elbows) is brilliantly illustrated by a story that Regular Paper-Girl told me on my first training day. The people on [CENSORED] [CENSORED] Street have placed a row of skull-sized white rocks sufficiently far outside their letterbox to prevent our cars getting near it. Those rocks must be REALLY GREAT IN THE SNOW! *SCREEEEEEEEEECH* *BOINK* The subscriber had the rock problem/s pointed out to him by our employer. Would he move a few rocks so the paper people wouldn't have to get out of the car? His reply was:

"Some lazy paper-girls you've got!"

8O~

OK, they've glued my exploded head back together now. One day I will calculate how many % of the letterboxes can't (easily) be reached from the car...

Anyway, I'm so never going to accept another car district... :p At least not more than once a week or summat. But next summer I'm sooooooo gonna ask if they need someone for a walking-district. That would be sweeeeeeeeeeeet! *sniffs sweet summer night air & roedeer*

A few more scary bits of the job are:

~The number of wheels I have damaged severely. (2)
~The potential amount of CATS I MIGHT SERIOUSLY... MASH! :O They've seemed afraid enough of the car so far. *rhyme* PHEW... KNOCK ON WOOD, TWO MORE DAYS... I can't drive slowly either! This morning, for example, I was in Cat Mash Mode and it took me pretty much exactly 3 hours, now that all the subscribers are back from their holidays, which meant I couldn't hand out all the papers before the magical 6am. Death.

To make things better, or not, my salary arrived today! :B It was much better than I thought, too... Mmm, hey, rainforests & London...

~*~

Tomorrow, I depart. Not for London. But for GLASGOW! Alone in a completetly strange place. I TOLD YA! The sun trips turned out to be more expensive than I thought, but I had to go somewhere... besides Norway... especially now that I had told everyone I was going away alone, little cheeky bahstahd.

I'm young & I need the money!

2006-08-15T06:10:00.000+02:00

I have finally found a job for the rest of the summer. Late at night I get up and drive to my district, where I slowly stalk the edges of the rich people's murky streets, searching far and wide for my customers. There are over 300 of them at the moment. Every night! (Except the holy Sundays.) I do my best to satisfy them, even if it means distorting my own body in the process. And sometimes the slot can be a wee bit tight! But the only thing to do is keep jamming the thick buggers in, and move on. Afterwards I'm covered in sweat and whatever other fluids have landed on my skin. I clean up after myself, drive home, and wash off as much filth as I can.

~*~

I DELIVER THE MORNING PAPER! :O

Robbie! & much irrelevant talk about us getting cooked.

2006-07-23T06:32:00.000+02:00

At first, the Robbie Williams concert was 7 months away. Directly after that, it was 1 month away for about 1 month. :)

On July 1 I got up at half past 4 am, hopped on the first morning bus, walked a little way since the trams were still asleep, and found a group of happy campers behind the great arena, Ullevi. It seemed I was the 2nd or so non-camper there. :)

I slowly moved into the internal holes of the camper bunch, guarding a spot for my mum who couldn't be arsed to get there until about 10.30! :O Some Robbie fan! We fried and sizzled on the asphalt, eating, drinking, reading, aching and sweating, until about 4 pm, when the gates opened and everybody tried to get into Ullevi at the same time. I hope no brave little campers got swept back in line in the confusion/s... It would have been smarter and fairer and less squeezy if the organisers had set up a proper queue, instead of just a series of squares for everyone to scramble through at the same time. *COUGH* (Because I wanna camp next time! :B )

We were kept in a couple of limbo pens for over an hour, I bet, one of them had shade! OMG! Whenever a gate was opened, the guards informed us that any squeezing would result in a slower progress. :p After someone had handled my ticket for maaaaaaaany seconds, we ~~rushed~~ power-walked into Ullevi. Running is so much easier... But there were rows upon rows of guards inside the arena, ready to make runners start over! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I wasn't drunk, unlike some! Running wouldn't have resulted in MY tripping and being trampled! :p At least I overtook quite a few people, inspired by a racing novel I'd just finished. :)

[witch hunt of poor ickle public smokers 2006]Various bunches of biatch-kids chain-smoked on us during the later part of the day. One of the bunches asked around for a cig lighter. I wish I'd brought one (for ballad-waving). I would have played leisurely with it in front of the junkies' eyes. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! As it were... one of the GUARDS finally became their lighter-dealer. The guards had said earlier that they were there to make sure we were comfortable. Obviously not. (Uncomfortable smokers do not count since it's their own damn fault if they die of cravings. Smoke allergics do count since it's not their own damn fault if they DIE OF SMOKE AND MISS THE CONCERT!)

I'm not fully allergic to cig smoke... yet... I only get clogged up... *clogs them smokerz' noses with smouldering ashes* :D I don't know HOW crowd-smokers know that the crowds they currently inhabit are free of allergic people. Or even people who aren't trying to get cancer asap. IT'S AMAZING! :O DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!

I blew back their smoke into their hair, pinched my nose shut (great, more cancer smoke for my mouth, but that won't be a problem since I never speak anyway, eh) and coughed a bit on the smokers.

(No, I dunno how to tell strangers, nicely or coolly, to stop force-feeding me tar. They might have teleported me back to 8th grade using the "Ummmm...?!" Glances and rendered me even sadder than before. Besides, why the feck should I have to point such things out to them? Did they receive pro-smoking propaganda in Kindergarten?)

DIE!!![/witch hunt of poor ickle public smokers 2006]

It was lucky I knew Robbieman would "soon" lift my spirits back up into heavenly spheres. But first, there was much sitting around in the arena and waiting for people fetching water to spill cool water on us. :) Then someone or other must have gotten on their feet, because everyone did. Good for the evil advertisers, bad for our backs.

Then there was DJ Coco, Robbie's DJ apparently. Mhm. Then Basement Jaxx came in to warm us up. Or cool us down. Or distract me from my poor ickle public smoker neighbours. :D At least they had more outfit changes (x) than the warm-up band for Robbie's 2003 concert (0). But what is the point of warm-up bands? Jaxx were well-known... I thought... And unknown bands will mostly be associated with fatigue and impatience forever... Our backs would last so much longer into the real concerts if it weren't for them. :C And the ADS! :p

I had found a spot in 2nd row, stuck out my arm, and grasped the barricade to stay in place. I would have been in the FIRST row if one of the smokers hadn't been guarding spots for her 48 friends... I DO hope those friends had waited at least as long as I. They arrived kind of late...?! Should have smoked less to improve blood flow to their walking instruments. Hmm, if I hadn't guarded a spot for my mum (of course, our outside crowd wasn't very dense) I could have whined more about this. *mutter*

At last Robbie shot out of the stage when I wasn't looking his way, the sly thing! :O There HE was. Again. Real. OMG. Wearing a green tie thing tonight. Well, and some more.

I started out a bit cold, like the rest, I thought. :p But straight in front of us was a very stern-looking guard who I paranoidly imagined would be pissed if anyone showed signs of happiness or summat. After a little while, however, I had thought things over. I wasn't going to be the one responsible for any repetition of an ole Swedish concert after which Robbie complained loads about how cold the Swedes had been. (Well... they are known for it...) I WAS HERE TO HAVE MY SOCKS ROCKED BY ROBBIE AND ROCK HIM BACK!!! :D Soon I was singing along (OK, I might not have done THAT if I'd been alone, hehe... Um, in that case I woulda been busy...) to every line I knew, and mass-conversing with Robbie in between. And taking pics (mostly blurry ones, I dared not fiddle too much with the cam... Sigh...), and trying to catch HIS eye. My mum cannot stop talking about how he caught hers in 2003. :B (She found herself unable to return his mortally charismatic gaze. :p ) I envied her, and kicked myself for not STARING HARDER at him then. Not sure how I did now, hehe. (:B

Once or twice Robbie jumped down to touch/get touched by us worshippers, but he never came near me. I'll just keep waiting, luv...

He himself kept, uh, mentioning the name of his hotel, with great energy. :) He invited all 56 000 of us. Aye. Especially a very veteran fan of 24, who had seen Take That back in those days. :O "The... ELITE... HOTEL... You've deserved it! You followed me all these years, I think you deserve a little..." Hawt lip movements ensue. XD

The other 55 900+ concert goers claim the heavenly event lasted about 2 hours, but I know better. 'Twas 5 minutes long indeed. COME BACK HERE, ROBBIE!!! :9 Suddenly... it was over. XC Everyone dashed for the exit. They appeared to have bet on themselves to be the first one...s to reach the street.

Mum: "OHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAWD! MY BAAAAAAAAACK!"
Yoze: "Uh, mum... Can't we lean against the barricade here in the peaceful temple of rock & roll for a few hours and crack our backs back into place while the others race out?"
Mum: "No, we desperately have to be the first people to reach the street! CROWDSURF OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Then I was distracted and disoriented and noticed too damn late that she was confusedly taking the longest possible road to the bus, a late stop that rendered us and our cracked backs seat-less. Oh well, exercise. +P

The next night... The next concert... I floated around outside Ullevi. OMG, I didn't know the sound was THAT good out there, hehe. (I should have gone and at least LISTENED to U2...) 2 laps around the arena, watching the strong-boyfriend-equipped fans climbing a high fence to get glimpses of Robbie (which they did), dipping my feet in a lil river outside during Come undone, then a happy ending among other listeners on the grass. *romantic sigh*

Blurry happy pics linked to Monkeys.

Q's

2006-06-24T07:10:00.000+02:00

Got this from ms C.S.!

1. What is your occupation?
Ranger student, the general opinion of the class is that we specialise in coffee breaks
2. Like banana sandwiches?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?? Never had one :b
3. What are you listening to right now?
Some Party Hit...
4. What was the last thing you ate:
Potatoes au gratin + veg burger + diet coke *BUUUUUUUUUUURP*
5. Do you wish on stars?
No :O
6. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Blaaaaaack
7. How is the weather right now?
Crap since it's the great Booze Eve in Sweden :q
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Mum
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Yes, stalk-sistah! :)
10. How old are you today?
22 XC
11. Favourite sport to watch?
Horse jumpin
12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Sevvveral times, red & black tho not simultaneously
13. Do you wear contacts or glasses?
Just shades... with flames on em :)
14. Pets?
Ellen-dog
15. Favourite month?
June? :D
16. Favourite food?
VEG PIZZA
17. What was the last movie you watched?
Tristan + Isolde, always take in a movie on my fave actor's b-day = June 22 = Nicholas Lea :x
18. Favourite day of the year?
Whatever is the first day of summer holiday *dies in grass*
19. What do you do to prevent anger?
Uh... my teacher said there was a way... until he says more on the subject, I stay away from online veg*ism forums <:B
20. What was your favourite toy as a child?
E.T. doll! :)
21. Autumn or spring?
S.....pring...... :q
22. Hugs or kisses?
Oh dear, haven't had either in 3945739573 years, Alan, get yo arse over here so I can evaluate em
23. Cherry or Blueberry?
Fresh cherries, blueberry ice-cream
24. When was the last time you cried?
Dunno :/
25. What is on the floor of your closet?
A huge toy otter I'm planning to sell, it's called Tarka :)
26. Who is the friend you have had the longest?
Well, I was with my long lost friend J from 1988-1996 or so :p
27. What did you do last night?
Watched "The black stallion" *faint*
28. What are you afraid of?
JELLYFISH and spiders!
29. Favourite cat / dog breed?
Maine coon? Cairnterrier? :9
30. Number of keys on your key ring?
House... Little one for lost lock... Bike...
31. How many years at your current job?
Student 2003-present, McDeath 2002-2004
32. Favourite day of the week?
Friday........maybe...
33. How many cities have you lived in?
1 :(

Chickenshit in the arena

2006-06-21T06:48:00.000+02:00

My folks have eloped to the happy Paris for a few days. Paid for by somebody's workplace. Of course I never planned to go along, IN CASE I GOT A JOB... ha... ha... ha... and now it would have cost 3000 SEK to drag me there. I'm saving myself for a last-minute trip somewhere. I have no idea where to go, which is fine, since I can make a last-minute decision any day... Hence my feeling that I'll never get around to go anywhere. :p And I've never travelled alone to a place I've never been, rilly. If chickenshit goes alone, she'll get lost, get on the wrong plane, wrong bus, wrong hotel, get left behind, robbed, raped, infected, parasitically oppressed, mutilated, enslaved, murdered and dumped. Aye. But then, some of those things could happen anywhere.

Where the feck should I go, though? FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Uh... Greece, Croatia, maybe Spain are fluttering around in me head. If it goes well, it could be so cool. (:B

~*~

To get out, about, heavily exercised, maddeningly stimulated, filthy rich, deliciously crisp-burned, insanely famous & orangely tanned, I have started shooting small-time showjumping. I mostly did international, indoor, distant stuff before, and have hardly ever been to one of these little outdoor local competitions. I surely haven't been in one! :p It's... it's... just like in them horse novels of my youth. Potentially. *anxiety attack* COMMON EVENTS IN THEM HORSE NOVELS OF MY YOUTH: X gets too tall/old to keep riding/competing her beloved pony. X's overly ambitious parents sell her beloved pony, possibly to the meat market. Or: X finishes second out of only 3975 competitors. Overly ambitious parents spank her good.

Some sure get spanked a lot at those competitions. Is it just me, or do loads of riders whip their horses when the latter refuse fences for getting spooked or coming at it in a suboptimal way? (Of course, I suck at seeing the difference between that and the horsie trying to make the rider their bitch, or something.) Yeah, maybe that'll get the horse thinking "I SUDDENLY HAVE A GREAT FEELING ABOUT THIS PREVIOUSLY SCARY SHIT AND I CANNOT WAIT TO APPROACH IT AGAIN!" But what do I know...! :C *mutter*

What about dressage? Whipz are outlawed there, aren't they? How do THEY survive without? Hey, jumping and racing might get more interesting without. Cleansed, ya know. :B Well, the pony racers aren't allowed whips! (Another bizarre difference between pony and TB racing is that everyone in contact with the racing ponies must wear helmets. I mean... as in nobody ever got their brains mashed by a TB? Um...)

Hehe, I could take up shooting dressage and pony racing only... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! And mounted games of course...

Approximate scale of fun, photo-wise:
Jumping > Mounted games > Arabian racing > Pony racing > Thoroughbred racing > Dressage

But... but... staring at small-time dressage...? :/ *evil* Well, we'll see... Maybe I'd lose a load of Real Guy Photographers that way! Maybe they only like da jumping action! :B *prejudiced* *sadly action-lovin*

At the latest competition I had to share my planet with an Evil Other Photographer who was also a Real Photographer! He had huge equipment, access to the paddock, a humble servant, a tent containing a laptop + printer, and a deal with the judge, who screamed every now and then "BUY HIS PHOTOS IN THAT TENT OVER THERE!"

Wonder if they'll want more photos... when mine are all edited, 4000 years from now. Must build wee reputation.

The cool thing was, the Evil Other Photographer charged 80 SEK for a 13 x 18 cm photo, 100 SEK for an A5 and 150 SEK for an A4! :B That miiiiiiiiiight only work when the buyer has some sentimental connection to the pic... and his pics were so pwetty... but still! :)

~*~

My auction-won Goblet of Fire DVD arrived yesterday. It was new, fresh, crisp, supposedly Swedish, and actually Danish. The auction text said: "100% Swedish edition!" The photo showed a Danish edition. I assumed the seller had got his hands on editions from all over and only bothered to photograph one.

HELLO! MY EDITION OF GOBLET IS DANISH! HI, A DANISH-DUBBED ALAN RICKMAN IS SITTING ON MY SHELF! YAY! No. :S I was almost gonna ask for my money back... The guy was bloody lucky I didn't need subtitles, at least... but I watched a few deleted scenes (Ahhh, wizard rock! AHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRISTMASSY SNAPE!) and my mood improved. Dammit. This was around 4am. :) Then I watched the movie, until a double dose of the first scene with the Voice knocked me out hot. :9

OMFG, it's June

2006-06-07T22:36:00.000+02:00

It surprises me every time...

I just wrote the last exam before summer, it was all inzects (must stop evil murderous Adsense on this topic by spelling mistake), some of which we'd been running around looking at during the last coupla weeks. We spent a week on da eastside, whose inzect fauna is more... famous. The teacher almost died over the fancy inzects we (...) found there. I had got my shit together and brought an ole family macro lens. And my dad's 4 Mpixel camera. :D Some of the fab photos were used in the teacher's presentation one evening and many of our blown-up inzects had the class gasping and fainting and clutching their feeble hearts. :9 I had never used the macro lens before but now I shall reveal all! In a blurry way! :p

Other thrilling events on da eastside:

I learned 1 great new expression. "In copula." *overuses severely*

I was smooched by 2 ticks, but got them out with my bare fingers before they grew to melon-size. Why, that makes my total life tick score 4. Maybe eastside ticks LIKE me, unlike other... ticks... Or all the world's arthropods just collect there since it's so warm and sunny and all...

Think I got 28/30 points today... Only 27/30 points for the bird/mammal exam! :P

No real summer job in sight. Well, I did spend a great part of the job hunting season suspecting I was dying. :C How annoying that I wasn't. But I can lead a Penniless Existence... except for Monday, when I bought a new cam... (My old 2 Mpixels will not do, and dad got tired of my meddling with his cam. This one has 6 Mpixels, an unecessarily huge display, half the amount of batteries, and tiny little microscopic wee buttons that need to be pressed with a needle.) ...ahem, and today, when US dollars were so weak that it seemed stupid not to send The Nature Conservancy a lil something... :B

I have become a faithful user of the auction site Tradera though. At the mo I'm auctioning out 102 horsie pics on a CD. (Cheap to make, but easy for idiots to copy and spread all over, which is against them rulez I have set.) Someone has offered 9 SEK for it so far. :) Er, woohoo.

Also, I have put up an online note offering my cool dog-walking skillz in my area this summer. That is such a 13-year-old-job... but it would be sweet!

I'm off to start reading An awfully big adventure! And soothe my throat with strawberries! Maybe look for some library books in English, and decent trainers... Mum hates my black boots so much that she says she'll pay for trainers. Hehe, one good thing about her superficiality. Later I will go and see The da Vinci code in the Nice Cinema, where I have booked their last seat with extra room for me legs!

Craig, Elijah, Richard & Ray in town!

2006-04-05T05:12:00.000+02:00

Right... The ole con report... I would have written it sooner, NORMALLY... March 2006 wasn't normal though! :B

But Elijah Wood, Craig Parker, Richard Kiel and Ray Park came to town on March 4-5! Pix linked to Monkeys, click Celebrity collection (after you have clicked any of the two colourful buttons in the top right corner, that is...), photos 61-71.

On March 4 I got up too early, cleansed my armpits, teeth and tongue, and went to stand in line for 1 h before the con opened up. Only lost my toes. Wish they would throw this party in the SUMMER! Same thing goes for the film festival! COUGH!!! *pneumonia, really*

Anyway, the line in front of me was 40-50 m, and it grew quickly behind me so the toes were a fair deal.

The raging mass of flesh welled into the con centre and grabbed tix to meet Elijah. Whose plane had just landed, we heard. I would have to be a nerve wreck for a few more hours, and decided to warm up with... to... Craig Parker in the meantime and get THAT over and done with.

I had certainly... noticed Craig in the Ring movies. The week before the con I remembered to actually do some RESEARCH to see if he had any major skeletons in his closet, but I found none at the IMDB boards. :) His reputation was blinding.

(Negative bahstahd Yoze: "GREAT, so if he doesn't DEVOUR me I'll know it to be MY fault.")

Shivering (from the cold outside... aye...) I entered the Craig queue area, injected a hefty syringe of Nerdiness and asked the nerd in front of me if he could shoot Craig and me... with my camera. The nerd said he would be happy to oblige and proceeded to speak of every other con in Sweden, ever, which I think he had attended. :)

I chose a photo to be signed - they had one where he looked SOOOOOOOOOO pwetty but I thought it would seem nerd-cooler to pick one of Haldir shooting orcs, so I did...

Fellow Nerd and his buddy were done talking to Craig, and I was still hiding behind them, when Craig spotted the Canadian iron-on patch on my coat and screamed: "You're from Canada?"
Yoze: "Er... no, sadly... hehe..."

He beckoned me to squeeze past the other nerds and not be shy, and asked how I was. Handshake! Mmmm, I like it when THEY remember to extend their hands... *COUGH* Craig asked for my name. "Josefine, with an F." Then he grabbed his silver pen and test-wrote it on a spare bit of paper nearby. Awww. :B And got it right, too, after automatically starting to spell it with a "PH". That is how exotic I get. :p

He went on to sign the Haldir photo most beautifully:

Dear Josefine, [YEAH RIGHT!!!]
lovely to meet you, [YEAH RIGHT!!!]
Craig Parker [Well, you know, I still don't see the resemblance between him and Haldir, but I'll believe it then :D ]

He picked up the photo and blew lightly all over the silver ink to dry it. :) I grin-asked if I could have my picture taken with him, which was easily done as he sat ON the table all day, instead of behind it like normal con celebs. I handed my camera to Fellow Nerd, helped him kick the display into life and slithered around Craig's neck. Craig leaned his head against mine... first... :) The photo, as usual, miraculously turned out nice... by which I mean clear... not featuring-an-eye-soothing-woman... And I BLOODY REMEMBERED to tell him...

"YOU'RE MY FAVOURITE ELF GUY!"

...for which he thanked me, and I took a few snapshots as he greeted the next nerd. I split by fuzz-cloud. :D Of course, that was kind of expected after my fruitless closet-skeleton-research.

Elijah still seemed to be on his way from the airport so I got a ticket for Richard Kiel and got his siggy... and a pic with him... by a nerd... and took my own pics... Squee! I saw him grab-crush a few people's skulls with his hands but maybe that was just the guys or summat. :/ Anyway, I can't say I'm a James Bond fan, but Jaws is da BEST James Bond character! :B He and... his little miss blond-braids.

*ponders* Who else is there to enjoy in James Bond?

James - slime
James's women - are forced to sleep with James outta gratitude
James's enemies - I haven't really sat through a lot of James Bond movies, but there should be a bunch baddies for me in there. Jaws is excellent though. :)

A while later, there was much squealing and flesh-pressing around a certain corner of the con. The arrangers got sweaty trying to make the crowd "BACK OFF, MAKE ROOM FOR THE TICKET-HOLDERS, OH PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE, BACK AWAY FROM THE ROPES GODDAMMIT, SNIFFLE!!!"

When it was my turn (after Elijah had signed about 10% of the siggies he were to sign that day) I, ehehehehe, ALSO REMEMBERED to pick out one siggy-photo for me and one for my net buddy, who tragically could not be with us on this day. (That sounds like I was going to put the siggy in her coffin. *cries*) Then I approached Elijah

*GASP*

and one of his people told me to have everything ready, that there was to be no posing (flashback to london... tragedy... oh well) and that I might take my own photos afterwards.

*GULP*

A nerd... scuttered off... and before me sat ELIJAH! +O Smiling, I'm pretty sure. I took a couple of steps forward. Actually. One or two of us remembered to shake hands! :D

Elijah: "Hi, how are you?"
Yoze, brain happily on holiday: "How are YOOOOOOU?! :D"

He signed my buddy's photo while I told him: "She's my friend who couldn't be here, she would LOVE to meet you though..."
Elijah: "Aww..."

Or something like it... Then he signed my photo. My holidaying brain had not noticed that the name-note-writer had spelled my name without an E at the end, so I quickly pointed that out to Elijah, who kindly fixed me an E between the N and the punctuation sign. :) That was a narrow escape, eh? Think how RUINED my LIFE would have been if I had only MET ELIJAH without having him SPELL MY NAME WITH A SILENT E! Er... Then I said "Thanks for coming" before I fled. Forgot to tell him... "YOU'RE ALWAYS INTERESTING!" ...which would make one look a LITTLE less like a "Hello-what-do-you-mean-you-have-been-in-other-movies-than-LOTR" kind of fan. :p

I fled 2 whole m and kneeled next to a few other cam-slingers. And MISSED the moment when Elijah looked at the creature beside me because it yelled at him to look our way. But I did get an un-blurry pic of Elijah looking up, looking funny... :9 Eyes visible... Wow... In the meantime he chatted with some more normal fans, whom he told this was his first time in Sweden. Then I got up, mutter-gasped "Thanks, Elijah!" and fled even farther, to the other side of the screen behind him, where a pile of swooning fans, waving siggies, had accumulated.

I could have gone home now, but what if miracles started to occur at cons once the crowds thinned out? I sat down in a quiet corner and avoided the schoolbook for a while by texting the Elijah fan.

Behind a nearby screen was Ray Park from Star wars, I knew. I peeked around the screen and took a few dark, far-away pics, although I was already pondering the option of actually... gasp... WALKING UP TO HIM! Moments later I spotted Elijah leaving his corner for a break, posing with a couple of fans in the process. :)

Before he returned, the queue for Elijah opened up - no more tix, which I hoped meant that posing or something would now be allowed. I got back in there... found no nerd... was herded past Elijah... I got another pic, but one I could have done without. :p Ah well.

All my senses had been violently baked all day, so I was now tired-insane enough to slip back into Craig's queue - which had been opened way back - with my cunning plan. My fellow Craig-stalkers yelled at Elijah, who was close, to look up and smile for their cam. I was unprepared, but got a pic of him doodling a silver bunny on the black table cloth. :)

Second Craig meeting. I said hi, told him we met before, got another handshake :D and asked if I could just take a picture of him. Craig kindly consented, and posed for LITTLE OLE ME! XD He also told me "Take care." Awww.

Instantly addicted to having great big movie stars pose for LITTLE OLE ME, I figured I should ask Ray Park too. Waited a few seconds behind a nerd. Then I shook his hand, thanked him for coming and asked for a picture... Yay... He too said "Take care." :)

At least one remembers his Star Wars face...!

I and a row of other nerds saw Elijah leave for the day. Standing in front of the wall, he let us photograph him... and photographed us! I'm not sure he caught me though. :B

Nerd on her way out: "The king has left the building."

Shopping Item Yoze Could Not Resist: A white towel - too big for hands, too small for bodies - that said "Don't Panic!" *slaps you*

Alan Rickman, 60

2006-02-21T21:07:00.000+01:00

Wow. :)

*thumping music*
*multicoloured lights*
*snow glitter*

HAPPY B-DAY, ALAN! XD *jumphug* FUZZ-LOVE!

Please our man! Wear out your clickah fingah at TheLiteracySite or summat! :)

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I had a day "off" (and tomorrow too) so I got the dentist over and done with. (That sounded pervy.) I was getting out and about today in any case. And in the unlikely event of bad dental news, at least a day such as February 21, 2006 can never be COMPLETELY ruined, eh? So, anyway, the dentist loves me. (Pervy dentist reference #2.) I've never had to risk swallowing a drill, my wisdom teeth have stopped emerging at least for now, minor plaque these days, and, um, I DO try to go easy on the gum-brushing since she told me a few horror stories about receding gums. 'Tis a mystery though:

Dentist: "Remember... once you brush away your gums, they NEVER GROW BACK."
Yoze: *GULP*

Wasn't talkative enough to ask WHAT happens once one digs down to the jaw bone. Someone mentioned surgery. Dentistlady never did. Perhaps the alternatives are

~Surgery for 500 000 SEK in Sweden
~Surgery for 500 000 x 0.33 SEK in cheaper nation :B
~Rotting skull

*shrug* That's what I imagine. :) Blasted.

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Then, of course, it was PARTY TIME! Namely, the ceremonial purchase of Diary 31. I spotted a little beauty in December and kept hoping it would still be available in February. My favourite version, a pink book with a magnolia on it, wasn't... but my 2nd fave was. Fate. :p It's a blue book with a blue poppy on it. Hehe, at least there is room for some Harry Potter symbolism in there:

~I'm a Ravenclaw wannabe and their main house colour is blue
~The nurse's name is Poppy (and with whom can she exchange potion recepies if not Severus?)
~Poppies give us opium and Harry Potter is as addictive...
~...which makes Potheads a good name for the fans (pity pot is not a poppy product... the solution is to re-name the boy Harry Opiumfarmer or some such name)
~If it weren't so far-fetched, I'd write that Barry Trotter's friend Lon wished to be covered with poppy seeds when he was turned into a bagel. OMG.

I just... love magnolias so muuuuuch. :p WHAT AN IMPORTANT POST THIS IS!

I then hopped to the cinema and spent a few hundred years trying to decide whether I should see Nanny McPhee as planned, or follow a primitive impulse and see Goblet of Fire for the 4th time. (I was starting to miss The Voice + it was THE cast member's b-day.) Gaaaaah. I picked Nanny McPhee. Emma T and the bunch... (Pretty much the entire Love actually cast, except Alan of course, who I shall assume was... BUSY!) It was aight. :B

I would have dragged my dad along to Goblet of Fire. He is the only family member who still believes he enjoys total Potter-ignorance. His idea of Harry Potter is based upon one of the cheesiest scenes from one of the Columbus films. So not to be a cultural fascist, but one should not go through life avoiding Harry for the wrong reason, since there is a good chance any given person will enjoy Potterverse. :B (I assume that's why dad tried to teach me about classical music when I was wee. It was torture, but I would have checked out THAT myself otherwise!) Alas, I was unable to convince him about Goblet in time:

Yoze: "Hey, you can go with me to see Harry Potter on Tuesday."
Dad: "Nah."
Yoze: "Why?"
Dad: "FANTASY... OMG."
Yoze: "You know I'm not a general fantasy hysteric either, right?! Guess what that could mean?"
Dad: *ROTFLHAO* *is always proud to generalise*
Yoze: "Harry Potter is not very spaced-out or anything... Plz?"
Dad: "No."
Yoze: "But I'll pay!"
Dad: "What about my TIME?"
Yoze: "I'm SO glad I've seen certain movies I didn't think I wanted to see. This will even fit your taste, I think, an still you're free from expectations. But you can sleep or leave if you hate the sh*t!"
Dad: "I can't walk out of a crowded cinema!"
Yoze: *doubts crowds but* "We'll ask for edge seats."
Dad: "But getting downtown is such a hassle."
Yoze: "You... gasp... hop on the tram 50 m from work and open a paperback for 10 minutes, you fecking car-maniac! Besides, you need to spend time with me or I may start doing drugs."
Dad: "No, really, forget it."
Yoze: "You are being so unreasonable. All out of rational arguments."
Dad: "I don't feel like it."
Yoze: "Gawd, I'm TREATING YOU TO A MOVIE! Who says no to - OK, I'll say the same thing next time you want a favour."
Dad: "OMG, you can nag a hole into a rock. Unfortunately, you are dealing with someone at least as stubborn as yourself."
Yoze: "You know, it is common for negotiations about the creation of a nature reserve to go on for 20 years."
Dad: "So this is great training for you, HAHAHAHAHA!"
Yoze: "I'll give you 50 SEK if you go." *stupid*
Dad: "It's a matter of principles."
Yoze: "Would you go for 1 billion? Haha, some principles. 50 SEK!"
Dad: "Sigh..."
Yoze: "50 SEK" + "There's a lot of porn in the film" (mini-true) + "You don't know what you're missing" x 5000
Dad: "Oh, shut the feck up!"

Mum, today: "Yoze, dad told me he's changed his mind and will go to Harry Potter with you next week."

OMG my brilliant argument/s must have worked their magic in his sleep. Or they think I'm lonely. I haven't mentioned to them that people are banging down my door for cinema company. (OK, 2 have asked in modern times.) But they're scary strangers, and as I said, my prejudiced dad especially needs a decent introduction to Potterverse. (It ain't the books, but at least not Columbus either.) He will also understand Alan's greatness better, and I nag a lot about that at home. (Mum seems a lost cause in that respect, however.)

*flexes ranger nagging muscles*

Lucky I didn't see Goblet today then, not in place of McPhee or afterwards... It was a wee bit too late. :) I almost called my gran to see if she wanted to come along to the nanny movie, as she has stated she will watch any crap starring Emma Thompson. :)

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For dinner I had the last of my weekend pizza. Only yer favourite food is good enough for February 21. :)

Ah, yes... The January exam & Walk the Line!

2006-02-20T23:10:00.000+01:00

I always imagined bragging about the January exam result here... if it was good... and sucking the car's exhaust pipe if it was bad...

I'M NOT SUCKING THE EXHAUST PIPE! VG! VG! VG! VG! VG! VG MINUS!

Ahhh, finally another VG. Perhaps I've still GOT IT... *blows at smokin' gun* *downs bottle o' flax seed oil* 8 people failed, 5 scored a G and 7 scored a VG (I was the 2nd worst VG child), IIRC. As the teachers had kind of predicted. :p They are stats geeks after all.

The day after I found out about the, erm, wonderful exam result, yes, thank you lordy, my inner and outer film festival took place. All the invisible children was surprisingly good, although the short film featuring our man David and directed by Ridley Scott and some other Scott was the TOTALLY WEIRDEST one :p and my favourite was that by John Woo. *blows nose... because... because mission: impossible ii was so ballet-ly pwetty even though everyone hated it to bits & besides john was nice to my nick lea*

Then I was washed out from the pwetty cinema on the river of everyone else's tears and met up with my mum with whom I went to see... WALK THE LINE!

One of those films on which I do not have much of an opinion at all... But there was that actor... Yes, that is quite a different case. :) I + EVERYONE *heart* JOAQUIN!

Even my mum was a puddle on the floor: "OMG THE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD! OMG JOAQUIN AND THAT GIRL ARE SO TALENTED! I THOUGHT SHE WAS A PROFESSIONAL SINGER! HOW CAN ACTORS LEARN TO SING LIKE THAT? OMG JOAQUIN IS SO PRETTY! Especially with brown contacts. Yoze, why are you crying? OHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT VOICE! JUST LISTEN! IT'S SO VERY MANLY!"

I shan't whine loudly. It would possibly have received a cooler welcome had I conjured it.

GET ME RIDLEY/JOHN/QUENTIN ON THE PHONE!

It could have been worse though. I loved at least one line:

"Elvis takes it!"

*neigh*

Nah, I'm just sitting here, having entered my third major Joaquin fuzz phase, approximately, and I will make no effort to swim back up. :9 O Joaquin, how can I describe my fuzz 4 thee? It all comes out sounding old (900 million years), superficial, and/or religious. Just listen:

[Sir, we have reason to believe that]

Joaquin is an angel! :D

See?

But really. 20 million monkeys poking 20 million people machines in 20 million people factories for 20 million years will eventually manufacture a... a...

Why am I wasting bandwith trying to explain? Now a relatively large part of the world knows the fuzz.

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I bought the soundtrack hours before I saw Walk the line. In the film festival's little shop. Which also offered... mmm... replicas of THE wallet from Pulp fiction. AND it was fake leather. I was severely tempted, but... but... I've got a lovely wallet already... and I'm trying not to be such a Bad Melon Farmer... so... *sniffle*

The soundtrack. I like Joaquin's voice... and Joaquin, so I had to have it of course, but expected to be horrified by the music. I had heard one Cash song that I knew of... Ring of fire. It played around a couple of Joaquin's scenes in U-turn. ROTF. THAT version of the song was perfectly horrifying in THAT feel-bad film... Anyway, I didn't know it was Cash. Later I saw the Walk the line trailer and recognised the song, but I could not think of why. :) I knew Johnny Cash's name mainly thanks to an X-Files ep in which Mulder held up a white shirt and shrieked:

"JOHNNY CASH!"

Threw the soundtrack in the player, threw some mushrooms in the pan. *feels rhythm & goes musical with kitchen utensils* All the songs weren't so fecking bad. :B I still don't feel like listening to the real thing, but my soundtrack faves would be

-Ring of fire...! :p
-Folsom Prison blues
-Home of the blues
-Cocaine blues
-Jackson

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I must make the unoriginal suggestion of a Robbie Williams biopic starring Joaquin! YAY! Their dark hair (um, Yoze, there is dye, otherwise), their green eyes (er, Yoze, did you see that movie Walk the line), their crazy faces, their 1974's, their higher-than-Cash voices (I mean in case Joaquin doesn't wanna work so hard to change his voice again)... I can only prove it by showing you whichever diary I was writing on June 8, 2000 - but on the day I first saw Gladiator, which was the first time I noticed Joaquin, I basically wrote... something like... "THE EMPEROR RESEMBLED ROBBIE." Spoooooooooooky, eh? :D No.

Problem is, I believe Robbie's style will not stagnate and his story will not end until he dies or summat *cries* so Joaquin can't play the young Robbie... Unless, of course, we make a Robbie Williams Biopic Part 1 this decade and keep 'em coming until the story ends. :P *crycrycry*

Or Joaquin can just tour the world and sing Cash songs or whatever he wants, I will kinda listen!
What other spooky opinion have I been harbouring for years? That Joaquin can pass not only for an animated painted wreath-wearing ancient Roman dude, or for Robbie, but also for any of them classic 50's rock stars... at will. (Er, I know nothing of 50's rock.) And I don't think it was just thanks to U-turn... :)

Naturally, these were just my few easy ideas. Our man can play ANYTHING! :x

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I'm at school and writing this on NO blood sugah whatsoever! Gonna go and gobble down my sandwich, and a packet of thick... smooth... sweet... cholesterol free... chocolate soy milk... The lurking headache softens when one knows such things to be in store... +)

The Nerd, Geek or Dork Test!

2006-02-08T09:01:00.001+01:00

Outcast [korrektamundo!] Genius [no, dear]
65% Nerd, 52% Geek, 56% Dork

For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in all three, earning you the title of: Outcast Genius.

Outcast geniuses usually are bright enough to understand what society wants of them, and they just don't care! They are highly intelligent and passionate about the things they know are *truly* important in the world. Typically, this does not include sports, cars or make-up, but it can on occassion (and if it does then they know more than all of their friends combined in that subject).

Outcast geniuses can be very lonely, due to their being outcast from most normal groups and too smart for the room among many other types of dorks and geeks, but they can also be the types to eventually rule the world, ala Bill Gates, the prototypical Outcast Genius.

Congratulations!

Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 72% on nerdiness

You scored higher than 76% on geekosity

You scored higher than 92% on dork points

Teacher screws

2006-02-07T22:47:00.000+01:00

The dazzling school-quote series continues.

Teacher: "Hello class, I think I'm coming down with the flu, but I'll try to make it through the day. Right. Iron, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, manganese, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, silica, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Sigh... I was gonna go over carbon with you as well... but I say F*CK THE CARBON!"
Class: *ROTFLTAO*

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Lucky I've never had the flu, or I would have been forced to throw Teacher in a sack and toss the sack in a hole. :/

"Walk the line" review on TV...

2006-02-03T08:18:00.000+01:00

When I first saw the trailer for Walk the line I smelled a Conventional Film. Tonight Sweden's film guru confirmed my suspicions... but, as I had also kinda predicted :B he loved the acting. :D

They showed clips. JOAQUIN LOOKED FECKING AMAZING! :O AND BY THAT I MEAN ACTING-WISE! XD *slurp wallow splash gulp*

Stop screaming, fangirls. He was also very pwetty. :p

Tomorrow! :D

plop gurgle blubb blubb

2006-02-01T12:41:00.000+01:00

Teacher: "All right, here's some info about the excursion on February 28. You will take samples from a lake, using ice drills should there be ice. In any case, you will only sample from depths greater than 3 metres. Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention - if there is no ice, YOU WILL USE BOATS!!! :O"

Yoze: *stops envisioning winter-swimming*

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PETER JACKSON'S KING KONG SPOILERS

I saw King Kong 900 years ago and was the only person in the world who did not love it to bits. I suppose it was nice at first...
Adrien B: :)
Yoze: +)
Natives: 8/
Yoze: "AAAAAAAAAAAAA! GHOSTY!"
Natives: 8/ 8/ 8/ 8/ 8) *splat*
Yoze: "Wickedddddd!"
Dinosaurs: *munch munch munch*
Yoze: "Oooooohhhhhh, dinosaurs!"
Dinosaurs: *run*
Gang: *have supersenses that allow them to run for 37 minutes inside a forest of running Oliphant, I mean dinosaur legs*
Bloke: *plays "jump off the falling rocks just in time, and wow, without slipping, too!"*
Dinosaur: *trip*
Dinosaurs: *trip* *fall*
Dinosaurs: *fall for a while*
Dinosaurs: *never fecking stop falling*
Special effects person: "OH, GOD, YES! YES, YES, YES! OH GOD! OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
10 000 000 tons of blubber: *come to rest*
Special effects person: *rolls over* *ciglight*
Gang: "Whoever finishes off the totally amazing endemic megafauna gets a drink!"
TOTALLY AMAZING MAN-SIZED WORMS: *engulf gang*

I... just find it disturbing when people in movies survive on luck... too often... I know that happens in most movies but HEY, maybe this was the last drop for me or summat. :/ (*SHRUG* At least they suffered a lot of casualties.) I prefer them to survive on brains... I get by on luck myself, though. :D

END OF SPOILERS

Yesterday I caught a(nother) festival film that I *COUGH* liked better! *COUGH* Zaïna, rider of the Atlas. :p Horsies! *horse chills* It was kinda pwetty, never boring but thrilling, and my heart was jumping outta my chest in the last seconds of the race, although I could not imagine it ending another way... :B *woosh* Wonder if that was the same race as in The black stallion returns... Wonder if it still runs... *wants to shoot* Wonder when this was set...

That Elijah film, Everything is illuminated, was sold out btw. :/ Oh well, then I guess it's gonna be a big movie after all then.

I went and got freshly freshly freshly freshly released tix for Walk the line on Friday. (3 h 15 min before that I will see my last 2006 festival film... mmmm... AT TEH FANCY CINEMA!) Ahhhh, I've been waiting... two years or so... AS USUAL...

JOAQUIN HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR ANOTHER OSCAR! THIS TIME IN A LEADING ROLE, EVEN! ALTHOUGH I COULD HAVE GUESSED ALL THAT! :) Weeeeeeeeee! Not that Oscars are all that matter... :9

Gothenburg Film Festival 2006! PARTY!

2006-01-28T21:41:00.000+01:00

The wild blue yonder was very good! For such an... artsy film. :D It had been hyped and/so the cinema was packed! They loved Brad! I loved Brad, gasp!

Artsy or not... The ending was so beautiful! *SNIFFLE* The best part. My kind of ending. :) My dream. In Simpsons Bully Voice: "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAA!"

*wakes up*

SPOILER:

I just hope those 3-5 astronauts succumbed to inbreeding/the jungle/the precipice before they managed to start... um, the 7th mass extinction. :/

END OF SPOILER

Before the film started I had time to enter the festival tent... (That sounds... orgy-ish.) It's a party tent and they throw in various Winter Hosts - artists that show their bestest favourite film clips ever, apparently. (And that makes me - A WINTER GUEST! OMG! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA. HA.) Tonight they had brought in Amanda Ooms. Alan co-worker for my celeb collection. :9 *click* *scutter*