Materialistic Xmas result

-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!

Lowly anticipated DOUBLE Harry Potter 5 premiere report!

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…”


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

Robbie! & much irrelevant talk about us getting cooked.

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.

Fluffy green leftovers

Sorry I have not blogged for two months...! Ehehehe. At first I did not feel I had the time and then I was too tense about the upcoming exam and then I did not want to get sucked into cyberspace for eternity. Originally I had 600 topics piled up, I have now forgotten half of them and cannot be arsed to treat many of the rest. So they will not even join the digital disaster.

OK, I got some good Alan shite for Xmas:

• Rasputin on DVD! OMG! I had been looking for it for two years... Nice movie! :B Ohhhhhhhh, Alan, I'm in heaven and it's hotter than HELL!
• The Essential Shakespeare Live. 11 minutes of Alan in As you like it... exactly 20 years ago, minus 3 days! *nostalgic* Not that I saw the play. X'C

Two conversations out of my class, which, as usual, sounded much better IRL - December 2005, conservation seminar flying free as a passenger pigeon (also preferable IRL, but extinct):

E: We must teach the kids to recycle, step by tiny step!
B: We have to INFILTRATE them!
E: That's why we should all become Kindergarten teachers...
M: Rilly, I wasn't going to have kids in this shite world, but then my friend said *I* should have them and not just some moron! *I* should spread my environmentalist habits!
T: Wow, your friend has a good grasp of evolutionary theory.
M: The weird thing is, he's like this total HUMANIST!
Z: OMG!
E: We could adopt kids to pass on our habits.
M: Adopt the morons' kids.
E: Is there an age limit? Cuz if not, you can adopt the morons.
Class: *starts talking about crazy swede who adopted 40-yo indian*
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M: I can buy up carbon dioxide emission quotas? Where?! :D
Z: *COUGH* http://www.snf.se/ *COUGH*
M: And THEN, 40 years from now, when their value has gone WAY up, and I'm on my deathbed and childless, I can sell them for much more! 'Course... I won't be able to do anything with my profit... Yes! I can buy heroin for it all! Btw, seriously, if I ever get cancer I'll start doing heroin, it's supposed to be SOOOOOOOOOOOOO sweet! Though it would be tough if the cancer turned out to be some benign kinda skin cancer that could just be SCRAPED OFF!!! ROTF!!!

Note: Sadly, there will be little 2045 heroin for this bloke. I purchased an emission quota and they last only two years. :/ That is still nice I guess. (I gave it to my dad for Xmas, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)

But the idea of deathbed heroin is nice! I had heard it before. I was kind of going to... Mmmm, heroin... (Or Nick/Alan/Joaquin/Brad could just pop in...) But that was of course before I realised I wanted to burn all my leftover $$ on rainforest and stuff! Here's what I will do - I shall steal a kid's heroin. Saving the kid, saving more rainforest, enjoying my deathbed. Weeeee, win-win-win.

Unless, of course, the deforestation continues at the present rate, in which case it will all be gone in, what, 40 years??? and I will have to find out the second best alternative. SIGH, I HOPE GOOGLE WILL KNOW IT!!! Heck, anyway, it could happen way before then, if the forests collapse at certain critical sizes. X'C

I am reading the inspiring-depressing-nerve-wracking The future of life by Edward O. Wilson at the mo. OH MY GAAAAAAAAAWD!!! READ IT!!!

*represses a few dark misanthropic forbidden thoughts which might get me thrown off blogger and that would be a drag would it not*

Not counting all the nerdy, subjective ethical reasons, saving this shite would be easy *COUGH*reasoneducationcondomsveggiesandstuff*COUGH*, necessary and profitable for us, anyway. The question is... WILL THEY FIND OUT IN TIME?!

Goddamn, I'm angry, as my platitude-squirting bro would say. Having feelings sure sucks.

I'm a bad environmentalist too. According to my own ethics or whatever, I should kill myself, but... here I am... waiting for... um... Harry Potter 7! Yup! I will try to buy up my own eco-footprint in the meantime! :p At least! Cheaper for vegs. And third-worlders. On average.
Speaking of death, today I almost had a heart attack because...

GAG...

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

PANT PANT PANT...

GASP...

Elijah Wood is going to be at the scifi con in March!
Now...

• Elijah is not my favourite actor of all time
• Brad is my favourite LOTR actor
• Sean Astin cancelled last minute last year, so I'm not getting any silly hopes up
• 50 000 000 people will camp outside the con because of Elijah
• I will lose studying time
• I will lose money
• I will lose my dignity
• I will lose my dignity again as I move on to the next celeb
• I will perhaps lose my dignity a third time
• I'm a Pothead, you know

Sure Elijah is among my favourites, and I was quite sweet on him 4 years ago, but half the heart attack was, I'd say, from surprise! :D I would not have thought OUR little con would get such a GIANT so SOON! I think I saw him on the guest list of Collectormania in the UK and said to my buddy "Look, at least Elijah visits cons, and in Europe too, what if he comes to Sweden" but I didn't believe he would! YAY!!!
Oh, and Gawd, if he cancels, replace him with NICK or BRAD plzthanx.

The Gothenburg Film Festival starts today. I haven't gone there since 2001, but now I'm seeing one Brad movie (The Wild Blue Yonder), one Thewlis movie (All the invisible children) and one horse movie (Zaïna, rider of the Atlas). :) THE Joaquin movie was sold out. Oh, it will run in such a nice cinema... :p Well, I was just trying to decide whether I should see an Elijah movie too, I guess I will now... Research and all, ya know... damdidamdidam... It looks funny and the festival tix are kinda cheap and what if I can never find it later in life...

FUNNY, I forgot to mention the exam. "He is evil" echoed through the corridors the next day. The exams have not yet been returned. I suppose they are working their way through mine - a mess of gut feeling and stress. Rhyme. They must either be in therapy or trying not to die from laughter. X'C

I've also quit da horseriding for the time being. Pretty good place, but I am sated at present, fecking climate, OMG other people, walking is exercise too, and the money could be better spent. Hehe... I used to mentally convert all money into DVD's, now it's London and... its opposite. :B