22 Billion Triggah Happy Monkeys = image collection

+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

I survived Xmas...

...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)

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This law course is death.

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.

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

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... +)

School... Goblet of Fire...! Robbie!

The new course is scary… They all are, but this one seems like MATH HELL!!! :O It’s all theory and models and formulas and moose harvest and that horrible EXCEL... (Granted, they threw in some heavy philosophy too. :B ) Which is... useful... if one is smart... :O

The teachers are two math geniuses who thinks everyone else is a math genius too. How familiar... One of them looks like a cross between David Thewlis and the guy who plays Zaphod Beeblebrox, btw. He’s a hunter and seemed a little scared of our young angry naïve hippy class:
“Hi, yeah, I hunt... Er, not that much though... I just think it’s... *GULP*... nice...”

More fun quotes heard in my class lately:

“So I was sitting here with Excel and I told the teacher ‘I don’t understand a fricken thing!’ and he was like ‘Hohoho, I’m going for a coffee break, hoho.’”

It sounded funny at the time. :p

“Oh, it’s aight, ALL biologists are afraid of math!!”

But none the way *I* am... :S

“Being the first-ever batch of students in our programme meant that we could get in on lower grades, since few people would know about the programme and apply. So... we’re stupider than the younger Rangers.”
“I believe you are right. Being out in the woods, that’s what we’re good at.”
“And having coffee breaks.”

When they said this, I think they had still chopped off more of Excel’s 7 heads than I had.

However, a certain November 18 arrived. This FRIDAY’S Excel task was a pieca greasy cake with no sleepy lecture afterwards. Probably because it was HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE PREMIERE DAY!!! XD It hit me at one point, in the afternoon, giddy-kind of hit me. :D I grabbed the tix and dragged my mum kicking and screaming into the town’s pwettiest cinema. They’ve got like 700 seats and a TINY entrance hall. I think those 700 Potheads were in it anyway.

But it was a nice premiere. :B The best Potter film yet! I can’t say I’ve been enthusiastic about any of the others. But now... heeeey... (Although Prisoner improved when I hadn’t read the book for a while... And I read Goblet in the summer. Stone and Chamber... Uh, at least Snape is in them.) The funniest. (I’m a sucker for comedy.) The most British director. (Um.) The most Sexiest-Alan-Sex-Scene-Ever-Directing director, too. *covers brain in black blanket* So maybe I was feeling extra kind to Newell already. :p

The most out-of-character Snape so far. :B But who minds? Er, fans and artists? Whatever. *runs*

The most squished hope of a Snape + McG tango scene. Possibly the smallest number of Snape lines ever.

But when The Voice was quiet, the man kept SHINING. Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh. Every time he was on screen, they secretly sprayed those spam-marketed pheromones into the cinema, I tell you! +D~

And he was down there with MANY of the minor characters, I thought, as far as lack of screentime goes... :/

I STILL NEED THE DVD, NOW!!! SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!!! (AND IT HAAAAAAAS TO INCLUDE THE SNAPE TANGO SCENE, YOU HEAR?!?)
And I need a GoF in 15 minutes... I hope y’all read PoA in 15 minutes. *love*

Oh well, fave moments that I can recall, in some kinda chronological order:

*** GOBLET OF FIRE SPOILER WARNING ***

• Pwetty Barty Crouch Jr. Hey, was that the shadow David I spotted in Leicester Square? (:B
  
• Ron waking up to find, AAAAAAAARGH, HERMIONE all over him.
  
• Lucius scene #1! :D
  
• The twins and the gang partying after the World Cup. Something beautiful about it all. :p
  
• Filch’s run. WHY?!?
  
• Snape: “...”
  Karkaroff: “...”
  
• Dumbledore: “OMG entering the tournament will kill you ded!”
  The twins: “WICKED...!”
  
• SNAPE spotting the Goblet spitting out Harry’s name.
  
• Snape: *stands around*
  Mum: *nudge*
  Yoze: “SQUEAK!”
  
• Sad Ron. Awww.
  
• Cho: *sits around*
  Harry: *totally loses control & sprays his juice all over the great hall*
  
• Snape on the ground, covered in splinters after the dragon flies over him. Poor baby!
  
• Owls.
  
• Harry: *lies depressed on sofa, egg on his chest, cho on his mind*
  Crowd: “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...”
  
• Snape whacking Harry and Ron repeatedly, taking great care to set their heads straight, rolling up his sleeves... XD *gasps at sight of suddenly revealed snape hands* Go Snape! It’s SO very disturbing when people gossip loudly all over study rooms! :p
  
• Snape thoroughly hiding behind a book while Twin asks out Angelina. By throwing objects at her.
  
• Snape looking really strict and tense (wow, news) when Hermione hands him her book. “Dammit, I can’t bite her head off!”
  
• McG: “Nowyouknow!”
  
• Hermione trying to send Harry and Ron to bed.
  
• Hermione freaking out at Ron after the ball.
  
• Depressed ball princess Hermione hugging her sore foot on the steps.
  
• Neville staying out all night... DANCING... Yup... ;B
  
• Hermione describing the physical Krum. *snort*
  
• Cedric almost asking Harry for a prefect’s bathroom date. XD
  
• Harry: *strips*
  Crowd: “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” (Not me, you pervs! I was smart enough to stuff a handkerchief into my mouth!)
  
• The blatant Moaning Myrtle vs The Foam.
  
• Neville: “OMG! I killed Harry Potter!”
  Dumbledore: “You bahstahd!”
  
• Snape’s cosy store room.
  *locks door*
  Ladder: *creak*
  *sound of glass breaking from inside store room as snape and ratexla practise the tango and let me tell you, ratexla will never learn*
  *screams of pain from toe-stepping*
  
• Snape climbing the ladder, quickly, smoothly, like some small animal... *scutter scutter*
  
• Filch firing his cannon way too early about three times! :O What if it had been Snape? Someone would have needed to... tutor him in the art of... self-control...
  
• Cool Ralph Fiennes. Scene #1! :D Oh, Face Scene #1, then.
  
• Lucius scene #2! :D
  
• Snape pouring a whole bucket of Veritaserum into Barty Jr. :B

While I personally didn’t care much about the World Cup or ferret scenes, I’m happy they kept them in, even though critics whined that they were UNNECESSARY: “Those scenes were only there to please the fans! BOOHOO!” Tough shite. I can think of a few more “unnecessary” SPICY UPCOMING SCENES. May the script writers never listen to those boring, Pothead-hatin critics.

*** END OF GOBLET OF FIRE SPOILER WARNING ***

I recently found out that Steve Kloves loves Alan very much. :D I guess it isn’t Kloves’s fault if they cut out loads of goodies either... He won’t write The Order of the Phoenix, but The Half-Blood Prince! And then Snape WILL be IMPORTANT, DAMMIT (even in the eyes of Potheadophobic critics)! Right?! Love + importance = hope for... er... 1 more second of Snape.

AND they want to film Order and Prince back-to-back. Can we hope for a... summer 2008 release of Prince?
Oh god... That is frighteningly distant... (I’ll be fresh out of uni, most likely hunting a DVD shop job! One of my “dream shite jobs”.)

Apparently the Order writer wrote the Peter Pan film, and someone said that a lot from that book was kept in. Mmmm, please feed us Order Snape... *opens little red beak*

Hey. Kloves says Alan is the only one who can act out ellipses? *learns word* I overuse ellipses! THIS IS A SIGN. Or not. :p

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In other newz, Robbie Williams is finally finally coming to MY town! I would have travelled to Stockholm to see him, did that in 2003, when I had become tired of waiting for a Gothenburg concert... But this is nice. (Mostly because I don’t get Stockholm’s tube system.) They sold 52 000 x 2 tix in 25 h! :D My Robbie-loving mum and I are going... I have to get to the front row. *dreams nightmares of 2nd row* Last time I was in 5th row or so... :B