Archive for March 31, 2010

I recently moved to a new apartment, and because I’m about to move again in about three or four months I didn’t feel like unpacking all of my books – only the ones I felt like I needed in my impressively small bookshelf, and I thought of making a list of a few of them*:

  • Albert Camus: The Fall
  • Allah/Muhammad: The Quran
  • Boccaccio: Decameron
  • Dante: The Divine Comedy
  • Euripides: Electra
  • Finn Høghøj: Pre-Socratics
  • Franz Kafka: The Verdict
  • Frede Møller Kristensen: Texts of Buddhism – Pedagogical Studies
  • Friedrich Nietzsche: Thus Spoke Zarathustra
  • George Orwell: 1984
  • George Orwell: Animal Farm
  • God/Moses: The Bible
  • Henrik Ibsen: A Doll’s House
  • Homer: The Illiad
  • Homer: The Odyssey
  • Howard Philips Lovecraft: Necronomicon
  • Jean-Paul Sartre: Existentialism is a Humanism
  • Johannes Sløk, Mogens Pihl & Erik Lund: The European History of Ideas
  • K.E. Løgstrup: Creation and Destruction
  • K.E. Løgstrup: Martin Heidegger
  • K.E. Løgstrup: The Ethical Demand
  • Ken Keysey: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
  • Lewis Carroll: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
  • Lewis Carroll: Through the Looking Glass
  • Marty: Nachel: Homebrewing for Dummies
  • Professor Wally Jay: Small Circle Jiu-jitsu
  • Sv. Aage Bay: Contemporary Foreign Religions
  • Victor Hugo: Les Misérables
  • William Shakespeare: Collected Works
  • Willy Thrysøe: Human Sexuality: a Philosophical and Biological Analysis
  • + About 15 books about various fields of mathematics and chemistry

*When possible I’ll use the English titles – otherwise I’ll try to translate in best the best possible way.

Jag vet inte något bättre, men i Amerika har de visat
att i låten “Beyond the Realms of Death” av Judas Priest
Finns det röster i huvudet som säger: Ge dig själv en chans
Men det är svårt när du inte vet vilket håll kulan ut
Så jag sa släpp rädslan för sataniska musik
För du blir först hjärndöd, så det kan inte slå klick
Och även om Ozzy Osbourne hoppade en dopade get i luften
Finns det inget fel med sunt förnuft …. nej

I am a huge fan of litterature. No, really I love books, apart from the wheel and fire, books are probably the greatest invention ever, and I really pitty the fools who thinks otherwise (like your Alcoholic Dad… And Nazis).

But I just have one problem. They take far to long time to read, I enjoy reading and I can read for hours, that’s not the real problem. What is the problem then? Well, as soon as I pick up a book I find really, really interesting I start reading it, but when I’m half way through some other imensely interesting piece of written word pops up, and I abandon the first book in favour of the new one.

What the fuck is up with people these days? I just came back from taking a huge crap at the public library. Well, it could have been any damn public crapper anywhere on this God forsaken planet.

Imagine this: you sit alone, peacefully on the toilet, just minding your own business, reading the paper, when all of the sudden, all Hell breaks lose: Your colour blind fucktard of an Alcoholic Dad  tries to break the door open. I mean, for fuck’s sake, why didn’t you just take a look at that small, but yet still impressively visible red dot above the door handle that, not verbally but colourfully, states that this paticular toilet is fucking vacant?!

What the Hell is wrong with these people? What’s going on in their sick, twisted minds??

Wow, geez… Dude, that little reddish thingy above the door handle is red… Well, uh, that means that the door is locked, so I can’t get in… Oh no! I CAN’T GET IN?!! Fuck, but i NEED to get in!

[retard starts breaking the door the fuck down with all his might]


I really don’t know if that was really what went down in the guy’s head, during my crapper-assault, but I think it’s something like that.

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