Archive for April, 2010

… Because I went out last night and got shit faced. Seriously shit faced, not to the point when I needed to throw up, but it was close, and because I’m eating my girlfriend’s food, leftovers from yesterday, a curry/rice-thing she heated for me, but unfortuneately she mistook the cinnamon for the curry, so she compensated for the cinnamon orgy with extra salt and curry powder. What a feast.

I’m almost done with my thesis on ethics in self defence situations for my black belt exams next month. Oh yeah, finally getting my black belt, after doing jiu-jitsu for about seven years, gonna be epic.

Finally, I just want to say that I fucking hate busdrivers! They are an angry and hateful breed. When you buy your ticket, and pay with a 100 note, they constantly starts yelling and cursing. Seriously, Busdriver, do you really have to be such a jew about it?

I was asked what the term “generation gap” means.

A generation gap is when your 5-year old niece takes a look at this picture:

And says: “Aaaaaw, why couldn’t I have those clowns at my birthday party??”

Du visar oss allt du har
Du håller på Dancin ‘och rummet blir varm
Du kör oss vilda kommer vi göra dig galen
Du säger att du vill gå till en spin
Partiets bara börjat, vi dig i
Du kör oss vilda kommer vi göra dig galen
Du håller på ropa, du håller på skrika

Jag vill rock’n’roll hela natten och festar varje dag

Have you ever had one of those damn, I am i hallucinating-moments? And I’m not talking about those hey, dude! Is that a UFO? Oh, it was just a large bird-moments, but the I definately saw that, but it in reality it’s not there-moments.

Earlier today I was walking in the street, and saw this guy on a bike making his way towards me up a relatively steep hill, when some woman’s high pitched voice made me turn my head, and just as I looked back the guy on the bike was gone. Seriously, I just looked away for 3 or 4 seconds, and the guy on the bike was gone.

My first thought was I must be hallucinating! But then my rationality kicked in, and I said to myself: he must have turned around that corner. But just a few seconds later I was at the only turn in the road and he was nowhere to be seen – and he couldn’t possibly have made his way all the way down that street before I came to it. There’s not a snowball’s chance in Hell. I sure as hell hope I just miscalculated something and that guy really did turn some corner or something like that. Otherwise it would be seriously freaky.

Psykopater exploderar inte i solljus, och jag bryr mig inte hur tokiga de är!

I travel by train. A lot these days (I make my money as a test subject in medical trials and experiments, no shit, and because of that I have to show up at various research facilities, universities and hospitals around the country). I guess I could fly to Copenhagen when I need to, but there’s just one thing: I fucking hate planes. You sit uncomfortably. You have to show up like an hour or two just to get on the fucking thing. You need a passport and it’s 30 times more polluting than trains. Taking off is unpleasant. Landing is unpleasant, and how the hell does 650 tonnes of aluminum (which, by the way, is one of the most corrosive/fragile metals in the world – just ask yourself: why can’t I bring a glass of pickes i my luggage? The answer? The pickle-water is corrosive enouth to eat through the belly of the plane. Think about that) get airbourne?

Anyway, I was sitting for 5 hours in the train today, and all of a sudden I realised the one thing that makes trains one of the most horrible means of transport: people. Old people. Young people. They all have one thing in common when they sit in a train. They just can’t talk queitly in their damned phones. Why do I Ihave to be able to listen to every goddamn word those people say when they are on the phone? I do not need to know, why uncle Walther needs chemotherapy, why little Claus needs an endoscopy or how good That Guy was in bed last night or – brace yourself… How huge he was. Holy shit, at least you aren’t allowed to use a cellphone on an airplane.

Is it really that hard to use the space between the train compartments if you just can’t keep the fuck quiet? I’m not a saint either, when I seldom talk on the phone in a confined space (like a train) I keep quiet and brief. It is none of the other people’s business to listen to my conversation.

Holy fuck, at least I don’t need to take the train ’till wednesday… Or maybe I just take the plane?