Boring test

The Free Thinker
69 Anti-Normal Points

You are quite strange indeed and not very normal at all. You are cool.
We have a few things in common, so send me a message. You are very open
minded, creative, and intelligent. People like you and secretly want to
be you, because of your overwhelming coolness. Just watch out the world
doesn't suck out your originality.



My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 79% on variable 1
Link: The How normal are you Test written by Piscessnake on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Telephone conversation


Terrance:"hello"

Scott:"Terrance,this is Scott"

Terrance:"Oh hey,it`s Scott"

Philip:"Tell him he`s a smelly bastard"

Terrance:Philip says hello Scott"


_Just about the funniest thing i can think of

motioneless in the middle of the floor

I am having a shitty weekend. But only on the inside.
Friday night, went out with some friends to kalmar nation. good fun. missed both the bands cause i was drunk and completely lost in conversation. and also i didn't care about the bands, never having heard of them before. in all i guess it was a good night, i like the people i was with, but i was just a twist to pissed.
which i felt the day after. with a pounding headache i went downtown with my photofriends and joined in a photo-marathon: 12 themes, in order, to be captured on twelve consecutive frames of film. quite a challenge and fun. pictures will be scanned and posted when i have them.
then, last night, we had a photo-party and went out at the norrlands nation. the party was good. and i had a great little pocket of time with my Girl, between the time she left her dinner and when she had to start working. we snuck into a dark, small, upstairs kitchen. metal benches. people passing by outside.
but then, she started working and the night started sucking. the music was horrible. i had gotten sober. i felt out of touch with my friends. and my girl had let slip that she had to meet two other people on sunday, and i felt that cold feeling coming that means we'd not have any time for us. so i went home. to sleep.
and then i've spent this day hoping for her to call. walking a bit in the sun. baking some pastries with my friends. but just feeling like shit.
the Girl did call, but with no invitation or anything. so, now i'm a little grumpy with her, but she promised to make it up to me tomorrow.

i'm not that cool when it comes to being stood up, when it comes to being a low priority. not cool at all. it just drains me.

and then there's the fact that it's february, and i had too much to drink on friday. it just stays with me. drained and gasping for air.

i know it probably doesn't make sense to have this kind of weekend and feel like i feel, but there it is. the Girl is so important, and i just feel like i'm not. yeah. cocky ladiesman, eh?

night
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i see the moon and the moon sees me
and the moon sees the one i want to see

Spot me like paparazzi II

In sweden we call it a lense-louse

Too much caffein

..today. nothing is easy to grip.. i feel jumpy and tired at the same time. . gott agoot ggootatta go. but where I dutnnot know,.. better eet out of the naauighberourhood.. before they hfacall the ppolice .. but i ddindnt meean to do ooit .. it wasnt nt ntpo not muy falt . wehher to fo.. go .. hiidn under the highwsy ofverpass., lcakk lack of provgreess.. all th mucsi is noicesse i nmu y head. radical .. freee and rasdiacal..

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call me whe in t its over.. .i cahnt stande the sight.. death is to big for me... he still cant' see or hear anyting . . hewont knwo. call me when itäs over.. ill be att the cafe. dringking coffeee more coffe.. i ca'nt bee here but i wwill stay .. I will stay awaske,,, awake..

at least the sun is shining


Today I got a hug from an engineer

Got back online tonight, after a phone-battle with the technical support from my internet supplier. Well, actually it was more like we were a team, all fighting technology. And we won. Finally the guy on the other side of the line talked to his tech guy and they rebooted the internet switch for our connection. And voilá, now I'm back.

And it was all in a day's work. I've been on a roll all day. Fed up with a machine that's been acting psycotically aver since summer, I started fingering it. And Loe and Behold, I stumbled on... a screw that was loose, causing a short for a position-switch. Well, anyway, a f*cking screw, people. We've had people come from Italy to look at the f*cker... software, hardware, u name it. A screw. Two turns with a phillips, and Robert's your fathers brother... It cracks me up.

Then, as if that was not enough, together with a few collegues we've achieved some outstanding results from an goofy experiment I've performed. Just like that. It's so good that I cannot talk about it because of potential patents etc. Hahahah! You don't know how cool that feels. One of the engineers hugged me.

So, tonight I had a Deanston, played Baldurs Gate II, and did nada else. Will go back in to work tomorrow, to further experiment with that shii-at.

So far, peace, Im out...

Check mate

They have cut my internet connection.. I can't reach out from home.. Darkness washed over the Dude.. hopefully back in a few days.. be brave... be strong..

Movie banter

Movie comments.. I get this, I guess you could call it inspiration, when I see soulys blogg. She has the energy to include content now and then and not just blurt out whatever reflections may be the day's. So I want to be that way. I'll try by commenting some films I've seen recently

The best recent film experience must be the formidable "Me and you and everyone we know", if not for it's fantastic title, then for the sheer beauty, the quiet smiles, the lovely story, the actors and the slow humour. I recommend it warmly to all those who are tired of being able to predict every scene, movment and comment of a standard hollywood feature.

An unsurprisingly disappointing film was the warrior film "Jarhead" with it's slightly critical rendering of a Desert Storm survivors confused and un-warlike stay in Iraq. Directed by Sam Mendez, I had expected a better choice of story, and some more depth. But there wasn't a whole lot. Soo in the end, i guess it was entertaining enough, but mostly for some good actors and a few jokes. And, I guess this is were movie-going becomes really a subjective experience, the best part for me was definetely when Tom Waits whisky voice began to whisper "This Box.."

then, on saturday night I was stranded in my apartment with nothing but the TV and my demons to keep me company. Needless to say, I locked my demons in the closet and sat in the living room with the volume up on the tv-set, watching. I ended up watching "Bringing out the Dead" by (I was surprised to read before the film, and still surprised after...) Martin Scorsese. It was the story of a burnout ambulance driver during a few nights in NYC. It was, kinda funny, kinda interesting in a filmmaker type of way, good actors again (Nicolas Cage, Pat Arquette) but there just was no point and no heart. Didn't like it. Wouldn't see it again, which is generally how I rate films in my head. Good films are films you want to see again. Again I was surprised that good directors choose stories that I dont like...

And to end, I want to tie a comment back to the experience of watching "Jarhead". I realised, as I neared the end, that the way movies move me is nowhere near how intensely I experience music. Which is to say that I can easily like or love a movie based on it's music and the way the music is woven into, or set as backdrop to, the story. One example is just "Jarhead" with the one-dur-ful Tom Waits song coming in at just the right moment. To me it was more like that the movie screen gave me an excuse to completely let the song envelop me. Another example is the Spanish film "Piedras", a semi-good drama about couples and love and loss, but which just got a big place in my heart due to a very good soundtrack and the sledgehammer beauty of an Ani Difranco song at just the right moment. Finally there are examples like "My life without me", "A la verticale de l'été" and "Kissing Jessica Stein" whos soundtracks are what brings them from good to Wonderful films.

--In the spirit of the visual media junkie I am.. some Zapp Brannigan memorables...

"If we can hit that bull's-eye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards...Checkmate."
"We don't know anything about their race, history, or culture, but one thing's for sure. They stand for everything we stand against."
"if I said you had a beautiful body would you take your pants off and dance around a bit?"

Drömsjuan


This man is my copilot, along with Lrrr, Bender, Stewie, Brian and The Evil Monkey that Lives in Chris' Closet.

Paid to kiss your feet


Pay attention. You will get no second chance.

Friday afternoon. I wish I was a kelloggs cornflake, and I am sooo tired, just fantasising about my bed and sleep, and warmth. But outside, where I have to go now, it's cold and dark, and probably wet and windy as well. And then, of course, it iis friday night and I haave said that I would go out. Which I will, and probably have a good time also, but right now, man, I just want to stand for an hour under a shower, feeling the power of warmth and not the warmth of whisky sours.
Pfff.

oh, folks, but hey what the hell. ignore my complaining please. i am just a fool in love. just a tired little fool, too happy to even be blasé. usually i've always been that kind of dry sarcastic fellow that could bring about laughter by observing some obvious irony. these days, guys, i actually bubble and smile and make people feel good around me. is this something lasting? i really don't know. as far as i have experienced life so far, nothing lasts, not depression, not summer, not love, not christmas, so why should happiness be any different. it will metamorphose, melt, evaporate, sublimate, condense, agglomerate, and then run siropy down the walls of my container.
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oh, and kick out the jams, m*therf*uckers
-Let's here it from David Gray:
This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And i've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do

It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown

Feeling like you can't go on
Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure

Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before i open up my arms and fall
Losing all control

Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet

Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
So whose to worry

If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me

On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet
This years love had better last

This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last

My fifteen nanoseconds of fame

If you're interested in seing a documentary/science program about what I and we do at the Ångström laboratory (and if you don't have a problem with swedish...), I just found out that the program made by UR (public service TV, educational branch) is available online...

chech out:

http://dmb.ur.se/mb/main?uri=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ur.se%2Fmb%2F13f991107d70ff099&static=false&cmd=viewdetails

or watch it on the Kunskapskanalen in june/july...

Word. M'out.

Even though I don't eat pork

I know I never really do this, but I just got a few bugs up my shorts on some current affairs.
Firstly Mohammed, Mahmoud (praise be to his name however he spells it). I mean, come on. I get somehow that it can be upsetting for very religious muslims that the forbidden act of portraying M (praise be to the profet), but what I cannot really accept about the debate around this is the following: No one has pointed out that this act is forbidden by Islam.. that is to say; aren't we, the occidentals of the world, breaking an awful lot of OTHER RULES by the muslim faith? Say eating pigs, killing people, worshiping jesus etc.. Maybe there is some fineprint in this that I havent gotten the hang of, but it seems to clash in my head. I know some of my friends are more invested in Islam than I so perhaps a comment?

And right now, I can't think of what other thing I had on my mind. We'll see it it resurfaces.
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"My new assistant is.. working out, yes"
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A storm in a milk glass

Great night tonight. Good food, got some work out of the way. And the the Greatness was that my sweetheart came over with a make-out-o-gramme with my name on it. Of course she couldn't stay, the poor thing gets up something like 5:45 or other ridiculous hour, but it was reeaally nice to see her, a whole week and then some having passed since the last time. Oh, man. She so amazonic. I got all that palpitation and arrythmia. Muscles tense for no reason. Breathing irregular. Some sort of fragmentary speech with flatmate after she left. Sitting down only to get back up, pacing the apartment with a smile. The memory of her, that wonderful fantasy, is nowhere near as intense as her. A drop of fragility in the cup-o-love, and all the sweeter the taste. If it's from a crystal glas, whine tastes so much better. What? No, that's not it. I mean, once you truly appreciate the fleeting quality of something so great as this, all the more powerful the moment will hold you in a breathless .. weightless .. fall.

Well, good night, as I'm hoping some of her smell rubbed off on my pillowcase.

With tongue and nails

"If you kiss somebody then both of you'll get practice"
but at the same time
"Is your place in heaven worth
giving up
theses kisses"

No news is g00d news

I'm thinking now how I write inversly proportionally to how I feel. So these rare and spartan posts are a good thing. It's always easier to whine than to make happy statements.

I had a good weekend. Friday there was the dissertation of a collegue followed by a hoe-down in her honor at the smålands nation (note: the nations are the student unions here i Uppsala..). A generally good night ending rather early. Some very impressive speeches and some nice people, most of whom I know already cuz I work with them every blessed day.

Then saturday came and I had to rush down town to remove a photo exhibit because the Norrlands Nation (see previous note) was using the localities for a disco and they didn't want to risk destroying our fabulous work.

Saturday night I went, like last saty, to my friend I's apartment and cooked along with him a nice little dinner for 10 nice little people. Subsequently I had a great night. Lot of talk about photo, music, politics, education, food and maybe something else not as fascinating. It was really excellent, since I tend to judge the quality of a night by the amount of intelligent conversation that I manage to extract. This night was a long line of good banter, also spanning an emotional range from humour to frustration.

I know. I can feel that this isn't really that interesting, but then again it can't always be.
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I am in advent, even though it's febuary. My camera is letting me wait, apparently being delivered by horse carriage from the nikon factory in japan (?). This is one of the reasons I am sort of in a conservative state, my energy being rationed and stock-piled for that precious day when I get my hands on it's magnesium-alloyed shell. I have some Ideas for photo-projects. Possible names are "Climbing up walls" and "Stop that, my hands are dirty".
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And my baby, my sweet One and Only has been gone half the weekend and sleeping/working the other half. So now I feel half. Thank Javeh there's such a thing as reveries and fantasies. -
Oh great. bedtime and I'm hungry again.
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Have read this weekend the comic "David Boring" by the guy who made comic "Ghost World". Good. Very good. Worded with precision.
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Now I may try to sleep and maybe try to read. I have to, simply have to, get back on that horse/bike that is reading. I used to (can't remeber when.. ) read constantly, every night before I went to bed and more than that. I could have several novels going at once without problem. But now I am usually struck with an annoying mix of fatigue and stress as I go to bed, thinking I'm to tired to read and besides, I better get to sleep if I'm gonna be able to get up in the morning. Time to take up that fight.
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Regina Spektor went quickly from being illusively impressive to being solidly fantastic. I've listened to her album Soviet Kitsch 5-10 times this weekend. over and over. Back to back. Great songs are "Ode to divorce", "Ghost of Corporate Future", "Chemo Limo" and the previouisly mentioned "Your Honor". Will order her CD imminently.
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CSN want their money back. Fcuk.
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Now, bedtime passed, I bid you farewell.

I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo


Coming home, not too late, on a friday night
Everything is just perfect
Except for
The cold and empty place
In my bed
Where you're not
I can't wait
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Hey soulfighter. I can take me-pictures as well!

"It's a good thing

that planet was there, or we never would've stopped!"

Song of the day

..is Your Honor by Regina Spektor!
"I'm a Pizzatarian..."