Strudel

There are many times when I watch a football match (yes, football - not "soccer", deal with it), see the trainer and think to myself "I could do that so much better". Let's be honest, we've all been there. Screaming at the coach because he does a mindnumbingly daft move or yelled at the players because they simply suck. Imagine how nice it'd be if a normal couch potato got to train a team for a season. I'm convinced they'd do a better job than today's coaches. It'd also be good for a normal, complaining potato to know what it's like there - at the press conferences, at the field and when it really matters. Not to mention the complaints that'd be from all the other potatoes. Because let's face it - fans are never happy.

Llanfairpwllgwyngyll

Did you know that the Prince of Wales... Oh nevermind. I don't know what it is about the Prince of Wales. At least I don't know now, but for some reason I did last night. The Prince of Wales... oh nevermind it's a dream... and then back to sleep. I never talk in my sleep. I snore (and I do it proudly damnit!), but I don't talk. Nor do I actually know the Prince of Wales. I'm not even sure there is one... Hrm, wasn't Princess Diana the Princess of Wales? And didn't she become Princess because she married that dude with the ears? Aha! Evidence seem to point towards Prince Charles in the Wales-question. Interesting. My next project is definitely to find out more about Wales. And to be able to speak Cymraeg - mostly because it's so incredibly weird.

fluffy

I want icecream. With sprinkles. And chocolate sauce. And whipped cream. And meringue. Mmm...

You know, when I have my kids, or devil spawns, I won't let them watch TV. I mean, imagine sitting there day after day and watch teletubbies. Then imagine that you can't move because you're wearing a diaper or because you're in some sort of device which makes it impossible for you to move. For your safety of course. And then imagine hour after hour with teletubbies...

Animal

When in doubt
take the mop out
Give it a whirl
then make a twirl
Enjoy the light
it's nice and bright
Oh and did I mention
that I can feel the tension?
And that this time...
I really hate this rhyme.

Ey, check your phone!

Newspapers are suppose to tell the truth. The whole truth and nothing but the truth. Or well, one would think so anyway. They are suppose to not take sides and just be objective to a situation. Of course, since the news is written by people and people can't stay objective the news itself is of course not objective either. Then we do, of course, have the interests that influence the news. The money that floods into the newspaper production, that pays the salary, that decides what's interesting and what's not.

This is a picture of a crashed train. It crashed on New Year's Day this year and the report to why it crashed it now finished. In the news it says:

The train, which was 140m long and with a weight of 323 tons

kept a speed of about 30km/h.
There were damages on the buffer stop and
150 ties which much be replaced.

A contributing reason to the train's speeding
was that the driver for some reason didn't brake
the train during the drive up to the buffer stop.
(www.sydsvenskan.se)

Now for the fun part, because let's face it - there's always a fun part. A month or so ago I was on my way to the university and sat on a lovely bus on my way to the train station. Directly behind me on this bus was two people talking and discussing this accident. They were both co-workers to the guy who drove the train and apparently he'd fallen asleep and smashed it. It's funny what the news are forced to keep quiet, isn't it?

Don deLouise

I really want to have kids. I'd love to have a tiny baby to love and to hold and to cherish for the rest of my life. Someone that I can teach right and wrong and you know... make into my image...
Of course, having a dog here that doesn't know that "stay off the bed" means that you shouldn't be in the bed really has put me off kids for a while. It's not that I don't want one, it's just that I think I'll wait. Until I'm finished with my studies. Until I'm older. Until I'm rich enough to hire someone to take care of it for me while I'm out having fun. After all, isn't that what good parenting is all about? Teaching the kids to take care of themselves? Hrm, maybe I should hire a horrible nanny. That way the kid would be self dependent from a young age. Yea... yea, I think that's a wonderful idea. I really would be the world's greatest parent. Well, after Homer Simpson, of course.

Starshine

My sister's dog's gonna come and terrorise us tomorrow. That means that I'll have to get up and take him outside to pee several times a day, make sure that he's well fed and provide all the other company that a doggie needs.
This has made me realise that humans really don't master dogs. Dogs really master humans. I mean, I need to take the dog outside since he can't open the door. I have to fix his food since he can't open the bag. I mean, who's really serving who here?

Lampshade

Do you ever find yourself wondering if you should take up that old friendship you had? The friendship that was awesome, but ended for a reason? Lately I find myself wondering if I should do just that. If I should just try and start it again. I think about all the fun we used to have and I miss it. And then I realise why it ended. And why it has stayed the way it has. And it hurts and it sucks and it's really boring, but it's necessary. It's necessary to not have the friendship. How horrible is that?

I think I need more friends... To the friend-making-machine! Oh right... it's broken.

Fiddlesticks!

Luck is to realise that I have books that I haven't read in a long time and that I'd completely forgotten about. It's pretty much like every time I do a proper cleaning and find clothes I'd forgotten I had. In hindsight I may have a tad too much stuff...

You know what? I think I have to become The Flasher. I really do. I mean, I need exercise and fresh air and the bad guys need to be caught, right? And let's face it - who're better to catch them than me? My 50 kilograms are fantastic - I could sit on the baddies until the police comes and then make a dramatic exit by rushing straight into the nearest shop window and having to go to the hospital due to brain damage. Hrm, I think I'm onto something here... I'll get back to you on this - to the costume sketching room!

Hamster

Do you know what's sad? I'm really in the mood for something epic. Movie-wise that is. But I don't feel like Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings or anything like that. No, I feel like Star Trek: Voyager. If only my ten-year-old-self could see me now. The disappointment that would shadow that poor girl's face... It would be so worth it. Going back and time and say "yes, this is what will happen to you - you will watch one part of the Star Trek-series, you will be addicted and you will like it! Oh, and on your spare time you will be addicted to online computer games". I'm pretty sure that the ten year old me would answer "what's online computer games?" and I would have to explain the idea of internet to her. Poor girl. Then again, maybe I could make millions if I came up with a really revolutionary idea then - it could be something that's in every home today. Hrm... where did I put the manual for my time machine...?

Oh, and go see Hot Tub Time Machine. It's better than it seems. Trust me. Or don't. Just go see it.

I believe I can fry!

Sometimes my brain thinks ahead and when it does that the thing I say comes out a little bit as if I can't speak properly. Like now, for instance, when I told mr. English that it'd be better if he turned up dead than not at all. What I meant was that when a person disappears without a trace, it must be better for the relatives and friends if they turn out to be dead than if they're never found. Just for the closure. Of course, the ideal thing is that they just went out to sniff a flower and lost track of their feet.

It's a bit weird though, those people who disappear every year and never turn up. I don't mean the ones who are kidnapped, but the ones who simply... disappear. I mean, how can you just one day decide to walk out the door and not turn back? Never get in touch with your friends and family again? Never look back? Is it too much trouble with money? Friends? The law? Hrm... come to think of it - if I was in trouble with the law I'd probably run for it aswell. I doubt it'd be that hard. Take out all the cash, get on the train, be anonymous, get to the continent, take a boat somewhere. All anonymously. Oh, and of course, don't use electronics. And no, I am not in trouble with the law, and no, this is not how I would do it. I'm simply giving you an example of how it can be done. What surprises me is that people don't do it more. Or maybe they do and they're just stupid and get caught. Then again, if you commit a crime you're pretty damn stupid anyway.

Listen closely...

It's rather amazing, isn't it? Being able to witness the people who fight for a better tomorrow. Being able to follow their struggle for better living conditions and leaders who aren't corrupted. Being able to actually see the impact their opinions have.

The human being adapts. It's in her nature. But what happens when she doesn't want to adapt anymore? When she feels that she's had enough of adaption? I'll tell you what happens. She says that "enough is enough" and stops going along with it. That's what happening all across the world. People say that "no, we don't want to do this anymore" and they stop. It's an amazing thing to see and it's truly inspiring and it's made me think. What if Swedish people were to stand up for their unjustice? What if they were to stand up for the fact that their unemployment benefits are a joke? Or for the fact that the people who make the decisions whether or not you should get paid when you broke your spine and currently can't work just decided that you can and that you therefore won't get paid?
Of course, this isn't nearly as bad as being prosecuted, imprisoned, tortured and killed for your beliefs and I'm not saying that it is. I'm merely comparing the fighting spirits. You see, let me try and explain how this would happen in the Swedish society.

"Come everyone! Let us stand up for the unjustice forced upon us by the government! Let us stop and say 'NO MORE'! Let us stand together and march for what is right!" And the square is filled with hundreds of thousands of people - all of whom want to stop and say "no more". "Let them hear our protests. Let them know that we refuse to take this anymore!" And the sound of agreements and cheers rise from the square. It's the sound of freedom in the making and everywhere you look you can see signs saying Enough is enough and Government go away and We won't take this anymore! Don't take away our rights!. [And here comes the Swedish part.] "It's cold, isn't it? The wind is a bit chilly." And the murmurs go through the crowd 'now that you mention it', 'I do feel cold', 'I'm cold to the bones'. "Let's go inside and warm ourselves. Let's put our signs down on the square here... Maybe they'll see it from their windows. I'm sure they'll know our opinion. Yes, I think they will." And the sound of hundreds of thousands of signs being put down is heard. And the vision of hundreds of thousands of people leaving the square in different directions can be seen. And the sound of the protest is being forever silent as they all go back to their daily life.