Stars

Yesterday night (or early this morning if you wanna be picky) I had a vision. It was a wonderous, glorious vision and I had to stop myself from running around like a mad person trying to make it come true. Instead I went to sleep and woke up wonderfully happy this morning (afternoon) all ready to try if my vision was true. I plugged in a cord to my supernintendo and it worked! It's like a dream come true! The bastard turns 20 next year and it bloody works! Okay, so I had a slight problem with the screen, but I think that's more cultural differences between the TV and the console, then the actual console itself. It was like being born again. With horrible graphics.

Hulk smash!

I've been thinking. Yes, thank you, my head hurts a little, but not that much. I think it's a practise-thing. The more you practise thinking, the less it hurts. The point is that I was thinking. About how easy it would be to disappear if you really wanted to. I mean, first I would buy a pack of hair colour and dye my hair. Then I would remove all the money from my bank account over a series of days. After that I would exchange the currency to American dollars - they're valid in so many more countries than the Swedish Krona. After that I would make sure that I've left everything electronical at home - I mean, let's be honest, people who want to be found bring their cellphones - and buy a ticket for the train or boat, something that doesn't require an ID.
Now, let's assume that I don't want to go to Switzerland (where I could just hide in a coo-coo-clock and eat chocolate all day long). I'd get down to Africa and hide somewhere without electricity. Sure, I'd be known as "the white chick" or something like that, but I would disappear from Europe. And I'd be fucking hard to find. I'm just saying...

Fluffball!

The Star Wars-saga is a fantastic story. It's an incredibly detailed world where George Lucas have full merchandising rights. Well done 20th Century Fox. Not a big number you missed out on there. Anyway, despite the fun and awe-factor this epic tale it's a really fucked up story. Number four to six (or original story) have two siblings where one is in love with the other. They even share a kiss! You know, in the old days that was considered a crime. "Blood shame" they called it.
Then the first three movies, or the terrible terrible mistake, whichever you want. In the first movie Ms. Padmé Amidala is about the same age that she is in the other two, whereas Anakin Skywalker is a kid in the first movie, then a teenager and then a guy in his early twenties. Now, either Ms. Amidala is some sort of superbeing who doesn't age or she's the worst pedophelian the moviescreen's seen in a long time. How Natalie Portman's movie career survived this really is beyond me, but well done.

Long live Jar-Jar Binks! Mee-sa so sorry. Enough said.

stains

There's something I've been wondering for a while now. When did actions stop having reactions and consequences? Did the world just wake up one day and decide that "from now on every consequence will be illegal"? I just don't get it. Did people get more stupid in the past ten years? Take people who jump up on top of trains for example. Let's say they're two this time. They're immensely surprised when one of them dies due to an electric shock and you see the second person in tears in the news stating "I never thought this would happen". Well... let me tell you how it works in terms that you can understand. Trains run on electricity. Electricity is bad. Stay the fuck away from it.

I don't know. Maybe I'm expecting too much from people. Maybe I want to think that they're not all idiots without brains, but sometimes I just can't help but wonder... It might be time for the Flasher soon. Defender of consequence and the right to walk around in underwear in public.

Dandelions in the Wind.

I feel like I'm in a strange movie from the 1950's. Not because I'm wearing a red dress with white dots (I'm not) or because I can hear new music on the jukebox (there's none here). No, it's because of the white lab coat I'm wearing. For some reason it makes me feel like I'm a nurse in a 1950's hospital. It's shapeless, go down below the knees and is just incredibly ugly. Then again, I'm working in a lab at 11:24pm so who am I to complain about the way I'm dressed. I doubt anyone will care anyway. Between you and me, I do feel kinda cool being in that 50's movie. I think I'll be the evil nurse. For some reason I always wanted to be the evil character. It seems so much more fun than being the good guy. You get to wear cooler clothes, do freakier things and you can tell people to go where the pepper grows (aren't Swedish insults just fantastic?) - it sounds wonderful to me! Then again... could my superhero alter ego, the Flasher, be evil? I mean, a superhero can't be evil, can she? Doesn't that sort of go against the whole rule of being a superhero? Hrm, I'll get back to you on this. Together with a really cool outfit. Just for you.

Baloon animals

"My grandfather was Jewish so I'm a quarter Jewish." There's nothing special about that, it's just the way it is. However: "my grandmother was Muslim so I'm a quarter Muslim" or "my mother is a Hindu so I'm half Hindu" doesn't work as well. Why is that? You can't inherit religion like you can with eye colour or colour blindness. It's not something at the tip of the x-cromosome that injects you with religion. You can grow up with the culture and the traditions of a religion, but you can't inherit it, it's technically impossible. Yet people don't seem to know this. They seem to think that it's perfectly alright to call themselves "a quarter Jewish" like others would refer to themselves as a "quarter Irish". I've known a lot of Muslims in my days and not a single one of them have ever referred to themselves as "half/quarter/three eights Jewish". Maybe I should refer to myself as a "quarter Christian". Not that I know for sure if my grandparents were Christians, but I assume more or less everyone in Sweden was 80 years ago. Then again, considering only one of my grandparents was Swedish maybe I have parts of other religions in me aswell. I might be both Catholic and Protestant (yes yes, I know it's the same thing and that they differ on divorce and contraception, but it's more fun this way), Jewish, Muslim. Who knows - I might even be a Buddhist or a Hindu! Oh, the suspense!