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?