Fly from the highest swing.

If I close my eyes and cup my hand I can imagine that I hold a ball of fire. I can feel it burn and I can see it sparkle, but only when I have my eyes closed. When I open them and actually look at my cupped hand I just see my hand in a strange position. The ball is white and it's not very big, but it's there. It's warm and it's bright. I'm not really the kind of person who should be able to create balls of fire so it's probably a good thing that it's not really there. Probably. I'm excellent at what I do, so I'd probably be excellent with a ball of fire. I'm awesome and incredibly and excellent. At what I do. Only... I don't actually have something I do. Yet. I don't have anything I do incredibly well. Yet. Unless you count the gaming. I'm very good at that. Or the writing. I'm really good at that. In fact, I'm better at that then the gaming and that says a lot. That's why I, at 0:35am on a Friday night, cup my hand and pretend that there's a ball of white fire burning there. It's easier to write fantastic stories if they can be visualised. So that's what I'm doing. If I can see it, it'll come true. And it will be magical.

This made no sense, but it wasn't meant to be. Have a nice day.

Die and arise!

The sun is shining... The weather is sweet... Woke up with a headache... and nauseaus feet... (it was my stomache, but that doesn't work with the tune.) I don't know what it is with Good Friday that makes me wake up after strange dreams, but for some reason I always do. Last night I dreamt that one of my best friends died. The sad thing is that this wasn't the first time I've dreamt it. The mind works in mysterious ways - certainly since my friend is very much alive.
Maybe it's Jesus's idea of a joke - I suffered so you have to suffer too! Or maybe he just doesn't care and sits somewhere with Elvis, J.F.K., Martin Luther King Jr. and Marilyn Monroe and sigh over how terrible the world have been. "Have you been to Sweden lately? All those paper eggs... Not to mention all those chickens! That wasn't my message at all!" Not to mention Elvis's answer "All I wanted was to drive a truck and they forced me into a white pyjamas! I feel your pain, man".

The Power of Easter sure works in mysterious ways. Now - time to hunt some chickens!

Candi & Muffyn

Have you ever found yourself in one of those situations when something fucks up and you know exactly what to do without knowing how or why you know it? More and more lately I find myself in that situation when it comes to computers. I guess it comes with being a computer gamer and hearing a lot of talk about computers. It might also be because I find it important to have a proper tool for your hobby, which, in this case, is my computer. Since I got my pc in 2006 I've changed everything in it except the cd-rom drive at least once. The motherboard, graphics card, power supply, ram memory, harddisk drive... In 2006 this was a fabulous computer and now it's my pride and joy. How the hell did that happen?!

Oh, and I haven't spillt anything on it even once. I reserve that for Mr. English's laptops and Mr. English's laptops only.

Quidditch

I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses.
I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory
and even put a stopper in Death.
/Severus Snape in "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"

Alan Rickman. Alan. Rickman. I don't think anyone can do the role of Severus Snape as well as he can. In fact, he does it so well that me and Mr. English have a deal. We're allowed to sex Alan Rickman without the whole problem of cheating. Isn't that nice? I think more couples should have ideas like this. No, not threesomes. Just you know, someone they can sex without the shouting and misunderstanding and god knows what else.

More Alan Rickman to the people! And no, I'm almost not allowed to watch Harry Potter anymore. Why not? Because I have a tendency to quote every line...

borderline addictive personality

There are some things you know that just stay at the back of your head. Then there are those kinds of knowledge that you use in your everyday life - like crossing road when car is speeding really really fast = bad.

I was just watching Sorority Row. I can't say I've been wanting to watch it for some time or that I even knew what kind of movie it was, but I watched it none the less. To quote Mr. English: "It has to be the worst pile of tripe I've ever seen in my life". It's predictable, it's flimsy and, although it hurts me, I have to admit that it was a rather entertaining movie. You know, the way Scream is entertaining. This is where I get to the point about how some knowledge gets stored. You see, there is one point in the movie that really gets to me (well several really, but one in particular). They're in the woods and they can't get any reception on their cell phones so they can't call the police. I get that. I respect that. It makes sense. IF it wasn't for the fact that ALL American cell phones UNDER LAW must be able to call 911 at any time. That means without reception, without a sim card and without money. I know it's a small thing, but in a movie where the cell phone is sort of central you'd think they'd actually make it right. How do I know this by the way? From QI - Stephen Fry never lies.

And now for something completely different. Valentine - the only horror movie I've seen at the cinema and the only movie I've yawned at because it bored me so much.

starlight

Harry... Potter...

Isn't that the best kind of book there is? Sure, Joanne Kathleen Rowling (you'll thank me at your next pubquiz) took a bit here and took a bit there, but I mean she really did mash it up to something of her own, didn't she?
I've been a very big fan of her books ever since I read the first one (January something 2001) because they are bloody fantastic. Still... more and more lately I've been wondering why they just don't pick up a gun and shoot at each other. I mean surely that must be so much easier than trying all these wimsy spells all the time. Of course, maybe they can actually heal from those kinds of wounds... that would explain a lot. It's a shame that there aren't more books really - so many questions are left unanswered. Then again, at least J.K. Rowling knows when to stop. More cred to her for that.

Now... to the magic-making-mobile!

Watch over me

Some days are just worse than others and some days are just better than others. It's the way it is. The only thing one can do about it is to accept it. Yesterday I found mold in the kitchen ceiling. I'm fairly sure it comes from one of the neighbouring appartments which sprung a leak in the bathroom a while ago, but I sort of wished it would stay hell away from my kitchen. I know that it's a new infestation since I repainted the kitchen last year and saw nothing then. And now of course I worry about the fact that it'll spread, take over my whole kitchen and turn it into a swamp where an evil monster reign from the fridge. It's more than possible, you know - I've seen it happen.
Anyway, I decided to just accept it. For now. The mold is there, it won't go away and I'll have my parents over to check on it this weekend. Until then I'm gonna enjoy Mr. English, the weather and the fact that I don't own a cat. (I don't know where this originated, but it's damn funny! Been looking for it for years. Or well - wanting to read it again, if I'd been looking I would've found it by now.)

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

"When we arrived at the ninth hole..."

I currently have a shitload of bruises on my legs. How did that happen? I'm pretty sure I haven't walked into... Let's just scratch that last part, because let's face it - I probably have.

Today I decided on some luxury in my ordinary daily life. That luxury involves skin care lotion, hand creme and foot creme. Sometimes I wonder if my life is incredibly boring or if my standards are just too low. What do you think? You're right. I really do need to go outside more.