Tickle Me!

The fact that you're a smart person who is more able to understand complex concepts than many other people are really draws people to you! But that's not the only thing. Your answers on the test indicate you're great at expressing myself and can be at my best when articulating my ideas or communicating with others. You are a calm, relaxed person who tends to take life in stride, too.

We've found that your particular combination of qualities is rare — only 3 in 10,000 people share the same general mix of traits. Those are great odds if you're trying to show a potential employer, colleague, friend, or date why you're exactly the right person for them.

Finally! After doing about 20 different tests there is one that tell's me something positive about me! Ok, this is not entierly true, tickle tests generally tells me something good, even if I do really badly on the tests. They like to encourage you I believe, but still it's a good thing! Always nice being told nice things me thinks, what do you think?

Don't really have anything interesting to write here again, well I guess it depends on who reads it though, someone may be wery interested in reading about me saying I have nothing to write about. Or just reading my rambleing.. (?) which is good, I like writing about nothing, just sitting here with my keyboard and typing whatever comes to my mind (after some censoring and spelling correction). It tend to be rather blank at times, and at other times it just flows on and on and on and... oooooooooonnnnnnnnn.. Huh, gotto find something interesting to write about! (sorry you who think nothing special is interesting, your wrong) Pringles maybe? I could tell you a story about how they came about, that they were sitting and thinking about how to make more money and make the packages more efficient.. They then looked at leafes (leaves? things that grows on trees, green things [unless its autumn]) and then they looked at chrushed leaves (looked it up in a dictionary, but liked my previous sentence..) and figured they were still leaves even though they where crushed.. Hence they thought, hm, if we crush potatoes, they will still be potatoes even when they are crushed! So they crushed potatoes and then made chips from the crushed ones! And that is how pringles as you know them came about!

So, I'll leave(s) you with that interesting piece of knowledge to go about your day with style and mozzarella flavoured pringles chips!

Lawn Mowers!

How much can I fit into a grass catcher?
Answer : The volume of most domestic grass catchers is 43 litres. Grass catchers used on Master Series models for professionals can hold 55 or 60 litres.

Now you may be wondering where I'm going with this.. Nowhere I'm afraid, had I been my dear friend Smelly, I would be telling you about some interesting thing that had happened in my life that were loosely related to lawn mowers and may or may not have some reference to how much grass you can put in a grass cathers... But I'm me and I won't do such a thing!

Instead I'll tell you about how you can spend a friday night and even show you some pictures and give you some [more or less accurate] quotes.

Steve (my housemate owning the machete) like to come up with new things, and the latest new thing he's come up with is that you invite a bunch of people over for dinner (although it generally resorts to being desert as everyone already have eaten when we get around to inviting them) and when they get here we head of to the shops. At the shops our dear invitees are given the task of buying stuff (food items that have been changed to desert items) where the names make up the entire alphabet.

Last friday we had some people who had already done this new thingy, so there had to be a new element for them.. Hence he gives me the task of writing up a bunch of things in Swedish. So I do, nothing fancy I'm just thinking about a fruitsalad and adding some basic baking stuff to the list. So when people get's here it's off to the shops (except that I'm staying back and waiting for some late come.. but those latecomers happen to see the car convoy going to the shops and decides to follow them.. leaving me waiting).

As we have a few newcomers (not done the alphabet thing before) as well as oldies (done the alphabet thing before) there are two groups, one Swedish one and one Alphabet one. Must say that the Swedish one were much more efficient than the Alphabet one (maybe due to their experience).

Then when everyting is bought it's time to head home and make something! Whatever you want! (which is a little bit of a worry for some people as they tend to prefer being told what to do [Dont worry if this happen to you, just appeal to their creativity and you'll be set, if it doesnt work, just tell them to make pancakes])

There is a lot of fun you can have making pancakes, you can make jaffa pancakes, chocolate jaffa pancakes, chocolate jaffa pancakes with plastic number on them, chocolate plastic pancakes with plastic numbers and some butterflies on them.. the list is endless!

But.. eating all this dessert stuff (we also got fruit, ice cream, chocolate, drinks, corn chips and some other stuff) is not to healty for you, and well it can be noticed in the conversations... Just take the conversation below for instance:

Jo: "What about breasts? You can make implats of drugs"
Trav: "I like breasts"
Jo: "That is good"

All these dessert can also make people do funny things like spitting when they are talking..

Anyways, hope you have been hooked on the "go to the shop and buy random food (changed to dessert) things" idea!

The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant.

Change Me!

Hello Dear blog reader!

Have you ever done a Myers-Briggs test? Or some other test that is similar to it? I have, a couple of times actually, that what you have to do when you do management subjects.. In some subjects this is THE thing, it lets you as a manager select the right people for the right job, and helps you understand why different people behave in different ways. I figured I'm an INFP, but the second time I was a ENFP (I think) and the third time I was an XNXP.. For you who don't know anything about what these letters stand for here's a little description:

• First letter can either be E (extrovert) or I (introvert)
• Second letter can be either N (intuitive) or S (sensing)
• Third letter can be F (feeling) or T (thinking)
• Fourth letter can be J (judging) or P (perceiving)

I you want to know more about it just follow this link and if you want to do a little online based one click on this link. Btw, the X is not a real letter it is just that the test coldnt figure out what type I were...

Anywas, last week in my "Understanding Leadership" unit I got told that this test isn't all that brilliant as it tended to put everything in black and white.

Example: Let's say you score 48 on the J-P scale and below 50 is J and above 50 is P (I'm just making up numbers) then the test would say that your a J and you would then be as much a J as your friend Judgoman who scored 1 on the test.. And well, let's face it your not nearly as organized as Judgoman, the guy organizes everything before he comes to some conclusion...

So, lo and behold, there is another test that is emerging, and this is called the Big Five (or Five-Factor personaility model) and this one have 5 different "Buckets" each consisting of 6 characteristics and you score on a continous scale (but the divied you into 3 things in the end anyways to make it easier).

So, I headed over to this site and spent about 40 mins or so answering 200+ questions (they do have a shorter one as well) and with some trepiditation (?) pressed the final button to get the verdict on who I am (hoping it would tell me how amazlingly great I am)...

Well, this is who I am:

• Yore on Extraversion is average, indicating you are neither a subdued loner nor a jovial chatterbox. You enjoy time with others but also time alone.
  
• Your level of Agreeableness is average, indicating some concern with others' Needs, but, generally, unwillingness to sacrifice yourself for others.
• Your score on Conscientiousness is low, indicating you like to live for the moment and do what feels good now. Your work tends to be careless and disorganized.
• Your score on Neuroticism is average, indicating that your level of emotional reactivity is typical of the general population. Stressful and frustrating situations are somewhat upsetting to you, but you are generally able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations.
• Your score on Openness to Experience is low, indicating you like to think in plain and simple terms. Others describe you as down-to-earth, practical, and conservative.

This is what I thought about it:

• Extroversion don't have any problems with really except that I told me that I wasn't very cheerful (19) but I was very gregarious (95%)....
  
• Agreeableness is ok, I care about people but not as much as sometimes would be good, by some reason I'm pretty crap at coopretation (31) which is what I thought I would be good at as I much prefer working with people.
• Concientiousness (8) this one is pretty strange got an 8 (out of a 100) in total on this.. 0 in self-efficiacy (*despair!!*) 7 in orderliness (....!!) and 0 in cautiousness... Hence I don't believe I can achieve anything, but that's ok because I don't care if I fail and I most certainly will make a big mess while Im at it...
• Neuroticisim (62) fairly balanced on this one.. so not much to say more than that I'm rather vulnerable.. so don't hurt me!
  
• Openness to Experience (27) here's where I'm thinking this test is weird, I love testing new things! Ok, it tell's me I'm rather adventurous (76) but not overly imaginative (46) neither am I very intellectual (16) and my artistic interest is amazing at 1.... Hence, I would really like doing something adventurous but don't expect me to come up with any brilliant ideas, play with any ideas and count me out if you intend to go to some art gallery....
  

"Meh!" I say, "Change me!" i say as well and not to forget "I am not a hamster!" I also say (although I can't understand why..)

If you read through this long as post here's a reward for you:

Dyslexic child receives present from Satan, news at seven...

This is supposed to be a religious joke, got it from this (Something for Matt?) site, but can't figure out what it says.. so let me know if you do

its me

Simon Says

This is a note from my dear friend and colleague Simon.

i smell like poo poo and pee pee yes i do yes i do!!! don't leave stuff logged on at work !!! ie. note to self

I assume this is something we all need to watch out for: forgetting to log out of things, I tend to forget to log out from msn and that is not always a good idea.. Mostly my name changes into something like "i smell like poo poo and pee pee" and it's generally by named colleague.. (hence the somewhat similar post on this blog)

Not that I'm complaining, it does keep me on my toes and I have to remember things (which for me is a rather tricky business as my memory seems to have gone on a vacation about 20 years ago and havent got back yet) which is somewhat good (that I have to remember things, not that my memory is missing).

So, let this be a warning to all of you's: "Always make sure you log out of stuff!" (or for web stuff, atlest close the browser, not just one window or a tab, but all of them).

And to Simon: I know where you letterbox lives!

Can't figure out a good enough title

So, Sweden won the World Cup in ice hockey last night! Strangely I don't feel to excited, even though they won 4-0 against the Chechs and we were the first country ever to win the world cup and the olympics the same year. I'm thinking this may have something to do with the fact that I haven't been able to watch a single game (either of the world cup or the olympics) and as such haven't had any reason for biting my nails and swearing at the referee (not that I do a lot of swearing, just a figure of speach). And for meet I seem to need to do that, getting emotianally involved requries a bit of effort for me (mostly) and some external stimuli (....)

The second article (on my favourite swedish newspaper) that caught my eye (after the hockye one) today was (freely translated): "The home, the most dangerous place for women" apparently, ladies, the place where you should be the most afraid is at home. And be especially vary of the guys you know, if you have or have had a relationship with them you should be extra vary. This is a rather serious issue (have to be serious sometime) and I cannot understand why guys would assult or try to rape their girlfriends, exgirlfriends, or friends' girlfriends, stupid.

A bit later when I were at uni (doing my "understanding leadership" unit) I learned something that may (and may not) offer one explanation as to why this is the case: When you are at home you feel safe, you feel that you can do anything, nobody sees you. so you drop your inhibitors and become the real you. And I think this is a true thing, think about yourself, when your at home do you do things that you wouldnt do if you were at someone elses place (like mine)?

Not saying that that is any excuse whatsovever for doing stupid things (like bashing someone up) only that it may be one explanation why people that seem really nice can be totally different. They are acting! Scary though, how do you know a person for real? What if I meet this amazing young lady that seems so perfect and we end up getting married and when we get home and she get's settled in the house and start to feel secure she turns out to have this obsession with hitting me in the head with cutting boards...

This post isn't working at all; can't work under preassure....

Back in Europe..

So, last night was the Eurovision Song Contest back in Europe... Think it is possible to watch it down here somehow as well, but that would require some effort. And as I cannot say I'm overly interested in watching it that won't do (spending energy finding out how to watch the ESC that is). So I'm quite happy reading about the thing on some swedish newspapers (as always Sweden is favourites to win the contest, in Swedish news papers that is, before the contest).

But one interesting thing is that Finland won this year... and as all Finns they are very good looking (as can be seen from the picture above). If you want to listen to the song click on this link.

But a much more interesting piece of news is that Sweden won thir semi final against Canada! This is in the world cup of ice hockey for you guys who don't know. So, now were in the final.. playing agains the Chech's. We haven't won the WC since 1995... and NO ONE has won both the WC and the Olympics the same year before (we won the olympics agains those good looking finns earlier this year) so that will be interesting. Not that I can watch it down here, no no, I'm limited to watching rugby or another type of rugby or a third kind of running around with the ball and tackle eachother a bit and call it football...........!!!!!

Anyways, hope your day is full of roses and good food

Talk to me!

The meaning of this post is to figure out one of lifes great mysteries:

• How to get people to start talking to/with me

I mean, there are many people out there that I don't know that I potentially could become very good friends with, but only if we happen to start talking to each other, but how do you get them to talk to you? Anywhere, online, at the pub, down at the corner at the place selling roasts but doesn't take efpos, at the gym, you meet people every where (oh, forgot, uni and work) but very seldom the just randomly start talking to you (and if they do they are most certanly not that deadly hot young woman that they eyes seem to have locked on to but some one wanting to get 50c for "a train ticket"). Why is this? And how to change it?

I'm already working on the problem of getting people to CONTINUE talking to you as I went and bought this book called "How to have a beautiful mind" that starts like this:

There is this beautiful woman at a cocktail party. She has flawless skin, elegant clothes and a perfect figure. Surprisingly, she seems to be much on her own. People come up to her and quickly drift away. Then there is this short, balding and mousy man. He is always surrounded by people in animated conversation with him. What is going on?

The book then goes on to say that the woman has a boring mind and the man has a beautiful mind and that is why everyone is talking to him and not here (for any long time anyways). It then says this:

But there is much more that you can do to make your mind more beautiful. That is exactly what this book is about. This book tells you what to do to make your mind more beautiful

So basically I have that part figured out (when I finished the book that is, a couple of times) so when people start talking to me they never want to stop because my mind is so amazingly beautiful (may be some flaws in this but I can't find any obvious ones)

But... there is always a but, how to get people to start talking to me? The above example confuses me a bit, people come up to this lady and start talking to her, they probably do this because she is hot. So one theory could be "Look hot and people will start talking to you". But people start talking to the balding mousy man as well, why is that? Is it because a lot of other people talks to him? Is it because his mind is so beautiful that it radiates come-talk-to-meness? Or is there something else?

I am at a loss here, so if you have any suggestions please typ a comment or two and enlighten me... oh, and if you know how to get people on msn to start talking to me as well... Maybe it is about having a beautiful symbol and a witty text?

Other news from around the world: Smileys blog is not updated today.. What is going on young Campbell running out of things to write?

Dissapointment

So, two posts in two days, and some great review from my dear friend Smelly, you should check out his blog if you havent (it's under the important people section). Good to have friends one must admit, only problem is that I now have some preassure on this blog being somewhat witty and interesting... Such preassure...

But today, no preassure, only sorrow and sadness.. Arsenal lost to Barcelona in the Champions League final... 2 - 1 and with 10 men for most of the game (stupid norwegian referee's), heroes they where, and Sol.. coming back and finally scoring a goal that isn't disallowed in an important game! That's when I though, hey, this may work.. Even got reinforced a little later when Eto'o hit the post (saved by Manuel). But I'm jumping ahead of myself...

4.40am.. Alarm clock rings, I probably wake up and turn it of (must have) and continue dreaming about something I thought I remembered but don't, think it was something about some doctors or stuff like that. Probably dodgey as my dreams tend to be.. so no more about that.

4.50 Poor Pete is getting tired of waiting outside our locked door (no perseverance in that young man) and start nocking on the door and ringing the door bell. So as not to get into to much trouble from my other 5 housemates I manage to get out of my dream and bed and let him in. I mean, it is the Champions League final!

4.53 Start watching the game (missed the first 7 minutes due to my dreaming..) but the game is underway!

5.03 (or there abouts) Someone (probably Ronaldhino) hits a through ball through our defence and Eto'o runs for it only to get tripped by Jens. A goal happens anyways but the ref have decided to blow for a free kick and send Jens off. Brilliant!

5.20 (something) Sol the man Campbell goes up and heads the ball in the back of the net from a free kick! After brilliant acting by Eboue.. Where up 1 - 0 with 10 men!

5.30ish Get the car and head over to Matt's place to watch the second half (let my poor housemates sleep)

Then there is the second half where we play rather nice for 30 minutes and have a few chances before ^%#^%^ Henrik Larson comes on and starts passing the ball around for Barca, set's up Eto'o in the 77th minute (although Eto'o was offside) and then he set's up Beletti in the 81st... Game over.

Conclusion: Sport is cruel, Norwegian Referees are not my favourite people in the world and Sport is generally about 90% missery, 5% Joy and 5% indifference. So why do we care??!!! But we do, oh we do...

Opening Ceremony

I have a blog!

I have not really been planning to have a blog, but as more and more people seem to have blogs and I don't (have a nagging feeling that I have started a blog somewhere before though) I though it time to make one. My reasons for it are best left unsaid

But one reason for starting a blog today is that I actually have something to report for once.. DragonForce concert! For you (un)fortunate many that have no clue who or what Dragonforce is I can tell you that they are an english power metal band, supposedly the "fastes f***ing band in the whole f***ing world" (or something like that). Anyways, to this concert I went yesterday dressed as I am mostly: light begie pants and a light begie t-shirt. Not entierly the right clothing on a concert like this, you are supposed to wear black. Preferably black jeans and a black T-shirt with some funky image of some mythical creature on it. If you have long hair that is also a bonus.. Luckily for me I wasn't the only white sheep in the crowd, I counted a couple of others as well. Got there at about 7.30ish (gates where at 7) and found out that the actual concert didn't start until 9.. But... There was this other band, Dark Majesty, that would play before hand (from 8) so well could listen to them then. Not that they turned out to be very good, they had some skills I assume (being totally unmusically gifter myself) but they were nothing special. The lead singer tried saying the f word a couple of times to show how cool he was, but didn't really work for him. Rather loud it was as well..

Then, at 9 we had some sound guys coming on stage! They were setting up things and testing the sound out (why they bother I cannot understand) and then Dragonforce arrived at 9.15ish. And I learned a secret, the first thing to bring to a concert is not the ticket it is EAR PLUGS!!! Man it was loud (went to see Steven Curtis Chapman a few weeks ago and though that was loud, I was wrong) my poor ears felt rather violated, not just by the music either (couldn't make out much of the lyrics so no harm done there) but I could hear most of what the singer were saying.. Like: "are there any mother f***ers in here?" and you have all this people going "YEEEAAH!" and he says something like "That was pathetic, I said are there any mother f***ers in here!!??" Apparently saying the f word a whole lot in a concert decides how good it is...

Oh, when my ears couldnt handle things any more and told me to go out for a while the nice lady at the checkout called me a "something something freak" because I, stupidly, didnt know that she needed to stamp the underside of my arm..

After a few minutes of niceness to my ears it was back in again! For about the same thing for another 40 min.. lots of swearing of "Hey!"ing and stuff. Also spent a whole lot of time trying to figure out if they were playing the same song over and over again...

So my conclusion of my first and probably last power metal concert is that
1, Bring ear plugs
2 bring ear plugs
3 dress in black
4 bring ear plugs
5 be sure you like being insulted
6 bring ear plugs
7 know the exact lyrics, no way you have a clue what they are sining if not
8 bring ear plugs

So ends my first blog posting...