Mattias' Blog

Ranting

2010-10-17T00:48:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer:

Note, dear reader, that this blog is primarily just me doing some therapeutic (which incidentally was a difficult word to spell..) ranting, just so your warned and don't expect anything particularly exciting and edifying...

Reading a book about climate change (this being a negative, but possible true, book about global warming. Negative that is in the sense that it takes a pretty bleak outlook on the future. Which is rather fine by me, right now I have a rather bleak view of the future as well, so were kinda linking on some level or another, me and the book..) called "Requiem for a Species" by Clive Hamilton, somehow linked to climate change he makes this statement, or possibly he quotes someone (talking about growth and the fixation thereof) :

It would be a society in which we nurture things the things that really do improve our wellbeing, rather than dreaming evermore of the things we that only money can buy

Now I sort of agree with him, but the thing (and I can't exactly find the quote so I'm not sure if my slightly gloomy mind invented it all by itself) that annoyed me is when he allures to the fact that we instead of buying stuff should focus on the things that really matters. Well, that is fine, but often what may "really matter" that money can't buy are things we cant have. Or at least I can't have. I apologize profusely, I should not generalize (bloody american spell checking and their Zs) and assume you, dear reader, are like me. So I buy stuff, not necessarily because I think buying stuff is all that fantastic and I really need this random thing I found that "will change your life from grey to sparkling red and orange!" is of all the much interest to me, nor that I think my life somehow will become all sparkling or red and orange. No, I buy it because it's a substitute, it's something I can have, all I have to do is type some numbers into a little box on the computer and click a button, or give a little plastic card to some person in a shop. Easy. What I really want isn't that simple to get. So, to say I'm somehow a slave to consumerism...??

It's the same with a lot of things, porn for example, crappiest piece of shit ever, gives you nothing, degrades everyone involved, but it's an easy substitute for something that we as humans tend to want. Crap. I think it's the same with, hmm, chocolate, I bet it's a substitute for something as well, mangoes perhaps? You know you really want a mango, and you know that a mango is good for you, but can you get a mango? Yes, you can, so crap example.. But still, when you go to the shop where they sell both mangoes and chocolate, by some reason it's much easier to justify paying $4 for 200g of chocolate than for a mango.. And the mango is heavier than the chocolate.. Nor does it pollute the environment quite as much (unless of course you live in ripe chocolate growing country, with no mangoes anywhere within 10000km and the only way to get the mangoes to your remote part of the world [that have heaps of chocolate factories] they have to travel, one by one, on an oil tanker) or make your throat all sticky and yucky.. Weird.

Wonder if were just (including you somehow, see how I sneak-illy used the, possibly to interpret as first person, "you" earlier?) weird as humans? Why do we do the things we do? Why do we think the way we do? Why do we say the things we do? Why do we say things we later regret? Why do we take ourselves so seriously? Why do we have hair on useless places? Why do we believe in things we can't see? Why don't we believe things we can see? What would happen if we could see everything, like bacteria etc? Why do we like to see others get hurt, or hurt others? Why do we want more than others? Why are we so terribly short sighted? Why do we have emotions? Why do we fear? Why do I write all these things right now?

I do wonder about these things though, not all of them all the time, but at various times I do wonder about them. I also wonder stuff like "what happens if I were to jump from this very high building? Would I manage to miss the ground?" and "am I a product of my environment?", mostly though I wonder about what to eat, what to wear, what to say to someone, what to do on the weekend, what to do at night, how to score that important goal? And, how to somehow for the moment forget I'm feeling very sorry for myself? Drugs? Have you ever tried them? Useful are they? Strongest drug I have ever tried is, hm, coffee I think, or possible one of those green sticks the ambos give you.. I like those sticks, makes you happy.. But figure it would look a bit silly going around sucking on a green stick all the time...

I may have somewhat lost my thread, although I have a feeling there never was much of a thread to start with so if that is the case I cannot have lost my thread. I'm good at loosing things though, one of my strengths. And forgetting things. Another one. Being somewhat absent-minded is also one of my strengths. Pretty awesome skills to have these. The things you can do with them! Forget to lock your car, forget to close the sunroof of the car, forget you wallet, forget your keys, lock yourself out of the house, forget to do something else that may or may not have been important to a third party. Somehow get surprised by the fact that you did all these things, and suddenly forget about it as a cow was chewing grass..

Eh, maybe should stop here.. Even though this being somewhat creative is good for my mind and helps me do something else than brood.. Still, there is only so long you can write about very little. I could write about our minds.. How they trick us into all sorts of things? No, that would be bad of me as I know very little about how our minds actually work, except from some book I have read on the subject that most probably are very populist..

Out.

Why Space travel is important

2010-08-31T03:03:00.000-07:00

So, blog, your still here hey.. Quite kind of you to wait all this time for me. Rather touching actually. Who or what else would wait faithfully on me (or possible you, whoever you may be) for months and months, just in the hope that you one day will grace them with your presence? Anyway, this have nothing to do with space travel.. but it's ok, I'm sick (no, not like that). Which neither have anything to do with space travel, or it could..

So, you may wonder. You got nothing about this space travel thing (apart from writing it over and over) it's not important. Well, you could be right of course, but I think your wrong. There are a couple of reasons, neither of will be particularly well covered in this post, but may and may not be mentioned. I just like it.

But, as "I just like it" may not be a particularly compelling argument (or convincing for that matter) in your eyes, I will try to explain what I mean.

The first reason for it is: Exploring!!! Thing about all those guys back in the days, setting sail to unknown lands (or known lands, but just happening to stumble upon the wrong one). Think about their adventures, hardships and (sorry) general manliness. What can I explore? The internet? Or somewhere where someone else have already been exploring? What's the point in that? Where is the excitement? Think if we had the opportunity to ~~boldly go where no man has ever gone before~~ find new, unexplored places, where we can slap down a flag and say "I, clam this for for all time!". And think of the thrill of getting there before those evil other country/company people! Now people would have much better things to do than being bored and having to spice up their lives with unproductive stuff as blowing them self up, growing tea, drinking to much XXXX Gold etc.

The second reason is: Extinction, unless we figure out a way to travel from this little (albeit very pretty and dear to me) rock somewhere in this vast thing called space, well, one day this rock will not be so pretty and habitable any more. So, we need to be able to move somewhere else. "Bah, this is millions of years away" you say, but.. Who knows? You could be right, but stop being such a selfish bastard.. Think about those great-great-great-great-great-fairly average- great-to be hones quite rubbish-normal-great-pretty old grand children you may have. They deserve somewhere to live!

The third reason: What else? If were not spending money on space travel, what should we spend it on? Were going to write something about cancer, and it not being so important as many more people die of hunger each year.. Admittedly that is true, something like 25,000 people (although figures vary quite drastically) die of hunger each day. Which is about 9,125 million people each year. While 7.9 million people die each year of cancer.. Now there would probably be more people than 9.124 million that indirectly die due to lack of food.. Then it is possible as well that people that die of cancer are much older than those that die due to lack of food. Either way, cheap to give food to people.. But gosh many people die of cancer.. So, well, there are other things to spend money on, but spending money on stuff like space travel should in theory create more money to spend on other stuff. As we'll have much more things to make money of.

The fourth reason: Trickle down effect, lots of really good stuff will be invented that can be used in other areas of life. If we come up with some kind of propulsion system for space ships, well, it will have to be pretty amazing so we can most probably use it to generate electricity in a very efficient way here on earth as well. And, well get more useful stuff like Teflon!

Convinced?

Those things...

2010-04-08T01:32:00.000-07:00

So, a little "facts from life blog this time"...

Car Rental Companies and Banks, could be the sub heading..

So (I like So, nice little intro.. can not be over used, So, it can even change to Soooooo, and be a kind of question, meaning lots of things. Useful word. So.), I went to Canada late last year, and rented a car. Had rented this nice little Dodge thingy through my travel agent. Got to Vancouver, went to pick it up, and oh, it's one of those "similar" cars! A Toyota Yaris! Super excitement! Oh, and we don't have winter tires, they are illegal in Vancouver. And, no, you can't put snow chains on a rental car... Oh, your not allowed to drive to Jasper without snow tires or chains. But you can rent a 4WD, only another 3-400 dollars.. So (did I say I liked that word?), a couple of hundred dollars poorer, but, hey, a Jeep Grand Cherokee thats gone 15ks!

Later were driving along a road, littered with small pebbles (as they put those on the roads the Canadians..) and CRACK! one of the little pebbles hit the windscreen, leaving a nice little mark. %$#$^%#$% we thought, but, me being Swedish (and not learned my lesson with the winter tires) thought, well, that SURELY have to be classified as wear n tear.... WRONG!

You'll have to pay for that, you do have an insurance, so you only need to pay CA$250 for that and the weeny tiny scratch we found that you didn't see..

Oh, well, my travel insurance will pay for the excess, no worries.

A month or so later:

You will need to pay us CA$250, let us know if you have any questions, if not we'll take it from your card.

No worries.

2 months later:

Bank lady: Your card has been compromised!

Me: What, how where?

Bank lady: In Canada!

Me: Oh, that may be legit, how much did they take?

Bank lady: Eh, what? Your card is compromised

Me: Yes, you said, but it may be legit.

Bank lady (bit annoyed): The transaction may be legit but your magnetic strip have been compromised. The security department told me.

Me: Ok, but..

Bank lady: You want to cancel your card or not?

Me: Ok

Bank lady: Good, we'll send you a new card. Anything else I can help you with?

Me: No

So, card cancelled.

Then, yesterday:

YOUR DELINQUENT ACCOUNT HAS BEEN PLACED WITH OUR COLLECTION DIVISION FOR IMMEDIATE COLLECTION ACTION

PAYMENT IN FULL TO CREDIFAX ONTARIO LIMITED IS REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY

FAILURE TO PAY WILL RESULT IN FURTHER ACTION BEING TAKEN AGAINST YOU WHICH MAY REFLECT ON YOUR CREDIT HISTORY

GOVERN YOURSELF ACCORDINGLY

MRS POWELL

Very nice I though, especially the use of all CAPITALS.. So I wrote back:

I got a letter saying:

YOUR DELINQUENT ACCOUNT HAS BEEN PLACED WITH OUR COLLECTION DIVISION FOR IMMEDIATE COLLECTION ACTION

PAYMENT IN FULL TO CREDIFAX ONTARIO LIMITED IS REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY

FAILURE TO PAY WILL RESULT IN FURTHER ACTION BEING TAKEN AGAINST YOU WHICH MAY REFLECT ON YOUR CREDIT HISTORY

GOVERN YOURSELF ACCORDINGLY

MRS POWELL

Disregarding why I get this letter and it's kind words, how do I pay it? It kindly says to

*** PLEASE DETACH AND RETURN TOP PORTION WITH YOUR PAYMENT ***

Return where? Ontario? I have no problems paying it, as it was always my intention to do so. The only reason I haven't do so far is

that I was waiting for Thrifty to take the money from my credit card as that was how I understood the letter sent to me. Two weeks ago

my bank calls me and tells me to cancel my credit card as my magnetic strip had been "compromised" in Vancouver..

My question is, how, as I live in Australia, do I pay these CA$250? Credit card? Bank transfer?

Regards,

Karl Mattias Carlehall

And figured I better call my bank again:

Me: Hello, I'd like to check on why my card got cancelled.

Bank Chap: It got reported as stolen

Me: Eh? Stolen? I didn't report it as stolen

Bank Chap: So you have the card?

Me: No, it got cancelled so I cut it up and threw it away

Bank Chap: ..

Me: I just want to know why it got cancelled, if someone tried to take money from it and how much that was

Bank Chap: Ah, I'll check it up for you

Me: ok

Bank Chap (after a little wait): I'm happy to say that your balance is only $2 so nothing got taken

Me: Yes, but that wasn't what I asked..? I want to know if someone tried to take money from my and that was why my card got classified as compromised

Bank Chap: Rest assured, no money got taken from you account. And we'll send you a new card in the mail. You only need to give us a call when you get it and we can activate it. Is there anything else I can help you with?

Me: ...

Useful phone call.. Also, I forgot, I called them on Sunday as well, asking when my card was supposed to come.. when she said it will be at yours at ABSOLUTELY latest Wednesday.. Which, was yesterday...

Anyways, got a reply from the Mrs Powell:

Karl,

The funds are in CDN. Forward the payment to Credifax Ontario Limited

1064C Hargrieve Road

London, Ontario

N6E 1P5

How? How do I "Forward" money? I pass them on? I tell them, hey, mr Dollar, when your in the neighborhood, can you give Credifax $250 from me? I admit I'm probably being rather stupid here, but what is wrong with a bank account? Or even a pay pal account??

Checked my travel insurance, and got a bit worried. But got all sorted by giving them a call, although I did my best to confuse the poor claims lady. Only worry I have now is.. my insurance is in Mattias, while dear Credifax prefer to call me Karl.. May there be some complications there one wonders?

Sin

2010-03-10T03:53:00.000-08:00

So, two posts in a not very long period time.. This will be a rather boring (I sort of hope) blog, with me trying to nut out , or no, not nut out, more write down, some theological thoughts of mine. Not sure if they are heavily anchored in the Bible, but I'm no theologian so that is ok, I leave that for those who are.

So, you see, I were thinking; What is sin? And why are somethings talked about as being no no's in the Bible important? I mean what is wrong with some stuff? Why do God care? For example, why is it wrong to have sex before your married, why was it wrong to wear braids of two different materials, why is it that men are supposed to be the head of the household? Why was it wrong to eat pork? Why does what is right and wrong change? What was so bad with this fruit that Adam and Eve ate?

I have heard quite a few explanations to it, which for the most part goes something like "It is bad for you, and God knows what is good for you, so you have to trust God in that" which, for some may be a satisfying explanation. But for me it doesn't really cut it, sure some things to, such as you shall not murder, you shall not steal, you shall have no other gods, and so forth these are rather straight forward things. But some of the other things?

Then, somehow, recently I started thinking; What, actually, is sin? And the answer that we, sort of, are told over and over again is: Rebellion against God

Cool, but, I don't really rebell against God... Well, you do people then say. But how do I rebel against God really? You don't have God as the ruler in your life.. How do I have God as ruler in my life then? You follow his commandments.

Typical, sort of back to where we started there... But.. If I instead of looking at it that way, look at is this (circumspect)way (I'll get to my point eventually):

In the beginning we have God.

God for some reason unknown to me, but most probably known to "him", decides to create a world.

God creates this world to be a good world.

God creates fishes and plants and insects and animals and planets and suns and stuff (Whether or not this is done through a massive explosion or on God's 6 day holiday is unknown and unimportant).

All these things are good.

God is not quite finished yet though, there is one thing that is missing, things similar to himself, things that can think and imagine and talk (and, eventually, write on computers).

So, enter humans (again, an improvement of the ape, or molded dust is irrelevant).

God creates humans to have a relationship with them, to talk to them, to be worshiped by them, to care for them etc. Thing is, there need to be a way for humans to somehow obey God. And how can something obey something else if there is nothing said that could be obeyed? So God gives the humans a very difficult command: You can do whatever you want, but, don't eat from that tree.

The humans then, wonder of looking at the tree thinking. It do look pretty good that fruit don't you think? Yeah, it sure does. Wonder why we shouldn't eat it? Lets ask this serpent thingy, they are supposed to be clever, the serpents...

And so, they do.. And you know what happens after that. Clothes, No tree of life, Toil, Crushing of heads and so on and so forth.

Now, coming to my point here, think back to earlier when I asked why eating this particular fruit was bad, is it because this fruit was very bad? (admittedly, the Bible do say that God said by eating this fruit they would become like us) I'm not so convinced about it being the fruit in and of itself, I'm more inclined to think that they;

disobeyed God by doing the only thing God told them not to do.

which brings me somehow to what I think sin is:

Not obeying God.

And, how do we obey God? Well, we do the things God tells us to do. These things don't necessarily have to be in and of themselves bad for us. In fact, if I were to ask you to not stab yourself in the eye with a blunt screwdriver.. Now, unless your rather mad, you would not stab yourself in the eye with a blunt screwdriver, but it would not be because you think so highly of me and really really don't want to disobey me (you could of course, but not very likely) but it would be because your not a complete idiot. If, instead, I asked you to mow my lawn, or give up using the internet for a year.. These things are things you don't particularly want to do, but if you did have a high opinion of me and wanted to show that, well, you'd do this (possibly). Now this is what I think many of the laws and stuff in the Bible are for. Opportunities for us to show God that we respect and love him. Sure, God knows that we tend to be naturally destructive so some laws are for our benefit.

If I look at it this way many things make sense to me. For example, we tend to want to put "sins" in some kind of hierarchical order. But it seems like God don't. Now, if the sin is to disobey God, well, then it makes sense that not eating pork, and not killing people would be on the same level of seriousness. But, the impacts for you and me here and now are rather different. If I eat some pork not much will happen, but if I decided to kill someone I'll go to jail, and won't exactly be the most popular guy in town.

So, having this as a base, when someone says:

Why is it wrong to have sex before your married?

I can say:

Because God asks me not to. And, because I want to and can't see anything inherently wrong with it, it is a great opportunity for me to show God that I love and respect him.

Not sure if I built this argument up particularly well or anything, but, take it for what it is. Me writing down my thoughts.

Till next time

Inspiration, where art thou?

2010-03-03T03:13:00.000-08:00

18th of March 2009, that is the last time it was seen.. my dear inspiration, some would say muse, but I only associate (tricky word to spell) that with a music group.. And as I can claim no musical ability what so ever, nor any ownership over said group, well, I can't say I lost my muse.. as it was never mine in the first place. Inspiration though, I used to own once. Not exactly sure if it was a particularly good inspiration, but it was mine, and it is now missing. And, I have found (in loosing) that the thing you have, but then don't have no more (even if said thing wasn't particularly fantastic) you somehow miss. It's a little bit like a sock, for the most part you wonder around being rather uncaring about your socks (well, most people do I think. This allegory may fall somewhat flat if you chaps and chapettes all care mightily about your socks..) and then one day, you happen to be in a hurry for work, run to the sock drawer, and grab a sock. We'll you probably grab two socks. But, you get two left socks! (now, left socks [unless you have toe socks, and nothing negatively about toe socks, they are really good if you have toe shoes] is symbolism for "different type of sock") And no matter that there are 29 socks in your drawer, they are all left ones! That did fall somewhat flat actually.. I'll move one.

Inspiration

Not here!

What you say?!

I can't hear you!

Eyeh! How can you respond if your not here??

Blasted!

Oh, I can almost catch you if I use very long words!

Bah! Long sentences, turd head!

We'll, if it wasn't for you being my inspiration being missing I'd use very long words and therefore catch you!

Sentence... And to long this time

^$%^$#%&#^%&$^%&^%#&^%$#^%#$^%$#^#$%^%$#^% you caught me!

Ah, it is good to be back!

I'm pretty darn awesome

2009-03-18T04:45:00.000-07:00

Is that (the Title of this blog) ever a thought that lingers in your mind, dear enlightened and brilliant reader? If it is, well, you don't need to read this anymore, if not, continue reading as I have the perfect cure for it: Walking, Noise Cancelling (or at least limiting) headphones, Steel cap boots, sun glasses and some agressive music.

If your not entirely convinced just yet.. well, wait and I'll tell you why you should be.. (if you are convinced already you may stop reading now).

To convince you, I'll take a subject, a random subject, someone of rather average awesomness, although full of humility and brilliance. Someone with his head tightly screwed onto his shoulders, someone who bragging is as far away from as the second most fartherest sun, someone not awesome, but everything else, someone, just like... ME!

So, this is me then, writing this, not being biased or anything, just accurately been describing myself (I bet you for a while thought I were talking about you, silly reader, with your head all up in the pink fluffy clouds with rabbits on them [eating violet ribboned carrots {with artificial hummus flavour}].

Anyways, before I get carried away onto some tangent (which I'm not usually inclined to do, they are all perpendicular things routes filling out the ever important background story you probably don't know, and probably don't need to know, but that I [being such a nice guy] graciously enlighten you about) about goosebumps and their relation to tennis rackets, let's move on to the story.

So, picture, Me, with a pair of Sun glasses, Steel cap boots (rather worn, ankle high lazeups), black pants, shirt, noise cancelling headphones cutting you and most other noise making things around me, angry music pumping in my ears.. In short, picture perfect ~~twat~~ coolness.

Then I walk (slowly and meassuredly) down the street, minding my own business, listening to brillinat lyrics like "Now you wanna know, you want a name, You wanna call me motherfucker". and "I am a little more provocative then you might need,It's your shock and then your horror on which I feedSo can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean,If I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be" growing in stature and coolness as I go, looking at all you squirrels running around..

That, my dear reader friend, is when you just KNOW your pretty darn awesome (although everyone else probably do think you look like a twat (although only one of the definitions...), but who cares? Everyone else are just jealous that your so awesome...

So, there you go, if your not feeling to awesome, you know what to do, if your feeling to awesome most of the time, well, it's probably because you have been reading this blog...

Everyday Revelations

2009-02-05T04:03:00.000-08:00

Buenos Dias dear reader (if you exist, rather probable that you don't as I'll never get any comments. Not that I am a particularly frequent blogger of course, a tad lazy I am. But, no, not lazy, just not having enough about nothing to fill up a blog.. Ah, no, I always have a lot of nothing to say.. So lazy, gotto be lazy) in this blog we'll have a look at a thing that hits me every now and again:

Everyday Revelations! (ok, somewhat lost the thunder there by revealing the subject in the title... but pretend you didn't read it)

Now, everyday revelations may not mean all that much to you, or maybe it does, but unfortunately it means the wrong thing.. Either way, I will soon be clear to you what everyday revelations are..

Imagine for a second (or a bit longer, depends how good you are at imagining things) that you are walking down the street, listening to your iPod (or similar) thinking about your nightly plans, what a %%#&^%&^% Double-X at work is, how ignorant Double-Y are (about you and those shoes) and so on and so forth. Now, when your walking, your looking up and see that there is a blue sky, but not entirely blue, there are a bunch of clouds in the way. And suddenly you just realise how amazingly cool those clouds look, the interplay between the sky and the clouds. The way the clouds move over this perfectly blue sky. They way both sky and clouds reflect on the skyskraper (and how amazing a feat it is that skyskraper!). This my dear reader friend, is an everyday revelation.

It is when you notice something mundane (one could call it mundane revelations) that you take for granted, but this time you acutally notice it, and marvel at how awesomely cool it is how hard it would be to replicate etc.

Now, these mundane revelations aren't limited to skies and clouds, they can be anything. You could notice that your celing is painted green, your dog has a peculiar way to wiggle his tail when he sees you, there is a view from your back deck.. Anything goes!

Let me know if you've had a mundane revelation lately

Until next time

Radio

2008-07-17T02:19:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer:
If you, dear reader, happen to be an ~~attractive~~ cool youngish, non married, woman that have the completely inaccurate view that I’m radiating coolness and awesomeness you don’t have to read this blog entry. Not that it in any way or form would make you realise, eh, come to the false belief, that I not, in fact, radiating coolness and awesomeness. No no, nothing of the sort, just wouldn’t be a post that you’d find particularity interesting to read, it would be a waste of your time, really.

So, now when all the ~~attractive~~ cool youngish, non married, women have gone of to do something much more interesting that won’t make them ~~realise~~ ($#@!%$@#!%) come to the false conclusion that I’m not radiating coolness and awesomeness we can get on with the main message of this blog post. Namely the thing mentioned in the title: Radio

Radio, I’m not sure if your entirely aware about, is this thing that you put in your car (or a few other places) that magically transforms things some people call radio waves (totally stupid I think, as a more obvious name for them would be ‘incredible magic packages of sound’ or ‘imps’ for short, which is what I’ll be calling them from now on [is i use the term, which I wont]) and outputs various sounds that you can listen to, if you want [one would hope that if you didn’t want to listen to it you’d turn it of, but that would be to much to ask?]. So, now that we have established what ‘Radio’ is we can move on (oh, forgot to mention that there are someone somewhere that gives the original sound stuff to the imps [ooups, I lied before] and that what they give them is what the imps [again..] will deliver to your radio) away from the side tracks and head back to the main line..

Radio, I listen to it mainly when I’m in the car (except when I need to record someone playing piano in some competition, or when I try to setup my amp with the radio station just because it can do it) and I’m going somewhere (like to the shops [or home when I have been to the shops]) and I usually like to listen to something that makes my ears happy (my brain is usually rather disconnected, eh, like in a good way, as it’s focused on driving safely, not thinking about stuff, like space ships, and cool swords, and jumping from great heights and landing coolilly on roofs, and rescuing people that are getting treated badly). Because my (or rather my dear [somewhere else located] friend Mike’s) car doesn’t like being alone for long periods of time and sulks by discharging the battery, I need to disconnect it when I leave it, the 88.7th imp will always be the first one to deliver a message to me. Usually his message is a bit dodgey, so I quickly try to change (by walking backwards) to see if any of the other imps are delivering anything better.

But, usually they aren’t, lets illustrate with an example.

It is Wednesday (22:00) and I’m driving home. (I skipped the first imp this time as betsy didnt have to be alone for very long) And what I have to listen to is ‘Short Fast Loud’ - wow! Next! ‘Justin Timberlake givaway competition’ Next! ‘Annoying guy speaking about things he knows nothing about, but pretends to be really smart and

~~annoying~~

cool’ Next! ‘Piano piece by some guy who either lived 400 years ago or have a name you can’t pronounce’ Next! ‘Ricky Martin’ Next!

And there, after Ricky Martin, it is, 98.9FM, Brisbane’s best Country Music Station! The gem in the drain. The needle in the haystack. The avocado among celery. The ray of light in the Dark Tower. The silk for my ears.

??????!! You may now think, but no, don’t think that, think ‘Wow! I have to check it out!’ because if you think about it, how often do you listen to country normally? (hopefully you’ll answer something like ‘Every time I feel like having my kidneys removed’) And you’ll notice that it is, in fact, the only channel worth your time. (Not entirely watertight logic, but every great work starts with a patch..)

So, as I’m very tired and have to go to sleep, try it out (if you don’t live in Brisbane you may be in trouble, but check their website out [http://989fm.com.au/] and see if there are hope for you) and tell me that it wasn’t like the softest silk to your ears (bear in mind that I’m not talking about your mind here)..

Oh, and you don’t need to thank me for opening up this new world of silky, imp delivered, goodness.

For a greater, and silkier, listening

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A lot of whingeing and more whingeing

2008-07-17T02:17:00.000-07:00

So, a new blog as opposed to my old one (that is rather dead, or rather, slumbering, as it’s still there, being it’s usual self, but quite, oh so quite [mattiac.blogspot.com]) and new is good you know. Although not always, as old wine is better than new wine, if you select the right one that is. An old white wine isn’t particularly good, or so I’m led to believe, which doesn’t mean that that is the case as I’m pretty easily led to believe stuff (this would be when I use an illustration about when I have been easily led astray, but luckily I have a safety mechanism built in, namely forgetfulness, my mind remembers things “for a very limited time only ($3.95/min)”. Which sometimes comes in handy, but unfortunately it’s not always good, such as when you want to remember an illustration, which I didn’t in the previous example, so then my memory’s forgetfulness suited my purposes, but now, when remembering an illustration would be a good thing, as I wanted to express to you how unfortunate it sometimes is to not remember things. I guess I could lie (and it wouldn’t necessary be a lie as I could have done it and forgot about it) so here it goes, something that probably didn’t happen, but that could possibly have happen if a cat was seen driving a Ferrari down Milton road on a Wednesday afternoon in the rain (oh, in case you forgot, this illustration is to show you how unfortunate it could sometimes be to forget things)

Once, when I was walking down the street I met a red haired lady in an expensive looking suit, she would have been about my age give or take a couple of years, and about 1.73m (which is less than 6 foot, as it being 1.82m or something) and looked like someone I’d like to remember. She said “Hi” (which made me quite happy as I didn’t have to think of a response as I normally have to do when people I meet say “Hihowareyou”, with or without a ? I can never know [well, not entirely true, sometimes they stop and look at you with this waiting look, then I know they want me to reply], ‘case what do you say? when people say “Hihowareyou”, do you go “finethankyouhowareyou” from the corner of your month without turning your head while they walk past? Or do you just reply “Hihowareyou” back? As it’s shorter and you may possibly have said that while they still are in your field of vision? I never know, so I start thinking about how I am, and trying to figure that out and then reply, but when I get to that I need to turn around and shout “NOT SO GOOD, I JUST LOST MY KITTEN WHILE COMFORTING MY LOST WALLET”, which is rather embarrassing) “Hi” I said, “I’m Lizette” she said, “I’m Matt” I managed to say while desperately trying to say “Lizette, Liz-ette, etteziL, over and over in my head (this, I’m told is a good thing to do when you meet new people as it helps you remember their names. Not as good as saying their name out loud a couple of times though, but more practical. How stupid would it have sounded if I’d replied “Hi Lizette, I’m Mattias. Lizette is a different name, I have never met anyone named Lizette before, is it French? Lizettee?“) Then (after a pause or a couple of minutes) she said “Oh, here comes my bus, good to meet you Matt” where I replied “Oh, eh, yeah, good to meet you to ... eeh .. you red haired lady...”

And there it is, how awkward, I didn’t remember her name, because my memory wasn’t very good, like, you know, everything is like super clear now right?

Not sure about you but I have forgotten what I was writing about, which is an illustration of it self I guess, and it’s probably a better and shorter one than the Lizette story, which I must state is (probably) a complete figment of my imagination (if you can say so).

Anyways, I bet your glad you read all this and jump for joy over the fact that my blog is now resurrected in new form!

Quiesence!

Ronnie the Dog, Part 2

2007-10-20T00:43:00.000-07:00

Giving this another go... Blogger don't seem to like me much, may be because it's grumpy as I'm here so seldom now a days? Can Blogs go grumpy? Or do the go blumpy??? Sorry.. I should go on and tell you that finally all the legal details have been sorted (I talked to my, previous[ly], lovely neighbour and told him that if he didn't get his act together I'd tell all the world about his pink underwear with fluffy rabbits on [Oups]) and you can finally "enjoy" the final bit in the Ronnie Saga. I really should tell you that it has been a hard year, I have spent many a sleepless night and day trying to remember the details to fully be able to put you "in" the story.... Eh, maybe not, but I could have, not just that I'm a lazy little ######, so, no more preamble here it is, the second and final part of the Missing Ronnie saga:

..........

Now when I found out that Ronnie was missing I of course tought "Good onya Mate!" that he had run away instead of getting bullied into makeing miraculous papadams (or some such) or be thrown in the little blue rubbish bin with orange ribbons (without his chrispy dog biscut at that!).

But when I tought about for a while I came to realise that without Ronnie, who would organise the other dogs in the morning prayer? Who would make those miraculous papadams I so craved (but had never had)? And, I liked Ronnie, the number of times we had sat up under the stars howling at the moon... I knew I just had to find him! His life wasn't that bad, Mr and Mrs Marzoq, for all their dog-make-miracles hookyspooky (not sure if that's a word, but it sounds like it acurately describes what they were up to) weren't all that bad, not all dogs had their own King Sized memory foam mattresses with built in biscuit dispenser.

So I set of right away to find Ronnie, right after talking having dinner, a bath, changed socks and kissed my mum goodnight, pretened to sleep for 18 minutes and sneakily sneaked down in the basement and packed an emergency-dog-finding-pack (contents secret) that is.

But my problem lay in that I, although having ocassionaly sat in on the dogs prayer meetings and howled at the moon, did not have much clue of to where a dog would runaway to if he were to run away (which a dog had done in this case). If figured that if he had run to the moon I'd have to go home and repack my emergency-dog-finding-back somewhat, and as that would require me to sneakily sneak into the basement in the dark I decided against it. So I guessed my best course of action were to try get a dogs perspective on things, so I duly sat down on my hunches and howled at the moon and munched on a crunchy-dog-biscuit.

After about 10 minutes of howling and munching my mouth started to taste like something bad, like crunchy-dog-biscuits I guess would be the best explanation, and sitting on the ground when it's freezing, and your not actually a dog but just trying to be one, is rather over rated i found. I had of course not gained any greater insight into where a dog would run away to when he ran away, apart from knowing that I couldnt sit and munch on crunchy-dog-biscuits and howl at the moon any longer.

But that was enought for me, and I set of in the general direction (not the general direction of anything, just in the general direction of the direction). Now setting of in a general direction, can seem like a nice idea when you have no clue of where it is you want to go, but after a while when you don't really know where the general direction of home is anymore, and when everyone you meet is called Mr or Mrs Pinetree (oh, or Junior Pinetree, but he's generally rather shy) and your visibillity is rather limited as Mr and Mrs Pinetree like to live close to Mr and Mrs Pinetree 2 and 3 and 4 and ..... And they all want Junior's Pinetree to be able to sleep without being disturbed by Mr Moon or Misses Stars, well the general direction is a bit to vague..

At this stage I, even though I was (and am) a very brave young (ish) lad started to get a little bit afraid, especially as I could hear moon howling, and appart from Mr Mutton and his dog Hans, I could think of nonone else living out in these parts. Unless of course it was Ronnie! (with some friends, but Ronnie's always been a popular guy so he'd be bound to make friends with anyone he met). So, with newfound optimism I set out in the not-so-general direction of the howling. But after a while I found that the howling seemed to be moving around, and unfortuantely moving away from me.

Panic!

No way I could catch up with the howling Ronnie and his friends on foot, under Mr's and Mrs's Pinetree, without the help of nice Uncle Sun. Strangely us humans when we panic don't think entierly rational, and I was (..) no exception and started running in the somewhat-more-general direction of the howling, for about 15m or so before I SMACKED into Mr Pinetree 4511 and ended up on my hunches, facing the moon.

Where I opted to do the most natural thing anyone in my position could do; I started howling at the moon and eating crunchy-dog-biscuits... And there, under the tree, whapping (my troat had given up by now) at the moon and munching pine cones (not much different from the crunchy-dog-biscuits) is where the search and rescue party found me in the morning...

Apparently my mum had, when being woken up at 5.37 to 5.38 by praying and barking had run up to my room to tell me the good news that Ronnie hadn't shrinked his responsibilites and had come back in time to lead the prayer. Or well, she would have told me had I been there, and as mums seem to do a lot she panicked (not by running into a tree and howling at the moon) but by shouting for my dad that I was missing and calling all the neighbours to organise a search and rescue party (no point calling the police where we lived as they consisted or Mr Larsson and his blind dog Snuffy who both tended to fancy the pink mushrooms a bit to much).

Well, as you can understand I (after the initial "Ohh, there you are, we have been soooooo worried" hugs and stuff) got into a lot of trouble for runnig away to be with the wolves and howl at the moon (and for stealing dads imported wheatbix) and had to talk to a woman in a white coat that said that I was a huuuman being and not an animal, and that you could tell that by me being able to use my hands when I went to the toilet.. I found that rather stupid as I already knew I wasn't a dog because I didnt much fancy crunchy-dog-biscuits (or wheatbix) and couldnt scratch my nose with my back paw...

So, wrapping up the story and giving you some morals: When a responsible miracle working dog runs away, don't go following him in a general direction, just wait until the following mornings prayer!

/The End

Evil rates

2007-08-03T01:19:00.000-07:00

Hm, haven't written a post for a while.. But that is only because I have no inspiration anymore, there's just tiredness in my tired little Head (that seem to be loosing hair at some rate, not entierly sure what the rate is, but it is a rate at least.. Stupid head, maybe they are connected? This no inspiration, tired head and hair loss? Never thought about this before... Tired = Stupid head = No inspiration = Hair loss.. hmm, the things you can think of when you write blogs...) .. How do you continue a sentence when you have like half a thesis of parenthesis stuff in between?? I don't know, hence I just ignore it, well, I didn't as I wrote about it obviously, but I didn't finish my actual sentence... Oh well, time to move on...

So, moved on to a new and special line, even have a nice and empty, white (in my editing Window, guessing it will be greenish later), line.. Hm, interesting stuff this, white/green special empty lines I must say, ah, hm, you don't think so? Hm, again, I like "Hmm" it's like a good word, that isn't a word, and you can use it for lots of things like, eh, instead of writing "Thinkinn\g for something to say, but probably failing miserably", much shorter to type "Hmm", oh, and the way I used before which is just "Hm" and not Hmm (with 2 m's) meaning something like "Yepp, I got no clue what to say now" Or "O dear me, I'm being rather silly at the moment", maybe it even means different things than that..

Moved on again (another awesome empty line for you!) to a new topic, Running, I'm going to run Bridge to Brisbane on Sunday.. 12km it is, so went practicing on Tuesday, 12km isn't so bad, it's like nothing man! Well, ok, it is 12km which is 12000m or 12 million millimeters which, had I been an ant, would have been my preferred unit of choice (double something rather there... preferred and choice, not good English I have read somewhere)

Moving on again... two lines this time, gotto be time for something special now, maybe 3 empty lines?

No, I should no longer bother your time with you... ? Dumb sentence.. what would your time be without you? I blame my hair-loss-rate for that statement. So, the end this is, the end of my attempt of a blog post, admittedly there have been a while since I last wrote one, and I have become one year older.. (oh, my hair-loss rate have had some time since the last one, no wonder this one suck!)

After the last empty line it is time to say goodbye to you: Goodbye you!

Wroooooom!!!

2007-05-22T01:33:00.000-07:00

So, time to update this blog then.... Havent done it in a while, have started a couple of times, but by some reason blogger is not happy with firefox by some reason, or it's just not happy about the combination of firefox, windows vista and me.. Probably more accurate.. somewhat anticombinationalistic me thinks..

Anyways, writing about why I haven't been writing, although excuses sometimes can be good (I have been so tired, so tired... ooooh, the tiredness of work.. ) can often turn into whingeing (no no, I never whinge, just make informative remarks to people that, generally, can't hear me) and as such is ridiculously boring to read!

Did it again.. I seriously need to start having some content to these blogs, especially when they are like months apart... I mean, one should be able to find out some interesting topic to write about in that amount of time (well, smart people can, or at least people that can think about things that may, but mostly not, be interesting for other then themselves) don't you think?

Oh, do you think btw? I guess you do, but I mean really think, like about something? Not brooding, I can brood (or daydream, the swashbuckling duels I have done in my life with a fair lady by me side.. [eh, you don't need to read that, forget I said it.. please?]) and it doesnt require any effort what so ever.. but thinking that is hard! So, when you think, what do you think about? (if you want to say what you daydream and brood about, well, that is fine too) Do you think about how to solve the green house gas emmissions by stealing all the worlds oil and drink it?

Hmm, my mind just stopped working (not that it seems to be working very often, but can't even write about nothing anymore!!) so I'll wrap this post up, althogh I think you should have something to wrap before you can wrap it up.. Weird word that, wrap up, like you have this thing you've been talking about and then you put it on sticky plastic and folds the sticky plastic around it... Does it mean that when you "wrap it up" you take the stuff you have been talking about with you and place it somewhere for the future? Seems kinda useless to me to talk about things if that's what you'll end up doing, I always though that when you talked to people you wanted them to remember what you said... not take it and wrap it up so nobody can touch it (people being ants???).. So, i'll wrap this up though, as it's not talking about anything you have any use of remembering... Feel how the wrap releaves your mind of my rubbish...

So long kalsong! (lame oh, so lame)

Marriages

2007-03-14T01:08:00.000-07:00

Hi, oh-gifted-with-above-average-intelligence-blog-reader, how has (or should it perhaps be have? my grammar is as useless as my sawing abillity [dunno if that actually tells you much unless you know how good i'm at sawing {ok, you could extrapolate and say that, as my grammar is crap, my sawing ability would be crap as well, but that would be to turn my supporting statement around on itself, which would make the statement rather useless, unless I wanted to explain to you how useless I am at sawing...} which I doubt that you do] guess there should be something here to justify my use of paranthesies..) your day/week/month/year/life been? I hope it has been splendid and that everything you touch turns to gold (figuratively, we all know I could say that it would be very annoying if everything you touched would turn to gold, but hey, your an OGWAAIBR so you'll know that already, so I won't insult you by saying it (just, not so, briefly mention that I could have, had I held you in such high esteem).

Anyways (one of my favourite words that, together with my current favourite "gosh", although "anyways" have been on that list longer, and will probably outlast "gosh") I guess I should write something that justifies the title I wrote, that is, something about marriages...

Marriage:

hmm, intended to give you Encyclopaedia Britannica's definition of marriage and then talk about all the people I know that currently are going to get married... But no, that is not so fun (and it may be a contientious (?) issue as well, but, there are two types of marriages I will give you the definition for...

Morganatic Marriage:

legally valid marriage between a male member of a sovereign, princely, or noble house and a woman of lesser birth or rank, with the provision that she shall not thereby accede to his rank and that the children of the marriage shall not succeed to their father's hereditary dignities, fiefs, and entailed property.

Must say I kinda like this one, if I ever get married I definitely will make sure my marriage will be a morganatic. I mean, just think of the problems I avoid, there's no way my wife will marry me just to clime up to my lofty social hights, nor will she marry so that her children will later overthrow me and (with her as their "advisor") manage my huge and wealthy fiefdom!

But, if one doesn't much like women and think they are to much effort and they don't last long enough... Well, then a tree marriage may be something to go for:

symbolic marital union of a person with a tree that is said to be infused with supernatural life.

The good thing with a tree marriage, is that it has multiple purpouses.. Not only can you get married to a big green thing that is infused with supernatural life and will carry your legasy for the next couple of hundred years.. No, if you by some reason change your mind and really really want to marry a widow (dunno if you can marry a tree whose former husband died) you can quite happily do so (provided you chop down your tree)

Tree marriage may also be a form of proxy marriage. In one such practice, between a bachelor and a tree, the tree was afterward felled, thereby endowing the man with the widower status required to marry a widow

Pretty good thing hey?

Told you before I wouldn't say anything about people I know getting married as it was boring.. I lied, filthy habit I know, but just cant help it every now and again..

Must mention that my dear friend Nathan "Smelly" Campbell is getting married to his Robyn. And, yours truly have been asked to help groom him on his very special day, yours truly feel quite honored (but is at the same time somewhat worried that he will somehow manage to miss the ocation, as, from experience, that is what he's done with every other wedding he should have attended to the groom in some fashion...) that he's deemed worthy to do such a thing.

That is not all I have to say today, but it is probably all that you can be bothered to read, and all I can put on "paper", no, lied again.. just a thing that popped up in my head, words in relation to intelligence.. Now, some people may think that someone that can use many words would be intelligent, but, this is my thought, wouldnt someone that is pretty intelligent only have to use very few words to say the same thing as a not-so-intelligent person would need heaps of words for?

Until next time!

Footnote:

While searching for some image relating to marriage... apparently there are marriage agencies.. Wonder if they do morganatic marriages? Check out this site if your ready to get married!

Going to work, as a real man

2007-03-04T04:31:00.000-08:00

So, two (for me) pretty hectic (of sorts) week, with me starting a new job (first full time job too)! Not that I have much exciting stuff to tell you, well, it is kinda exciting if you happen to be excited by overheads (like wires, multiwires, section insulators and the like), which, I guess, there will be a few. Not that most of my time is spent actually looking at those things, I only do that when I go out on the train (recording cart), which is pretty fun of sorts. So that's where I'll start, and probably will end as well, as there is only so much you can write about looking a printouts, finding faults, entering those faults in a database, finding a matching mast and printing a report (oh, I actually said something about it, not bad me don't think..). Anyways, with the recording cart, I went on my first trip last week (Monday), pretty early we started, had to leave home around 2.30am.. Went to the train, walked around looking lost (ok, I went to the place where the train i stored and sat there being eaten by mossies for a while first). Then I checked up on the system, what I should do (which includes calling a guy and asking if there will be any insulations happening and where, which is pretty good to know as you'd end up toasting some guy if you happen to come driving where they have an insulation [probably end up running over them as well]). Then we took of and I have a while to get used to pressing buttons and figuring out what the various things were (not made easier for being dark). Not so much more to say actually, I wuzzed out to start with, but after a while (when it wasn't dark anymore) I got into it and started pressing buttons. Now, pressing buttons sounds pretty easy, but by some reason it isn't, well, after a while it gets easier, unless when you come to a station, where there was lots of things and lots of buttons to press....

Could tell you lots more, like how it was to stay at motels and stuff, but don't think you'd be overly interested, so I'll spare you this time..

Until next time (which hopefully will be a somewhat interesting post)!

Under Construction

2007-02-15T17:52:00.000-08:00

Must apologize for the ordinary looking layout of this blog at the moment... It is being upgraded, and as I'm in the (no to brilliant) habit of starting things with great enthusiasm, but quickly running out of this initial enthusiasm, well, it may take a while for it to get they way I want it (long sentence this as well, sorry about that to!!!)

Anyways, last day at Recall yesterday, a bit sad actually, started to think I was good at what I was doing there.. But, life goes on and I'm looking forward to starting at QR on Monday (a not so lengthy report will follow after my first week or so).

Oh, water.. have you ever though been without water? Now were not talking about you being thirsty or something like that, now we talking about water not coming out of your taps! Silly council have decided to shut down our water between 8 and 1 today and last Friday.. Ok, not a big problem if your at work, but today I'm having the day of and was thinking about doing all sorts of things... So started by mowing the lawn, and well, after you mowed the lawn you kinda want to have a shower before you go around talking to bankers and stuff.. And you want to brush your teeth as well.. Maybe wash your clothes (well, that may not be necessary to go to the shopping center, unless you have no clean clothes at all), water your plants (important...) and so on and so fort..

And when your moving room, well, you want to clean the new room your moving in too, and for that you need water...

Anyways, this was just a post apologizing for the state of this blog..

The meaning of the world

2007-02-09T19:43:00.000-08:00

Interesting title, pretty catchy I think, kinda telling you that this post will answer one of the biggest ever mysteries of the world.. Why does it exists! Now that is exactly what this post will (not) do.. It will give you an (swiss cheese type) explanation of why this world as we know it exists ..

Oh, a little warning, this post is is somewhat of a religious nature (and if you don't know your theology you may not want to continue reading any more [Maybe you should read the random joke on the right hand side?])

The reason why the world exists (was created)

Ok, so, the theory goes that there where heaps of Angels in heaven, attending to God, worshiping him and doing all sort of things they where created to do. Things went well for a while but then one of the angels, called The Morning star, being one of the highest of the angels, being the one that lead the worshiping (musical) of God and basically being the second highest chap around the place, got proud and though he should be God. Now that didn't sit well with God as he's God, and nobody else is, so God kicked him out. Now as he was such a high chap up there he naturally had some allies (albeit not the brightest once), and as he was responsible for music, the musical angels where the ones closest to him. So, when God kicked him out he brought about a third of the angels with him, and most of those where musicians.

So, now God has a dilemma, he's kinda fond of music, but most of his musically gifted angels have gone to a warmer place.. So, how to make some musicians? And make sure they are good and won't rebel?

Idea, create a place where we have a bunch of creatures (people) that he'll give the opportunity to choose whether or not they want to serve him during their "lifetime" and also cull out the musically talentless? That way he'll get servants that choose to serve him and can fulfill their role, in addition to that, as they have already chosen to serve, he can make it impossible for them to rebel later.

So, viola! The universe as we know it is created and were put in it.

Unfortunately people got tricked by the guys who went before (in addition to not being very smart) and everyone rebelled against God. But, God, being very very smart, already had a contingency plan, Jesus, so, not only did Jesus go to earth, and died for everyones sins (which made it possible to fill up heaven with musicians) but he also managed to beat the previously fallen angels (plus a few other things).

So, in short, this world is created so that God can get some gifted and committed musicians, so, if your not a gifted musician, when you get to the entrance to heaven and Saint Peter tells you to pick an instrument of your choice, and play a tune... Well, you better make sure you have rehearsed a piece then, don't you?

So, what say you? Oh gifted-with-above-average-intelligence blog reader, do you buy into this ~~ridiculous~~ theory?

Nothing you'd be interested in

2007-01-31T23:55:00.000-08:00

Hmm, you're still reading? I'm pretty sure though, that whatever I'll say in this post won't interest you, I may of course be wrong, but I don't think so (not allowed to use to many brackets... [but I want to use brackets!! {No you don't, brackets are bad and give people headaches} But {No buts!}]). Anyways, all I'll talk about in this post is how it feels to be back with the two armed people, how amazingly hot it's been the last couple of days, how boring it is to do nothing, how I'm hoping my arm will survive working tomorrow, oh, and I'll whinge a bit about not being able to play soccer (or any other "contact" sport for that matter) for 6 weeks, and anything else I may think of while writing (I do that, sometimes, think, not that it's very often, but it happens..)

So, to do this really reallly boring and structured (can also help if you are interested in one of my topics, not that I think you are, but I could be wrong [as I'm such an interesting person {Grrrrr, think of the brackets, gotta think about the brackets}]), I'll make it into (numbered) bullet points, in the order mentioned above, smart hey?

Being back among the two armed (although my lefty arm still is somewhat sluggish and tells me it's not to happy every now and again) feels pretty good. I can eat stuff and change the channel on the TV at the same time, I can do the dishes (which, I must say, is an oft undervalued way of passing time), I can (haven't tried yet though) brush my teeth with my right (left that is) arm, I can dress easily, I don't have to wear a stupid sling that gets sweaty and hot...
Talking about hot.. Weee it's been hot the last couple of days! All I wanted to do was going to the beach.. Sitting in my room in front of a fan all the time... Gosh (can't even write anything uninteresting about how hot it is...)
Doing nothing is very overestimated in my humble opinion, it's sooooo boring. Well technically I haven't been doing nothing as that is somewhat impossible... Like, how do you do nothing? If you lay in your bed staring at the roof all day, well then you're still doing something (laying in your bed staring at the roof).. So what is doing nothing? Being dead? Tricky question me thinks, but anyways, doing preciously little isn't to crash hot either, just so much TV watching, Internet surfing and Reading you can do before you get bored (with you I mean me, but I'm a bit of a coward, so don't want to put myself out there like that..)..
So, I'm going to work tomorrow... I'm a pretty optimistic guy deep down inside, so I'll think it will go ok.. not that my arm want to do a whole lot, but he'll learn!! But hopefully he'll survive and come out laughing (I'm calling my arm "he" as I'm a "he", so I'd assume my arm's a "he" as well, could be wrong though)..
Specialist told me to stay "don't play any contact sports for the next six weeks", now soccer (football) isn't supposed to be much of a contact sport, but it is.. So that means: No lightning league and no futsal, may even miss the start of the outdoor season, but not sure about that as I don't know when it starts... hopefully I'll be back then! And this rest will have done me a ##### of good!
Can't really think about anything else to write here, I could write about the smurf and the bananagnome that went fishing for sharks, but no, it's to messy and there may be children reading this post..

Well if you got through all of this... phew, then you got way to much time on your hand and should go out and help some person that needs your help (dunno who or what they want help with, or why just you should help them, but.. Just do it, eh?)

Oh, remembered, were more or less created for that stuff, helping people that is, so that's what we should all be doing it, makes people feel good and stuff!

A One Armed Matt

2007-01-28T17:59:00.000-08:00

Hey Dear blog reader!

Writing this post really really slow... Not, I assume (on fairly good grounds [although I'm humble enough to acknowledge I could be wrong]) that you will notice that this post is written slowly, but anyways... Now, if you the inquisitive type you may wonder why this post is written so slowly (and you may even have an idea [due to your above average deductive reasoning skills] from the title). The correct answer should be that I currently only got one arm (ok, not entirely true, still have 2 arms but one 's fairly useless [unless you think hanging in a sling, hurting and being in the way is a useful occupation for an arm]), so restating (to avoid confusion [although I doubt your above average mind would get confused by such a trivial thing as this]): I'm currently only having one, in my opinion, useful hand!(!!!! [to really convey my message]). Hence I can only write with that arm.. Which for me, using the much adored and sought after (by those less gifted than you and me) touch method, this is very frustrating. It's a bit like talking but you can only use like a 3d of your teeth (somewhat lacking analogy... but hey, I'm suffering here)

Now that you know this you may (I wouldn't, but you may be the caring type [if you are I'm envious of you great heart]) wonder what made me one armed (or one-useful-in-my-opinion-armed if you want to be pedantic) and I'm quite happy to tell you that it's due to my sacrificial team spirit on the football (...soccer) field! I saw the ball rolling along by itself, saw this massively huge (in my mind) bloke from the other team run for the poor lonely ball, and just had to beat him to it, which, incidentally I did. Only problem was that of timing, I only beat him to the ball by .5 seconds or something... Which wasn't enough time to kick the ball and get out of the way... So we chrunshed together and I went tumbling to the ground with a not to happy shoulder (I did get to go in an ambulance and inhale on a green happy tube.. which was cool)

Figuring your getting bored now (with your above average wittiness and all) so wont bore you any more with how amazingly annoying it is to only be using one arm.. Just opening jars and bottles (not to speak about brushing your teeth and signing documents with your off hand..)

But, I guess I was due some misfortune as I've been fortunate lately. Got a Job!!! Starting on the 19th of Feb as an Technical Officer Track Reporting Trackside Interfaces within the Program Maintenance Services Division, Infrastructure Services Group for Queensland Rail here in Brisbane. Which is something I'm looking forward to, and have waited for for ages. What is pain anyway?

Anyways, should take my broken body and rampant spirit down to Immigration and get a label in my passport.

Until next time, keep your wits close and your mind open to sudden suffering....

Had a good post..

2007-01-23T02:15:00.000-08:00

Hm, yesterday at work I had heaps and heaps of ideas for a brilliant blog post, but now? When I'm at my trusted little lappy.... where have all the ideas gone? I'm figuring they would be here somewhere, like hidden in my huge maze of a brain (looking forward to when you can implant some index thing in it)............................... !

Remembered one idea, well, it's not an idea as such just a thing I was brooding about at work (I'm brooding about things a lot at work, it's amazing how easy it is to brood.. requires absolutely no effort what so ever. I tried to think while I was working [hence, not brooding] but that was to hard, stuffed up all the time and got confused and lost among the tapes.. weird I think), why do you write blogs? I could have written a post about this before, can't remember.. lost in the maze again. Anyways, it may not even be exactly "why" do you write blogs I'm trying to write, but more how cool it is that you can write things that probably not anyone will read, but that anyone actually could read. (sorry about the long sentence, take a few deep breaths and feel the oxygen get back into your lungs). Like, I could write anything here, bare my soul (which, if you happen to stumble across, you could tell he's somewhat missed and I hope he's back before July), write about all my problems, whinge (didn't like that word my spell check) about all sorts of things, and it would be there, for anyone to read.. Think about the harm I could inflict on others (most likely on myself and my wandering soul [hope I still have my spirit])!

They say that the pen is mightier than the sword, wonder if you can apply it directly to our lives and say that the keyboard is mightier than the tank? Or do you have to apply it through the industrial revolution or something?

Did you know that Biblical Theology is seeing the Bible as a whole? Like, you don't read stuff in the old testament and think that that is directly applicable to you today. The reason for that is that were living after the death of Jesus. And the old testament is unfolding God's plan (which is getting Jesus to die for our sins), so for us today to look at the Old testament and think we can apply things directly to us is a bit silly. Lets for example take the story of David and Goliath, now if you read it, who do you identify with? Unless your pretty big and looking forward to get killed by a small bloke, you'll probably identify with David. And were always told that David was the tiny dude that beat the big dude.. Now this is not exactly true, David wasn't your ordinary little wet nosed boy. For starters he was out killing bears and lions when they were stupid enough to attack his sheep, ok, not such a big feat if you have a rifle you think, but he had no such thing, he used his hands (and maybe a dagger or something).. Add to that that he was God's anointed king (basically that means Christ) and was pretty good with the sling.. So, the idea with the story about David and Goliath is not that we should be small Davids running around, we should identify with the Israelites that didn't dare to attack Goliath, and be thankful for the fact that someone else did (Jesus in our case).

Long post this, so now it's end post time.. See you around dear reader (whoever you are and what you may think)

Permanent Resident

2007-01-15T02:57:00.000-08:00

So, after 6 months of waiting, praying, being nervous, planning up to 27 days in advance, worrying, chasing banana gnomes, checking status, waiting for emails, sending papers, getting papers, sending papers again as I sent the wrong papers, feeling like a criminal.. it finally arrived last week!

The email saying

I am pleased to advise that on 08 January 2007 a decision was taken to grant this visa.

Which, if you didn't know, pretty good.. This means that I can stay in this lovely country called Australia "indefinitely" (depends if I'm nice or not, but as I'm pretty nice it shouldn't be a problem!)

So, now when that is out of the way (apart from causing me much less stress [this new blogger have automatic spell checking... how convenient is that?]) I can seriously start looking for jobs (engineering ones that is), which hopefully will be easier now!

But, now I'm way to tired to write anymore, well, that may not be entirely true, but I'm way to tired to write anything useful.. Not that I ever write anything useful.. but still!

Oh, before I go, if you know anything about banana gnomes, let me know.. Their being of not being have been troubling me lately

Christmas

2006-12-20T18:43:00.000-08:00

So, first blog in a while this, so figure nobody will read my blog (although young Nathan said he checked it every now and again, so Hi to you Smiley!)

Anyways, apologises for being lazy and not having updated this in ages.. Haven't really had anything to say and no time (spending my lunch break writing this), but today I had an interesting discussion with one of the guys at work. We were discussing (not for very long mind you) why some people celebrate Christmas on the 25th while others on the 24th. So, me then thinking we celebrated Christmas becasue the birth of Jesus thought that maybe there was some confusion with the date or something.

So, did some research (google search..) to find out which of the two days the big man was born.. Turns out he was born sometime between 6.30 and 7.30 pm, on the 13th of September 3BC (atleast acording to this dude [although he's not alone, if your not convinced, do some more research]). What about that? Somewhat mind blowing for me.. And he then goes on and says why we do celebrate christmas the 25th.

In the late 4th century, in early 380 AD, Pope Damasus I was
endeavoring to force allChristians in the Roman Empire to yield to his
authority. He got the Emperor to issue anedict requiring them to practice
the religion of Rome. We know that it is about this timethe
Christmas midnight Mass was first celebrated and December 25th first identified
as aCatholic holy day. It is said Damasus was seeking to lure the people
away from paganrites honoring the birth of the sun god at midnight by compelling
Catholic attendance at amemorial in honor of Christ's death, ie the Mass. The
people confused this Mass with thepagan solar birth rituals conducted at that
same time. Gradually, the Christ-Mass becameassociated with the
Nativity.

So, basically were celebrating the birth of some sun god.. And here I'v always been told at church that so few people now adays know why we really celebrate christmas.. We'll guess they where correct in that, but somehow I don't think they ment that we had forgot about the sun god...

Anyways, next year, Jesus, I'll be celebrating your birhtday on your actual birthday! Time to reclaim Christmas people! Give the 25th (or 24th) to Coke and Santa, and let's celebrate 13th of September (which should be a bit easier as there doesn't seem to be much on around then)

Anyways, hope you'll have a fun Sunmas and get muchos presents and really get into the spirit of things (spending the day in the sun at the beach!)

Punished..

2006-10-11T05:34:00.000-07:00

So, more or less working full time nowadays... Not anything I have studied for or so, but it's ok and it pays me bills (and more) so that's pretty cool, never think I have actually worked this much in my life.. The nice people at challenge realised I was to soft to do any hard labour work, so they sent me to where I am no, Recall. I'm running around picking up and storing backup tapes that people send to us to store for a while.

But.. yeasterday I felt like doing something a bit different.. I wanted to buy two CD's! And, this may come as a surprise for some, I wanted to get the latest Muse cd and the latest Eskimoe Joe (dunno how to spell that), but then, they are both kinda main stream nowadays, heard the Muse single, whatever it's called, on the way to and on the way from growth group.. On 96.5 at that!

Anyways, what I was trying to say is, I went down to the city to buy CD's (after deciding against going and getting a haircut as I wanted those CD's), but decide to head in to Big W to buy some stuff first, so, in I go, buy my stuff I do, paying and leaving.. BEEEEEEEEP!!! So the cashier girl just hands my stuff through the beeping thing and it doesn't beep.. (which was pretty weird). Anyway, I go out from Big W, and decide to put my newly bought stuff in my bag and taking my jacket out, which I do, using some table in the food court. After that, heading down to Woolies, where it beeps when I go in... Happily walking around and getting my stuff, line up in the que, decide to take out my wallet.... which isn't there... Running up to Big W again (Beeps when I go out....) But they are closed, but manged to get the attention of some dude, but didn't do me any good as my wallet wasn't there. Down to Woolies again, maybe I put my wallet in my basket.. Didn't. But, I meet Rachel that lends me money so I can buy food, again I must say that friends are good to have... Oh, forgot to say that the alarm beeps when I enter woolies again.. And it beeps when I leave.. So, off to the police and reporting my lost wallet, and then home to check through my bag. Didn't find my wallet, but did find that the cashier chick at Big W forgot to take of one of those beeping things from my stuff.... (which also means I can't use it.. being two boxers tied together with this metal thing, nor can I go back to Big W and say "Hey, I have this pair of boxes here.. they have this beeping thing on them, I can't use them as they have that.. Recepit? No, I lost my wallet...")

But, such is life.. Going to Straddie on the weekend!!! And to bed now...

Until the end

Find the point (dot)

2006-10-03T17:55:00.000-07:00

Hi, blog reader(s),

Sorry about the absence of blog posts lately, been to tired... This working man's life is draining.. Especially when you need to get up so early in the morning, and then work hard.. Last week I started at 3am!!! and finished at 3pm (well, only on wen and thur, fri I finished at 1 and mon and tue I didn't start at 3..). Dunno how many tonnes of stuff I have been moving from conveyors to pallets, pallets I have pushed away and replaced with new pallets, I dream about pallets and cardboard boxes..

I intened to tell you what happened to Ronnie, but Mr Marzoq contacted me (dunno how he managed to do such a thing, haven't seen him for ages and ages, and what's the chances of him reading my blog??) and said something about intellectual property, compensation and stuff. So have to sort things out with him first I'm afraid. But, have no fear, we should be able to figure something out, right Ashi?

Got nothing else to say really, except that, if you want to go to straddie next weekend, let me know before wednesday 11th.

Until next time

Straddie Camping Trip!

2006-09-19T00:10:00.000-07:00

What are you doing the 13 to 15th of October? Wan't to go on a camping trip to Stradbroke Island? It's pretty cool, we'll be staying at campground where there will be bbq's, toilets and showers. During the days it's swimming time, maybe doing some canoening in the ocean, going one of the lakes, or maybe sand boarding for the adventurous?

There was a bunch of us who went the last summer, and it was pretty nice. We just have to make sure we fill up the cars and it shouldnt be that expensive. And if we know how many will come we can organise food, which will make it a bit cheaper still..

Anyways, would be great if we could be a little gang going (and if Greg and/or Mel comes.. we can celebrate their birthdays!) as it will be something a little bit different and it's pretty relaxed..

And to let you know how nice it is... some photos for your viewing pleasure!

In other news: Started my labouring career today, putting boxes on pallets.. Pretty ok to do actually. Made me pretty tired though.. And tommorow it's something different, I will unpack containers.. Oh how fit I'll be when we go to Straddie!

Ronnie The Dog

2006-09-14T05:00:00.000-07:00

It was a day, a very very cold day if my old memory isn't deserting me, when our neighbours dog, Ronnie, decided to run away. It is worth mentioning that our neighbours are Kalang, and hence need to have a dog in their house at all time as they are considered somewhat of a deity. So for our neighbours little red dog (being an Irish setter, hence the red hair.. Irish? nevermind) Ronnie, life was great most of the time, except when he had to perform miracles or face being thrown in the blue rubbish bin with orange ribbons.

Anywahs, I'm loosing track of the main event, namely, that fateful (and ver very cold) day Ronnie got fed up with being thrown in the blue rubbish bin with orange ribbons yet again...

It started out as any other day, the local Mosque woke us up at 5.37 for the morning prayer, apparently this prayer can be performed anytime between the breaking of the dawn and sunrise, but ours always started at 5.37 by some reason. But, again, this has very little or nothing, to do with our story. As usual Ronnie and the other dogs decided to join in in the prayer at around 5.38 (if you ever want a fool proof alarm clock.. try this combination!). Then, well, nothing much ever happens until people start driving of to work at around 7 (I have, many a time, tried to organise combined morning activities to no avail. I fondly rememeber my "who can collect the most honey in 10 minutes" activity... Unfortunately mr Arnesen [who ownes the bees] didn't appreciate the idea and Mrs Johansson haven't talked to me since..)

At 7.35 the school bus came to pick me and my fellow classmates up to go in to town, or at least it was supposed to get there at 7.35, it usually ended up getting there at about 7.46 (on average, the year we meassured), which was pretty ordinary when it was cold, as it was that this fateful day.

Anyways, when the bus finaly came to pick us up (at around 7.46+- 4.56 min), I could se my neighbour approaching Ronnie with that today-I-would-really-apreciate-a-miracle-and-if-you-want-your-light-and-chrispy-dog-biscuits-you-will-give-me-one look in his eye. I didn't think much about it at the time, but Ronnie this morning had a, what I can best describe as you-can-stuff-your-biscuits-somewhere-where-the-cat-won't-go-I've-had-enough kinda look. But, as I said, I wasn't thinking much about it at the time and the school bus took me away for another, ooh so exciting, day at school...

Nothing much I can say about the school day, except that I found out that aunt Lisa (our headmistress) had won on some lottery and was going of to the capital to meet som famous soap opera star.

Anyways, it was when I got home that the terrible news was revealed to me! Ronnie was missing! He had, to everyone's surprise, not performed a miracle, but instead of allowing himself to be thrown in the blue rubbish bin with the orange ribbons, he had barked (quite forecefuly att Mr Marzoq, eh, our neighbour I mean) and then jumped the white wooden fence with the funny mosquitos painted on it. And nobody had seen him since..

[To be continued]

A Day in the Sun

2006-08-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

So, nothing much to write about today I, again.. Well, maybe I have things to write about, but would you find it interesting? Probably not. Doesn't stop me from writing things though!

Went to the Arundel Mosque yesterday, for a little tour, never been to a Mosque before so was kinda interesting. The guy running it seemed like a nice guy and changed my view of Muslims to the better. Although going to the Mosque made me quite happy I'm a Christian, to much things to remember, like walking in to the toilet with your left (I could get these ones mixed up) foot first and saying something in Arabic, and then when you leave the toilet you have to leave with your right (unless I got these mixed up) foot first and say something else in Arabic. Same things goes for a whole lot of things.

After the little tour we went to the Arundel Pressy church and moved all their benches (called something I can't remember) so that we could place tables and chairs in their main hall. Then we went and got heaps of chinese food and got back and served a bunch of people food. And listened to Garnet talk about the 4 main Religions of the world (although part 2 of Gramy spent most of the talk sleeping...)

Then it was of to the beach for a shorty and then going home time, which was interesting as me, Trav and Mell talked about lifes hardships and stuff, speaking of Mel, I promised her I'd put up her list of characteristics for a guy, so you'll know if your the one!

#1 Ledsen, men det vore inte rätt att tala om hennes kriterier för dig, vill du veta vad hon tycker så får du ta och jobba lite!

#2 Nej, lite mer jobb än så måste du lägga ned.

#3 Du verkar riktigt nyfiken, om du inte inte översatt alla punkterna på en gång förstås.

#4 Fem myror är fler än fyra elefanter

#5 Vad ska jag skriva nu, om du är svensk och läser detta så är det ju inte direkt jätte intressant, men inte skrivet för dig!

#6 Fakiren är på promenad med sin son. Plötsligt råkar pojken trampa på en spik.
Pappan blir arg och fräser: Det är konstigt med dig att du alltid ska tänka på nöjen.

#7 Så du läser fortfarande, jag är rätt säker på att du inte kommer att få ut så där jätte mycket av dessa punkter

#8 Fast å andra sidan, om du har kanske lärt dig lite svenska, om du nu kunde det innan, då kanske den har försämrats

#9 Undrans om du gjorde det första punkterna och sedan tänkte du att du var smart och hoppade till sista punkten, otur i så fall.

Not a real post

2006-08-23T05:36:00.000-07:00

An Italian, a German and an Australian football fan were arrested in
a small Arabian state when they were caught urinating on a religious
building after an all night drinking binge.
The trio have to face up to the local sultan and are dished out the
typical punishment for religious desecration - 20 lashes of the whip
to the back. But the Sultan was a big football fan so he kindly granted
them two wishes each - but they were not allowed to change the number
of lashes or the type of punishment.

The Italian says " Well we are the World Champions so I go first. I want the pleasure of a beer and a pillow.".
The Sultan grants his wishes.
With a wide grin the Italian drinks his beer and binds the pillow to his naked back.
But after 10 lashes the pillow falls apart and he has to painfully endure the remaining 10 lashes which leave deep welt marks on his back.

The German saw all this and spends a few minutes thinking before smiling. "I would like to have two pillows for my back". The Sultan thinks about the uniqueness of the wishes but decides to grant it given he has used up his two wishes in one go. However after 15 lashes of the whip both pillows have fallen apart and the German has to painfully endure the remaining 5 lashes which leave deep welt
marks on his back.
The Australian is grinning from ear to ear and mutters something under his breath about a wrong penalty.
"Ok my first wish is to double the number of lashes to 40." There is stunned silence in the hall.

The Italian, German and Sultan are a little surprised at the first wish but then remember the strong fighting performance the Aussies put up during the World Cup in Germany 2006.
The Italian and German look at each other and nod in admiration - obviously this Aussie wants to show how tough he is.

The Sultan asked the Aussie for his second wish.

(Look at the comment)

Why so many stupid ppl?

2006-08-21T06:15:00.000-07:00

Why are there so many stupid people in this world?!! Watching the news make's me want to cry (almost, I'm not the crying or caring type.. [but starting to get somewhat caring me thinks, guess I spent to much time with Steve..], but if I was I'd cry) there are people running around blowing themselves up (and taking as many others with them as possible, would be somewhat fine if they just could blow themselves up, and not forcing their opinions on others!), then we have people being dictrators or some crap, they decide to test new weapons on their population, why not kill 100 000ppl? We have millions more.. Then we have others, that think money is the most important thing in the world and will do anything to make more money; "Hey, Africa! man, what a market.. all the eat is rice and roots and crap, let's give em some real food! (Coke and Hamburgers...), Oh, and then we have to run our cars, make our roads, make useless stuff, etc, etc with oil! And, oh, how good, oil is in some dodgey countries where they are fighting each other.. lets give em some more weapons! Then let's go there after a couple of years and try out our new weapons as well! Yeeeh!!!

MUUUUHHHH!!! That's what I think about X people in this world! Grow up!!!! Start understanding that other PEOPLE are important, not MONEY and POWER! (and your ^^&%&) It's easy if you try....

Anyways, enough whingeing about the state of the world, and to something completely different, Car washing without water! (or atleast very little water) Had to do that today, think the car haven't been wached for ages, so it kinda needed it.. But, just washing the car with a spounge and a bucket of water... well, it gathers the dirt in strings... looks very nice.. NOT! But figured out a smart way to do it, wash is with the spounge and then dry it of with a towel before it dries! Ingenious! Or you could pray for rain, tried that one.. were some clouds there for a while, and even a light light drip.. but not enough. Works with the towel though... Oh, and I vaccumed it as well, with my amazing Cyclonic Vaccum cleaner (see video..) so it's very clean inside..... eh

Anyways, another day tomorrow, which I hopefully will spend on the beach and a phone call from Skilled telling me that they want me to work for them would be pretty good as well. Oh, if your a HR manager for some engineering firm and want a graduate engineer (electronics, but can learn others..), well, I'm your man! Amazingly awesome I am, can do anything, me and McGywer are like a spounge and a soap!

That's all for me, today, and I'm looking forward to your amazing imput, that is what makes the world of blogging go around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and now I can't write anymore as I get confused...

Quinn The Eskimo (They Mighty Quinn)

2006-08-17T00:38:00.000-07:00

Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair,Ev'ry girl and boy But when Travinia the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy. Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Travinia.

This song has nothing to do with this post, other then inspiring me to write this post (as I had a way to start it.. oh, and... well, you probably figured it out already! (although it's a pretty crap image... last one.. unless I get some very good pictures)

I did think about something yesterday though, I had one of those (rare) thoughtful and deep insights... But of course I cannot remember it now.. probably will remember it in an hour or so, when I have finished this post..

Again, I'd like to make some advertisement fro Launchcast it is pretty good, and if your getting bored of the music your currently listening to and want to get, lots and lots, of obscure bands you have never heard about before in your favourite genre.. well it's a pretty good place to start.

Oh, if you like the idea of hitting people in the head with sticks... I'm planning to start with Kendo in a couple of weeks, if you want to come check it out with me, let me know! I'm planning to try the beginners classes out for a month, and see how it is.

And, I do have a little idea, to make things a bit interesting, if you have some cool liks, pictures or something like that.. don't hesitate to send them to me and I'll put it/them up in a magnificent post!

Until we meet in the dark, MKC

P.S Be careful when your trying to drive into government buildings so the don't have one of these...

Ekka day!

2006-08-15T18:58:00.000-07:00

So, today is the Ekka day... Or not exactly, today is they day people working in the central area of Brisbane have their day off.. Which should be quite a few people.. And the reason for this is that they should go to the Ekka(?). When I write this two of my regular readers have spent around 3 hours or something there already, running around and doing whatever you do on a market, and they still have like 8-9 hours to go.. Anyways, me and Steve are of to check it out in a bit (although we went there for 30min or so on Monday, which I kinda thought was enough). I don't really enjoy being at a place where there's stacks of animals (and animal pooh), lots and lots of kids, lots of stalls there try their best to make you test (and usually, in my case, make a fool of yourself), people bumping in to you from everywhere and stuff. But, I may be wrong and this may be a totally wonderful experience!!!! And I sit in a corner and cry when they close.. Update will follow, watch this space!

Other news.. The BEACH is Awesome! What better way to spend a Monday then going up the coast and haning on the beach, throwing a Zocker Combo football around, and then go for lunch at one of the restaurants near by? Not many that I can think of.

Anyways, have to go and make some pancakes and then it's off to the Ekka...

Oh, btw, Mel, what about the Ronali? You forgot them in your race!

Monday.....

2006-08-13T16:44:00.000-07:00

Hey dear Blogreader

What do you think about the fact that today, it is Monday! Do you like it? Looking forward to a new week? Did you, wake up, with a big grin on your face and the though "Wheeee hooo! Another great and exciting week in my great and exciting life! Thank you God for creating me, thank you for putting me here, thank you for my friends and thank you for today!". If you did, my taking-of-the-imaginary-blue-hat-gratulations to you! If you didn't, well, though luck, and just remember, there are people worse of than you!

Like me, I have to go to the beach today....

Beach! Finally, haven't been there for ages (well, were there last Saturday, but didn't really count as it was at night and there were no getting into the water involved) and will be cool I think.

So, weekend was pretty good, Jo become and old lady, eh, no, wait, maybe not old, and, btw, she's actually having a birthday today (I believe), so Happy Real Birthday to you Jo!

Smiley finally lived up to his name... Having a picnic in the park (about 200m from Mel's house..) can be pretty fun, you never know what strange topics people bring up.. And, never call Steve a bird, unless you have a good explanation to why you call him that particular bird!

Oh, got some photos from my dear friend Kalle to! How his house/appartment and daughter looks like (and, how my dear friend Lars looks like when he's getting married), really interesting to see how a house looks like when it is finished, last time I saw it was when we were thrashing walls with sledgehammers!

Anyways people, it is now time, to get ready, and to go to do it on, eh, didn't work, tried to get as many 2 letter words in a row as I could... What I was trying to say, is, time to go and get ready for tha beach!

We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features.
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you’ll find in a jet;
The other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.

Not a whole lot

2006-08-10T02:56:00.000-07:00

So, another post, and this one will have not deapth what so ever, so maybe I'll get a few comments this time? Can't say I have a lot to tell, except, that my dear friend Nathan (aka Smelly aka Smiley aka Smiz aka some other names) have joined the exclusive clubs of the non singles! Congrats to him, and, I suppose, her (don't have the copywrights to her name yet, so cant put it up)! So, that makes one less in the singles club then, not that "the singles club" exists, it doesn't, just a figure of speach, but if it did exists, well, then he would have left it, provided he'd be in it to start with, which he, of course, isn't, as it doesn't exist, nor have it ever..

Anyways, other news sees my most trusted commenter (although she claims she'll written her last post, due to some unfortunate misunderstanding, I must add) and miss Biggs are going to the little country south east of us... Seeing snow and sights I believe they are going to do, we (royal we... see, I think I'm royal! Or maybe I just have a multiple personality but am afraid to admit it, hence I revert into the "I'm royal" state...) wich them all the best and promise to miss them the last two days they are away!

I think that was all the things I could write about, withouth stretching things to much, I'll try to find a picture of sorts to put up for your enjoyment! And maybe even a riddle or a poem?

Couldn't fit this image up there...

A tribute to Smelly, no longer Smelly!

Downs and Ups

2006-08-07T00:18:00.000-07:00

So, it's been a weekend of dissapointment and some trepiditation... Was supposed to get my english test results (big thing for my PR) on Friday, but didn't. So had to wait for it over the entire weekend.. fun fun.

Anyways, friday night starts with us celebrating Burnzys bucks party, starting with a BBQ here and then move on to play some pool... Where me and Knobby play against Steve and Justin.. And get pantsed! So there is disappointment 1 for the weekend: I'm being a wuzz and refuse to take my pants of and run around the table, instead I go home as I "need to sleep, because I have to work in the morning".

So, Saturday, we play Football against the bottom team, we win 6-1, but I don't think I have a specifcally great game... to be mild. Get a few comments from one of my team mates, disappointment 2 of the weekend: I sulk.

Saturday night, we meet outside of Amy and Debbie's (withouth them knowing we'll be there or being home), although Amy and Greg show up while were still trying to decide what to do.. Anyways, after a lot of time (oh, btw, we spent 2h or something in msn converstion before we got to a decision where to meet..) we managed come to the conclusion that we'll go to Bribie Island, via Nathan and Naomi's place (to pick up Greg) and Cabolture BP. No disappointments so far.

Then, we end up at the beach on Bribie, were all having fun, playing around with a ball and tackling each other. Then, Steve and Greg decide to prank me and Greg hides behind me and Steve pushes me back... Me falling on my back, and trying to get revenge on Steve, and try to wrestle him down.. Not the smartest move ever, so disappointment 3: Me getting really really angry and trying to wrestle Steve down (no more success, only difference I look like a complete jerk). So, instead of saying sorry to Steve for loosing it, I sulk, again! Always easier to be angry with someone else than bite the sour apple (?) and admit your the one that's an idiot... Got around to it in the end, and man it's emarrasing.. Must say sorry to everyone that was there.

Good night apart from that though!

Sunday night, making pancakes (Swedish style) after church (not using the best of frying pans) and people are trying to offer me suggestions, what to do, what equipment to use etc. And.. disappointment 4: I snap and get annoyed and tell people not to... Oh, the patience....!!!! (pancakes seamed to work out nicely in the end, in spit of my short patience)

Monday, waiting for the mail.. Will it be another disappointment? I'm somewhat worried about the writing component of my English test, pretty confident about the listening and reading parts though, and fairly confident about the speaking test.. Mail arrives and me, taken by a sense of dread, opens it and...

Fulfillment (synonym to disappointment apparently)! I get 8.5 on listening, 7 on reading, 9 on Writing and 9 on Speaking (8.5 in avg).. So, the thing I was most confident about went the worst, the thing I was most nervous about went the best... Weird, but WHO CARES!!!??? I ONLY NEEDED SIXES!!!

Anyways, with that worry out of the way, maybe I can start behaving again.

Hope your having lots of ups and not so many downs!

vida, el universo y burbujas del jabón

2006-08-03T02:57:00.000-07:00

So, had a job interview today, always a good thing to have, of course I didn't shine like a little star as always.. Did ok me thinks, but that is generally not good enough. Prepared a bit for this one to, tried learning Visual Basic for Applications (in one day), didn't become an expert, but atleast I had some clue of what I were doing.. But, the most important part was writing some pseudo code, and writing pseudo code is fairly easy... except that I never tend to know what I should actuall write, to focused on one language... Thing was that all I had to do was to read from two files, connect them together (person to winnings), figure out how much each person had won, if they had won more than 20k, and if all their winnings was the same (e.g. lotto, horses) and then write two files with the name, how much they won and what they won in... Now the easy, and smart way, to do this when you can pick from all and any language, is to use something like .Net's DataSet to read your files into (two tables), then make a view with some funky sql qurey that gives you what you want, and then just print it to a file, either by looping, creating a string, where you "manually" put your delimiter in the string, or using some funky function.. me, I was to focused on C.. and though using a DataSet (or database) may be cheating.. so I did loops.. probably works, but not to pretty... Anyways, such is life and you never know until you know..

Other thing, tommorrow I, most probably, will get my IELTS test... Also very very funny... Should be ok, but me and written exams doesnt go well together, I always seem to under achieve on them, may have something to do with me having no short term memory... hm, oh well, I'll guess I'll figure out how that went when I do...

So, what is happening in your life this moment in time? (from about 10 mins ago to 10 mins in the future) Anything interesting? Anything funky? Anything with very little chocolate and very much cofee?

Trying to keep this post somewhat short.. Not that it is very short, I can't write short posts, it's not in me... Oh, well, now I'll stop anyways, should go help Steve and Greg, or at least, superwise (is that spelled with a v or a w?), Steven and Greg, cook.

Oh, btw, you can now get mattiac.blogspot.com translated into 9 different languages! Cool heh?

Another day of survival

2006-07-27T03:58:00.000-07:00

So another day I have survived!

And it haven't been any day either, me, joining Medibank Private on my visitors insurance (almost practicaly and stuff makes me an Australian), my (technically Mikes, but he's not here atm) car got a new CV Shaft and Boots (not sure what a car need boots for, but they mechanics now best) it also got some oil, some workshop supplies and some care! Oh, and I got two CD's, thank you Aaaalissssoooon! For your edification I'll tell you later (further down in this post) what CD's I bought, hm, I may even put a picture or two in! Then you'll already know what CD's I bought when you read this but I won't know that you know yet, as I haven't put them in yet, and I can still choose not to put them in and then you'd be all confused!

Appart from that, well, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! ok, it was the B division and the b final (fifth place) but we still won it and got medals! And me getting football medals don't happen very often (planning to get another on this year, just so you know, watch out Beenleigh!)

And, apparently, there are another team that call themselves "The Champions" (or something) that can't really do that anymore now can they? You need to reach a final to win something, right? I guess Mel played awesom as always though, so no blame on her (ps. this has nothing do do with me having a be nice to Mel week)

So, deciding that I should put the images of my newly acquired CD's at random places in this post, you will, off course, already know that as you have seen them, but they are not there now, kinda weird actually. I mean, I'm doing this post and I don't know that the images are there, yet, but you, who reads this post and have nothing to do with it, you know they are there and you sort of see them before I do, hmm, strange world we live in!

Упование вы будете иметь большой день!

PS: There are two new links you could check out.. pretty good ones, just have to remember what the second link is supposed to be so I can put it up there, so, if there are two new links, I did remember it, if there is only one new, I didn't

PS2: Want to draw your attention to the newly reopened mpcsocial.blogspot.com that is one of my lame tries to get people to try a new way of organise things..

PS3: Oh, and check out the new SECTION (located where the old "interesting fact" section was)

mio ventisettesimo compleanno!

2006-07-24T19:50:00.000-07:00

So, another year in my life.. Has it been good? Well, for the most part it actually has, nothing really bad has happened (always good) lots of good things has happened. I have had many many issues with many different things as always. I have finished another Master degree (hopefully my last!).. I have been in the sun, I have played Football, I have spent time with friends, I have made new friends, I have been in "love", I have stuffed up, I have done things I had never done before, I have been angry, I have been sad, I have spent my forth consecutive birthday in Australia (which, is somewhat weird as I have only been here for 31 months and 12 days [give or take a day], and last I checked that would be about 2.6 years), I have lost a loved one, I have missed a few weddings, I have made a fool of myself, I have been impressive, I have been mean, I have been nice, I have sinned, I have been forgiven, I have prayed, I have argued, I have listened, I have talked, I have written a blog, I have been responsible, I have ben irresponsible, I have been working, I have been looking for work, I have done what I should, I have not done what I should, I have written a really really long paragraph with lots and lots of commas that nobody will read as it is way to long! I have ended this very long paragraph.

Yesterday Steve organised a birthday gathering for me, that noboday said they could come to as they all had other things to do.. So, me going there thinking it would be a crowd of about 5 of us.. But it turned out Steve had told everyone to say they couldnt come, even if they could.. So.. when I got there there where, like a crowd of people there! Made me feel very special indeed!

So, All I want to say isto all of you for showing up, and a special thanks to Steve for organising it!

To wrap this little post up... here's a "Trivia for the Toilet" just for you:

In Somalia, Africa, it's been declared illegal to carry old chewing gum stuck on the tip of your nose

Hope your having a sorprendente day and all that all of you will battersi per una causa legittima!

Fear

2006-07-23T18:38:00.000-07:00

So, PR application have been lodged (or is it has been lodged?), anyways, lodged it is.. And $2k stolen from my account (which now gives me a total fortune of $180.. mr wealth, that's me!) and no promises at all given, except that I need to send in a lot of papers, which I think I should send in when they contact me.. but it's all confusing. Don't like this applying for VISA things, it only makes you feel like some kind of criminal and makes you nervous (and poor) for a while.. Would be so much better if you just had to go and talk to someone for a little bit and they'll say "I like you mate, welcome to Australia!", or "Sorry, chap, we don't want your kind here, p**s of to where you belong". Quick and painless, but no, insted you have to send in a billion papers and answer questions stating that your not a criminal and that you should answer everything truthfully, or else!, but at the same time you should make some judgement and stuff.. BAH! I say, Bah again! Inefficient!

About two things that worries me (at lest two thing I can see that worries me);

The English test I did on Saturday.. should be ok, only need 6/9 on all 4 sections, but you never know... Thinking that unless you have some idea of what your doing you'll always thing you did OK.
Two years study requirement... Got told to (byt dimia) to ask QUT if I met the requirements, they didn't have a clue (QUT that is), but as far as they were concerned I had been a full time student for all bar one semester (the last one, and out of 5) so.. Me thinks that is two years.. But will the person that handles my application think that or is there something I have missed??

Hm, maybe should add a third one.. Job.. Nah, I'll be positive.. Job won't be a problem, who wouldn't like to hire someone as amazing as I am?

Last day of my 26th year today.. Your still invited to my little birthday celebration (read previous entry for details). Although I know most of you who read this wont come as you have more important things to do *cry like a little 3 year old who got a blue bike instead of a green*

Anyways, how you'll have a day flabbergasting day (although it would be more flabbergastingly if you came to my birthday thingy)

Si la tengo, no te la doy,

y si no la tengo te la doy.

That was a spanish riddle just for you!

When the Rhinocerote caprioles

2006-07-21T04:10:00.000-07:00

So, tomorrow is a biggish day for me... (bigish, may be the correct spelling, but looks better with two g's) .. it's of to the Sunny Coast Uni to write/listen/speak/read an english test!

Kinda important this test, as I need to get 6/9 in all of the 4 different sections (well, if I get 7,8 or 9 that is ok as well, but not below 6 in any of them), and all this just so I can get "competent" english.. which gives me 20p for my little PR application (as opposed to 15 as I have now). And, offcourse, I do sadly lack those 5 extra points and, hence, my going up early as in the morning..

Now getting up early in the morning isn't all that bad if you can go to bed early... Guess I still technically can go to bed early.. just pretty hard falling a sleep when there are lots of people having a party at my, not so amazingly sound proof, house (sound proof house... hm, wouldnt have helped much if the outher walls were soundproof as the people are mainly indoors.. but anyways!)...

Hm, there was something I intended to say.. hm, can't remember it.. So, instead, I'll tell you all that your invited to come to the Kookaburra Cafe, 280 Given Tce on Monday night at 7pm to celebrate (or mourn) my coming of the ridiculously old age of 27... If your coming you need to RSVP to Steve(eyboy) before Monday, I think, as he needs to know how many are coming.

If you cannot come.. well your very welcome to suprise me on Tuesday, nothing that stops you! Not hinting or anything, neither am I commenting on a previous posts comment made by someone.. no no, not I, why would I do such a thing?

Oh, another thing Gilligan, eh, Jill, wanted me to write about the best thing that has ever happened to me.. Been given that one a little (sorry Gill, eh Jill) and can't really figure out what "The best" thing that ever happened to me is, maybe getting born? If that is such a great thing.. maybe getting my first bike? Think you appreciated things more when you were young.. as opposed to todays kids.. they just want and want (spoken from my capaciously, prodigiously, whoppingly, vast experience on the subject)

Anyways, time for me to do something, like talking to some of the people that are here, brush my teeth, finding my earplugs I bought at the pharmacy next to Mel's, and somehow manage to fall a sleep... (not at the same time, obviously)

Have a stupendiously peachy day!

Memories and Friends

2006-07-17T05:07:00.000-07:00

I'm getting old, or atlest my memory is getting old.. Went to watch Over the Hedge the other week.. (kinda liked it too) Had to go back there the next day and ask "have you seen a grey old Nokia mobile phone, it have an ugly (not that I think that) image of a "sheep" as screen saver", which they did (ok, theh phone was on silent so the sheep wasn't there... So I had to say the first number in the phone book (being Aaron, but didn't know that, should have figured), couldn't do that but it was ok to say any number.. managed to do that..

Then last Friday I went to watch Superman Returns (kinda not liked that one.. unless the idea with it was to make me sleepy and want to leave), and had to walk back there after two days and ask "Eh, I think I left my wallet here on Friday...", "How does it look like?", "It's black...... and it should have a drivers license in it..". Sure, they did have it there and she looked at the drivers license (probably the photo) and said "Yepp, looks like you"...

So, last two times I'v been to the movies I have forgotten something.. getting bad.. Planned to whinge about me getting old and my memory deserting me, but rememberd that I have always had a tendency to forget things everywhere.. So instead all I can say is:

I LOVE LOST AND FOUND SECTIONS!!!

But not as much as I love friends though. They are good to have (not that I tell them that very often, I'm mainly being mean and saying bad things to them), for instance, on Saturday (when my wallet was hiding in the L&F section at Southbank Ciniplex) we went Bowling (oh, I worked on Saturday morning, after sleeping 5h because I watched Superman... well spent time that, I then played football [no s-word here] against the top team of our div. Drew 1-1, but we were way good me think. Then got home, played some UFO: Aftermath [very fun game me thinks] intending to stay at home being lazy all night [That didn't happen {as usual..}]) . Anyways, Bowling.. (had dinner at Matt's place first to! [one or two o's in that?]) we happily drove away to play bowling, and offcourse I had no money, so what did my nice and loveable friends do? They made a little Matt fund, and sponsored my Bowling! (I then managed to win a beer as well [type bear first.. would have been cool, but then maybe not, beers are pretty cool.. guess bears are pretty warm? And they'r supposed to have a very bad breath])

Bowling was fun, although I lost to both Ali and Mel... But that was ok, I mean, what don't you do for your friends? Eh...

Anyways, after we had been bowling (being the last ones there [disco bowling it was as well!], for a long time) we got hungry.. So off to HJ's we went (still me being money less) and another Matt fund (Me almost teary eyed [on the inside {deep deep on the inside}] at this point)!

While eating, I get two phone calls at the same time (around 11:50pm) one from Steve, wondering where we were and if we had fun, one from Pete, sitting in his car outside his house with his keys down in NSW... So, time to go home and dust of the Air mattress and spend a couple of hours talking about lifes deep mysteries (maybe not so deep, but who knows?) with Pete (and another 5 hour sleep).

That's how weekends should be, busy busy, and spending them with your friends!

So, a big thank's to you all for making my life much more interesting than it would be if I had no friends and had to spend all my time sitting and writing on my blog without anyone ever bothering to read it because I hah no friends that knew it existed and hence went there to read something and write some comments and Trav if you happen to read this and havent run out of breath because there are no commas I know there are no commas or stops in this sentence

Oh, almost forgot, Smiley, what do you like my usage of (), [], {}, almost in your league?

A charm of goldfinches!

2006-07-09T22:22:00.000-07:00

So, I'm not a criminal either (at least they don't think so, they couldn't positivelly identify me as they didn't have any fingerprints) which is always good me thinks. Only thing to worry about now before I can apply for my Permanent Residency is the English test I have to do next Saturday... Have therefore stolen two books from the back of my car (Mike's car, and those books should have been given away to charity ages ago, if you happen to read this Mike, they will be, very very soon, hopefully today), they are called "English Power Book 3" and "Year 7 Spelling Activities".. Did you know you can say "a gaggle of cheese"? I didn't, so I'm learning heaps of stuff by reading these books made for 12 year olds...

Anyways, I'm also done with uni! Got my results today (not brilliant there wherent, but I can live with them), now all I have to do is getting QUT to say I'm done with my degree and I'm done with uni, forever and ever and ever, Ahem.

So, short post today, gotto go away and do some grocery shopping with Steve.. You need to eat I have figured, you also need to sleep.. Sleep.. brings me into why I haven't slept much tonight, watching the $@%@#$%$ Italians win against the Frenchies in the World Cup final.. Wonder what Matzeratti (or howerever he spells his name) told Zidane to make Zidane headbutt him in the chest... Some controversy it was in the decision to send of Zidane as well.. the 4th official watched a tv monitor and told the ref, not supposed to do that apparently.. but maybe they should start to do more of that? What do you think?

And for you not-so-interested-in-the-beautiful-game here's a question for you:
What would happen if we took the letter P and replaced it with ^.^?

Have a nice and happy day with some sunshine and lots of charming goldfinches!

I am an Engineer!

2006-07-04T21:16:00.000-07:00

"I am pleased to advide that the competencies you have demonstrated taken in conjunction with your qualifications from Blekinge Institute of technology, Sweden awarded in October 2002 have been assessed as meeting the current academic requirement for standing as a Professional Engineer in Australia"

That, my friends, is a very good thing. Offcourse I was fairly confident that I was and Engineer before I got told this, but that Engineers Australia thinks the same is a very nice thing indeed. Now, all I have to do is to somehow get my police records (that I seem to have stuffed up somewhere) and do well on the english test on July 22... And I can atleast apply for Permanent Residency (and have a chance of success). Oh, almost forgot, have to get QUT to give me my results and say my degree is finished. I only need results from one unit (would be good to get from both) and I already know what I got in that unit.. but it is, by some reason, not official yet...

Anyways this is a very good thing! Me, the Professional Electronics Engineer, has spoken.

As to my dentis thing, went there this morning, with a bit of fear and trepiditation (and trembeling), got there and he looked at my mouth for a while and said something about the bone where they should put the screws in were deep enough, but it didn't look that brilliant, as it was to narrow.. So to make it look good I should do a nother bone graft. And as I look so good generally I thought my mouth deserved the same... So now I'm off to see some other dentist to talk about doing a bone graft.. More waiting! But.. this time they will put me to sleep when the do the grafting (the did this the last time they grafted as well, but not generally at the dentist), but they will also put the screws in while I sleep!!!

Gill (with a J, so not actualy Gill, but Jill, but doesn't make as much sense saying "with a J" if I spell it right, as you can see for yourself it is a J and you may get confused..) said I should talk about something positive, something that made me happy.. Kinda did with this first bit, but my next post will talk about my most favourite moment of all time! ......

God Bless and grant you some of his 5 different loves!

Post Worldcup (almost)

2006-07-03T17:00:00.000-07:00

Hm, haven't written a new post for ages, but nobody gives me any topics! So what do I have to write about? That last week I played goalkeeper for our church's football (soccer) team and let in 6 goals in one half? Man I rocked! I was diving everywhere (witout getting to the ball), running around in the pentalty box (not where the ball was), distributing goal kicks (to where my team mates werent). In short I rock!

Appart from that, well, Worldcup is kinda over (if you don't know what Worldcup I'm talking about your not worthy of knowing!), Sweden went out, Australia went out, England went out, Spain went out, Holland went out... Basically all the team's I support a little (by different reasons) are out. Ok, there are only 4 teams left and they are all Europeean teams (Europe rock!) so I guess I could support one of them.. maybe France or Germany then.. This is all non interesting stuff though, what team I would support of the last 4 in the Football World Cup (giva away!) so I'll stop writing about it!

What else? Hm, I have about 26 days to apply for permanent residency before my visa runs out.. And ofcourse I do not have all the papers I need.... Well, 26 days is a long long time.. I mean, I'll be 27 by then... and that is pretty old so I hope that is far far away in time, I can't be that old, I mean, I just go born and stuff, can't be that long ago, surely?

Other not so interesting stuff happening in my life is that I have to go to the dentist to be drilled in (in the bone.. not in a tooth... no such wuzziness...) and then they will put two screws in there, oh, forgot they'll cut a bit in me first... this is all supposed to happen tomorrow (should have happened last wednesday but then my dentist was sick) and can't say I look forward to it at all.

Anyways, that is that, another pointless blog, this time without any pictures, proudly brought to you by mattiac.blogspot.com!

Nothing much to write about

2006-06-20T21:48:00.000-07:00

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What have I just tried to draw?

Well, that kinda sums it up... I got nothing to write about hence I'm reduced to try and make ascii art... Terrible, I could offcourse write about the fact that I have done my last ever exam two days ago... At least I hope it is my last ever exam, will know that soon I guess.. hmm, brb, gotto check my results..... nah, not up yet, should have been up late last week according to my teacher but such is life (not the exam I did on monday.. that would be weird).

Another thing I guess I could have written about, if not my ^%$@#^%$ alarm clock (read phone) hadn't decided that it wanted to sleep in and not wake me up at 4.15 as I so kindly had requested of it, is the game between Sweden and England.. 2-2 it ended after a late goal by Henrik Larson.. (and 3 other goals as well, among other thing a cracker from Joe Cole). But as I didn't see the game, being sound asleep because of my phone being grumpy, all I write about is the goals.. Oh, and that Matt said that both teams played crap.. don't think I would have cared much about that as I would have been chewing on my jumper until the end of the game (unless I somehow knew the result from the other game).

A third thing I could write about is that I sometimes wish that God would have made us guys a little more like women in that it isn't enough to see a woman to think she is really great and I would really like to know here.... Would be good if it required a little more than that, but such is life and it only to get over it.. but man where she cute... bah!

Got a dentist appointment today, where they want me to sign some consent form... Scares me abit..

Hope you have a good day and all your wishes about smurfs and christmas trees will come true!

Pets

2006-06-13T01:47:00.000-07:00

As the plagiarism/copy stuff seemed to tough a topic for most of my readers I have decided to keep it a bit lighter from now on (unless I get some though interesting topics to write about that is). So, todays posts it about Pets!

I could have written about football (soccer for the uneducated) and say that Australia pulled out a rabbit of the worn out old green and gold hat, but that would only lead me to writing about how Sweden managed a magnificent draw against 10 men Trinidad and Tobago (T&T). Now 0 - 0 against T&T is a result to be proud of! It set's up us beautifully for the game against Paraguay, they will be believing that we suck and cannot score even if they would go and have a coffee break (or fika as we would say) but Oh are they misstaken! Oh, forgot, I'm writing about pets, not football.. Rosicky seem like a brilliant addition to the squad for the Arsenal though.. eh, ok, pets!

"Are you a cat or a dog person?" is a question that people often ask's, I generally try to reply whatever I think would benefit me in the specific situation when the question is being asked, but less devious people than me may actually have an oppinion in this case and may take it seriously. So, here's a little something for you dog lovers out there..

What is generally a reason for having a dog? (except them being rather stupid and being very happy every time you get home) Generally it would be that they can protect you, if a burglar comes in they will bark and hence save your life. Cat's as we all know do no such things, unless they want to be patted and walks around the burglars legs, tripping the poor burglar. But! What would your dog do if a Bear enters your backyard? He would most probably make some whingeing noises, roll over and say "Bite me, I'm not threat to you Oh great master" a little cat on the other hand..... He would get pissed (pardon my language) off and thinking "Hey, who does this bear thing think it is? Coming into my turf!" and then chase the poor bear up into a tree, no only once but twice! And sit there and guard the bear he would as well.. Don't believe me? Take a look at the picture (you'll need to enlarge it a bit) and click on this link.

So, currently the score is:

Cat 1 - Dog 0

Btw, what do you like my newest addition to my blog? A random joke just for you (instead of an add for young campbell... got to many emails)

Plagiarism (sort of)

2006-06-09T17:46:00.001-07:00

So, got like one topic to write about and that is Plagiarism...

What can I say about it? It get's you suspended from uni if they catch you doing it! So dont!

A more interesting topic that is sort of like plagiarism is copying stuff.. like music, movies and things like that. Have you ever done said thing? If you have, well, criminal!!!

They had this big site in Sweden (very popular and I won't give you the address) that got shut down a week or two ago. Consequently the Swedish police's website and the government website got DOSed (Denial of Service). Apparently the US government had put some preassure on the Swedish police/government to shut the site down and that was not popular at all.

The thing is though, that it took the site a couple of days to get up again, in a different country (actually a few of them for some redundancy) and all the effort spent to shut it down was wasted. Now if I were an artist och movie maker or something I would offcourse want money for the stuff I make so I would therefore be against all kinds of copying.. But, there is always a but, is making it harder to copy, shutting down sites, making stacks and stacks of people into criminals, putting out fake files with messages (Madonna) and tracking devices in them, the way to go?

I don't think so, take the Madonna example, there they put out this fake song that had the name of the real song but instead of music they got an angry Madonna telling them "What the F*** do you think your doing?!" now had I been someone that wanted to listen to a song and figure out if it would be worth buying the album... I would have said ^%#^%$ you Madonna and never bought anything of hers in my life. Now I'm not a Madonna fan and would never even go through the trouble of downloading a song of hers, but that is beside the point. So I don't think this is an especially brilliant thing to do... Unless you want to loose customers (fans?).

Neither do I think putting all this effort and money into copy protection is especially brilliant either as there will always be someone that manages to crack it and the one's that generally get hurt by it are the ones that actually go and buy the CD (or whatever it is).

And buying songs online? Well paying almost as much as you would for a CD, without getting a cd case, an actual nice looking cd or a little book with the lyrics? On top of that you can only copy the song about 3 times (depending on where you buy it from).

Why not try and find the REAL problem? The real problem is not that people copy things, it is WHY people copy things...

My theory (most probably flawed but still a theory) is that people copy because:

It is cheap (can't competed with $0)
It is convinient (you can get any song)
They don't want to give money to the record companies (artist ok, record company bad)
There are more smurfs then there are smurfettes (?)

So, in my world, the best way to go around this is to

Organise some kind of organisation that may be run by all the record companies around where almost EVERY song that is or have been released is available. Now places like napster (which is a pretty good online music store) or any other onine music store, can use that DB and for every song people buy they pay a certain fee to the main company.
Not putting any restrictions on the files
Selling them rather cheap (better to sell many cheap than a few expensive as a famous artis will get more people on their concerts)
Reward people for buying stuff (if you buy 50 songs you get something cool)

What do you guys thing about this?

Suggest a Topic

2006-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:00

I have been approached by some certain someones (!#:) that I should have "suggest a topic" section.. Now I think that would be very much copying nathans idea but who am I to say no? So here it is...

My Own: "Suggest a topic and there is a small (very small) chance that I may write something about it" section!

To make this a bit easier let's use this post's reply section to suggest topics (at least it makes it easer for me to figure out what to know what you suggest I write about)

I'm wondering if there should be some rules about what topics you could suggest, but I'll figure that one out later (when I get topics that are , as Sara would say, "inapropriate")

So, feel free to let your creative juices (stole that one from my lecturere) flowing and gimme some interesting topics to shed some Swedish light on!

Lift Me Up!

2006-06-03T21:12:00.000-07:00

Hello to you bloggreader!

When you are feeling low and the world conspires against you to bring you to your knees and push your head into the gutter while laughing in your face with spit flying everywhere while your loosing your breath while reading along meaningless sentence with no commas or stops, what music do then put on?

I'm now talking about music that lifts you up and convinces you that, no matter what, you are still Gods gift to everyone on this planet!

I have two songs that I like to listen to then (both of them being by Swedish bands, but in English):

Biggest & The Best By a Swedish band called Clawfinger
Carry On By another Swedish band called Insania

Click on the link to go view the lyrics (the Insania website is pretty crap...).

So, now when you know my "lifte me up" songs, which are yours?

Found a website with songs that "make your heart sing" although not exactly what were looking at here (as were more looking at ego building songs) still close enough and has it's place in the world...

Another site I just must share is Launchcast, pretty awesome site I think. It makes you create your own radio station.. Not working perfectly, but still quite ok. Only downside is that it is American, so most music is from the US or the big artists. But still is pretty awesome though.

Tickle Me!

2006-05-30T20:24:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-05-29T01:30:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-05-24T16:32:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-23T21:15:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-22T01:37:00.000-07:00

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..

2006-05-20T19:37:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-05-19T01:30:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-17T18:50:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-16T22:36:00.000-07:00

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...