Em, at times slightly fearsome.

London was awesome, as usual. V and M were the perfect hosts and made my stay wonderful, thank you sooo much! <3

V and I shopped our way through Camden, drank lots and lots of tea, had wine at The end of the world and laughed lots. It felt strange going home again.

I managed to get a free Priority pass from RyanAir, and thank goodness for that. The flight home was packed with people, and delayed because of the thick fog. There was pretty much a stampede when they opened up the gate and let people through, people running over the tarmac to get to the plane as fast as they could.

I'm not sure these unnumbered seats are all for the best...

I got home anyway, I picked up my bags, and I picked up a nice flu. I blame the plane, breathing the same air 170 other people have used can't be healthy =P
But that's what Ibuprofen is for after all. And I have some really wonderful tea V gave me, white strawberry tea. Besides, I'll need the money after all that shopping ;)

Today is the first day of my life without my uncle in it. And the world turned a bit more grey.

The only thing I regret, is not telling him how much he meant to me.

I am still going to London tonight, because he'd hate me to stay home being sad. He was always saying we should have fun in life, and embrace it fully. I'll do just that, and I'll drink a pint for you uncle, I'll see you later.

Has been:

Summer, such a wonderful summer. It's been warm, maybe 3 days of rain in Gothenburg in total over 5 weeks. I haven't been off from work for that long since... school. It was very much needed, and we didn't really plan that much, we just wanted to feel the total freedom of doing what we felt like on any day.

We swam in the sea, visited Asperö and took the boat to a secluded beach on one of the islands in the archipelago and dove from the boat. Not one jellyfish came close, and the water was warm, clear and blue.

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I went to my friends Brian's wedding, and it was so much fun! There's nothing quite like partying with the Irish!
Me and P went to Denmark, Läsö and Karlskoga. Drove, swam, ran, walked and bicycled. My brother visited a couple of times, and it was overall very relaxing and nice.

And I've never watched as much Olympics as I did this year (the weather in Denmark was decidedly worse see)

Is:

Back at work again, almost back to usual. I have a newfound love for high heels, and actually learnt how to walk properly in them. I blame all the weddings and other parties I've gone to over the past 5 weeks!
I get a few extra cm on my height, and that my friends, is a very welcome addition. Sure pretty boots are nice, but not even I am vain enough to wear those on a warm summer day.

So, the new *yay* in my wardrobe are the high heels!
The new *nay!* would be the extra few kilos I put on over the summer thanks to beer, ice-cream and not really working out as much as I promised myself I would. But I'm already working on that now, so yeah... ahem.

Will be:

Faster, stronger, harder.... scooter? We're currently saving for a trip somewhere, making an effort to not spend cash irresponsibly. The idea of a trip to blue oceans and cheap drinks is really very motivating. 

Some of the cash will be spent in london of course, I'm coming over (finally!) 24-27 September to see my beautiful miss V (and compare scars, but I think she'll win now, poor sweetie)
We've decided to be off somewhere as soon as she's well again, and the credit card WILL be with us. Hey, here's an idea, Dublin?

Work has taken a turn for the better, as of today. I said the right words to someone, and hey! New interesting things to do!

The future is looking bright and shiny, and I'm very happy. Even though I'm turning 30. ;-)
(My mom called and gave me a shouting about turning 30, being unmarried and not having any kids. She's the one having a crisis for me, I really don't really worry that much about it. "When I was your age I'd been married 8 years and had a kid!". The fact that she isn't married any longer failed to have any importance during the argument)

 

Besides, I'm spending my old age with V in a house in Spain, blue hair, drinks in the morning and a young, handsome poolguy to pinch with our old (and surprisingly strong) hands!

After 5 weeks of glorious vacation, it's time to have a date with reality. To start earning cash again. To make an effort.
Ideally, I would've been motivated, wanting to do my very best, having ideas of change and bettering mankind.

Mostly though, I'm just tired, And a little bit hungry. I just got myself a Huge Coffee. That's what I ordered at 7-11. A Huge Coffee.
"One of those mornings?"
"Uhuh."
"I'll get you the largest cup I've got."

I would've told her I love her, but it could be considered strange. (Not that being considered strange should be any problem, but I don't want to fall out with the girl giving me the drinkable coffee)
You know, as opposed to the coffee machine at work who is in a state on constant PMS (or PMT, whatever you wish to call it), delivering vile coffee with a mood.

I'm slowly adjusting to the work pace. Checking mail. Starting Firefox. Finding bookmarks. Reading paper. Checking clock. Thinking about the next course of action. Like doing actual work.
I think I'll shuffle some paper while I try to figure out where to begin.

My thoughts are with V today, good luck honey.
 

Busy busy busy, sometimes I dream of distant countries (Like, uh, Great Britain) and white beaches with umbrella drinks (not Great Britain)

But I'm only a day away from 5 weeks of leisure, 5 weeks away from all things resembling work, 5 weeks in pure, relaxed bliss.
That's what I hope anyway. I've pretty much checked out mentally at work, as one does this close to free pastures. Sadly, I'm pretty much alone here, so I still have to work quite a lot, but in between I'm really just vegetating.

I'm thinking about getting a cheap ticket to Ireland, I hear Dublin isn't half bad?

Yesterday was "chick-day" and me and the girls went to get a few drinks and see "Mamma Mia". I wasn't really THAT interested in seeing it, but it wasn't too bad. The whole cinema was filled up to the last chair, and it wasn't even the premier.
I guess us Swedes really likes Abba (not that we're alone though). The girl next to me started singing along
 to all the songs, and even though she got a few weird looks, others soon joined.
People applauded, sang, laughed and cried in there, and there was no irritation what so ever (like there usually is when people are making noises during a movie)

Very un-swedish. Then again, there might've been more people with a few drinks in them apart from us ;-)

A feelgood movie if I ever saw one. It's also a shameful advert for Greece, so V, I wanna come with you guys. I wanna go to Greece. I wanna go to Greece. Veronica! Take me with you! Greece!

Ahem.

I just realized that my favorite club in Gothenburg has closed. That's a bloody shame. The (very) small pubs with electronic-music gets old really quick, with the same people coming there every time. Whether you wanna see them or not.
God I miss London sometimes. (although I could do without London's healthcare system, tubes and rents)

Busy busy busy, but with a lot of fun going on in between :)

Any of you good at HP Procurve 2524 and spanning-tree? Could use some help with syntax and that edge-port stuff right about now...

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I went to a colleague to help him out with a program that wasn't working properly. We talked, and I noticed a bottle of tonic water on his desk. I'd never seen that brand before, and the bottle was pretty, so I lifted it up to have a closer look.

"Where's this from? Haven't seen it before?"
"Oh it's a new one, it's good! Try it!"
"Naah I'm not a big fan of tonic"
"Yeah, but this is good, have a try."

So I took a healthy swig of what I expected to be fizzy tonic water.

It wasn't.

It was alcohol. Vodka. I took a shot of vodka at 8.30 am, at work.

My eyes watered, his eyes too - but from laughter.
I smell booze. And I haven't even had coffee yet. Great way to start a Friday if you ask me! ;-D

http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?in_article_id=128695&in_page_id=2

"A man who told police he had been raped by a wombat has, perhaps not surprisingly, failed to substantiate his claim in court.

In fact, Arthur Ross Cradock has ended up in the dock himself and been ordered to do 75 hours' community work for wasting police time.

Not only did he make up the wombat rape story, but the New Zealander also insisted the trauma of the attack had left him "speaking Australian".

The 48-year-old orchard worker pleaded guilty to a charge of "using a phone for a fictitious purpose", after calling police with the startling mesage: "I've been raped by a wombat."

Earlier on the afternoon of February 11, he had called police in Nelson, New Zealand, with a threat to "smash the filth" if they came to his home that night.

In a follow-up call, he made the wombat claim - and demanded immediate help from officers, only to call back shortly afterwards asking to drop the complaint.

He told the operator: "I'll retract the rape complaint from the wombat, because he's pulled out."

"Apart from speaking Australian now, I'm pretty all right you know, I didn't hurt my bum at all," he added.

Despite police telling the court of Cradock's struggles with alcohol, his defence lawyer Michael Vesty said drink had not been an issue that day.

And Judge Richard Russell admitted to feeling bemused by Cradock's motive and actions. But he did warn the wombat-slanderer not to do it again."

 

Still not quite sure. There isn't a single band signed that would get me to travel to Germany for them. I love being at WGT, but it IS a music festival of sorts, and there just isn't any music there that's tempting (yet?). 

The whole feeling of being at WGT is hard to describe, but it's pretty damn nice. However, paying for WGT-tickets, plane tickets, hotel, food, and not looking at any bands at all (unless I see one while drinking beer) feels a bit... wasted?

I'll sleep on it.

If I don't go, we got a room-reservation at Radisson, which is fully booked at the moment, in case someone would like to grab it.

 

 
Because of someone fucking up pretty badly and not remembering to check out the new laws about being on call, I just scored 3 weeks paid vacation. 

That means I have about 9 weeks to take out this year. Aaaahhh....

Now the only problem is trying to actually have time to be away from work? ;-)

 I can't even guess, is it an ape? Is it a cat? Marsipulami? Dog-like-thing?

Undead Warlock

Undead are the forsaken: just like you. While it's important that you don't fall apart (physically or mentally), you might find yourself salivating in an unhealthy manner when someone comes selling cookies. Get more sleep. You're a creepy, creepy warlock. You delight in the darker things in life - such as setting people on fire, and delight in the macabre. You'd probably fake your own death just to freak people out by getting up from the casket at your funeral.

Find out your real-life WoW race and class at QuizGalaxy.com

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Same eyes? I think so.

 
I was offered another job today, they called me at work and wondered if I was interested in becoming a "tech-specialist" at their company.

This sounded good, until I asked him to tell me more about it. 

He took a deep breath and read from a paper; 
"Thisjobrequiresadriverslicenseandwewouldliketoseeagenuineinterestincomputersand..."

In short, it was pretty much like what I seem to get offered a lot lately, a techie-on-demand, a company calls and the techie comes. 
Installing computers, printers, more complex things like building a net from time to time (they said, but why not just ask someone who does network planning for a living?) and dealing with people in different offices.

Glamourous? I dont think so. I can see where that is going. He needed someone to help the guys who had too much to do, which means I'd get the bastard customers no one wants, I'd get the piss jobs - like installing printers in a daycare center for kids who violently and uncontrollably vomits , I'd stand in the rain waiting for someone to open a door, I'd be watching 40 computers installing Vista. 

Thanks, but no thanks. My current work seems just so much sweeter after hearing what I could be doing if I didn't have this. 

I hadn't seen my friend Patrik in a long time, since before christmas actually due to work and so on, so we met up for coffee and a movie today. He gave me a late x-mas gift! And OMFG what a gift!



It's purely made of metallic, motorcycle parts to be exact, and comes from New York. It's awesome! Pretty big too, but of course you don't have anything to relate it to in that pic.

Veronica, här har du något att läsa och muntra upp dig med!

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Author?oid=9386

;-)

I'm mentally prepared for the dreaded Monday now. Time to go back to work and earn some money again (because the ones I had before was spent in London, easy come, easier go ^_^ )

I had a wonderful x-mas, spending most of the time with my brother and his gf, and an even better New Year with the excellent hosts Veronica and Michael. Thank you so much for making our New Year 2007/2008 so memorable!

I especially fancied the champagne/strawberry breakfast you made sweeties, that was simply a wonderful way to start the last day of the year, and spending it with my beautiful V made it just that little bit extra better. :-)

It's been a memorable year, but I won't do a long write-up about all the stuff that happened. I just feel blessed (by the wine Gods or something) and happy to have wonderful friends in my life (and nevermind the other ones, non?) and someone that means the world to me.

2008 will be the best year ever. Cheers to that!

I've decided to release a book. I've been writing since 2000, and there are now thousands of pages filled with more or less crappy text at home.

I shall release this unto the world. Well, not all of it, but the pieces that I think are good enough. 

What do you think, good or bad idea?