I still love you, tubies.

Dear Lord.

Someone posted a comment on my site. Thank You, and thank you "Chris" as well, who posted a comment. The one and only.

I know your real name is Andreas, and yes, this will probably move you one step closer to me consenting to trying out that thing you want to try out, (minus the aubergine) but nonetheless, thank you.

For the longest while I'd been against the whole comment system thing. What if they thought me very very dull and said so? Or worse - what if they found me very very dull and said nothing at all? What if they thought me extremely gifted, offered me a bookdeal and a penthouse, maybe some shoes, but had no hands with which to type?

I know Hawkins has published many many books without the use of any limbs whatsoever - but what if my mystery admirerer had no fabulous breathing tube with which to voice his opinion? (and when I say "voice" well, hey. You. are. kidding. who. now.)

I guess we all want to know that somebody gives a hoot. That you're not typing in vain, or "just for your own sake" as you like to tell people before handing them triplicates of your www adress. That you're not aaall alone in the world, even when the rest of the world would have you think so. Which makes you wonder exactly how many lepers are blogging these days. They must be loneliest people ever. It's one thing thinking that people don't really want to have anything to do with you, it's another to have flesh falling off everytime you reach over to nudge somebody. Like take the Leper lost in London. "Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of...oh wow. MY arm? oh, no that's not my arm...aaah...nice tie."

Well my arms are intact. Iiiin-tact. All the same, I am going to keep the comments system up. And thank you Chris. Here's a fan pic for you.

I know nothing of the stars on account of salmonella.

According to the (Swedish) Express today,

* There's 8 tonnes of salmonella-infected meat found at stores nationwide,
* Poison in the waters around Stockholm, that can potentially cause Ahlzeimhers
*...and people defiling the streets with urine. AND WHEN I SAY PEOPLE I MEAN MEN (and women with unusually long labia)
Yes, YOU. I know who you are.

It does not end there.

* a tropical storm (Emily) is about my hit my home-island.
And worst - worst of all this that is ungodly and smelly -
* I didn't get in to English this term on account of my having to be absent for a couple of weeks, meaning that I might have to look into working, the stuff of nightmares and middle-class citizens, to get through next term.

With the way the world is looking, it's actually not my fault I know basically nothing about astronomy or the exam that is scheduled for tommorow. If I do happen to fail it, however, I will blame El Niño. Horror must never outweigh logic.

What not to do in Asia

Highly recommended and definately an excellent read about being a stranger in a strange city under even stranger circumstances.

The chronicles to the right need to be read as well, meticulously, like an OCD will scrub his hand wishing for all the perfumes of Arabia, or in this case, Asia.

Them's fighting words!

How precious - "Spawn of Satan" has been renamed.

Good for them!

You might want to check out a post by the ever-beautiful and illustrious Margaret Cho for the background of this post - which, summed up, is about a group of people who beleive that they can deprogram homosexuals. The link above is a direct link to their - manifesto.

I stopped reading after the phrase "...people with homosexual struggles" and the burst of tea through my nose made me come to the realisation that Henry Rollins can no longer be my favorite comedian of all time. The "Love in Action" people are.

The thing that never ceases to amaze is how the Good Book can be so grossly used and abused. I'm glad we're past the age where people like me, shamesless sex-haver while unmarried that I am get pelted with rocks, little peices of debris, and small dogs, but there seems to be a need for the world to always have a victim. A flavour of the decade, so to speak. All because a group of old men, hyped up on the preachings of a really cool hippie-guy with sandals and some wacky smokes, thought that they heard the voice of God saying such fabulous things as:

"Kill...Kill now. You must KILL! Kill them till they are dead! With...with stones! Throw plenty of STONES! Oh for the love of Me, pelt, men, pelt! What, not legal anymore? damn Democrats, okay, pelt metaphorical stones, yes, them's good. Metaphorical stones! Nono, wait, not in the church, this is MY house. Try the greenhouse over on Baker & Fifth."

Last bit a trifle to obscure for you? Greenhouse, glasshouse, throwing stones metaphors - oh never mind, but good luck with that literature degree. I'll explain: Turns out that the author of the enlightening "Homosexuality yadda yadda myth" writes from experience, having once been a homosexual but now equipped with a church title and a plentifold of bible quotes.

All of this puzzles me. If I remember Bible school correctly, Deuteronomy 23 has a pretty interesting line: "No one whose testicles have been crushed or whose penis has been cut off may be admitted into the community of the LORD." How is it then, that a man with absolutely no balls whatsoever, and whose body has been cut off from his penis, leaving the man - well- just a giant dick - become the good reverend?

"Oh say can you see..."

Expressen did a pretty interesting thing today, lining up these two articles, side by side, in their online publication.

"Rapes teacher - gets lifetime imprisonment"

A 16 year old Brittish boy was condemned to lifetime imprisonment on monday for raping his teacher... he will be paroled after four and a half years, but only if doctors find that he is not a threat to society.

"Rapes student-gets one year's imprisonment"

"A high school teacher was condemned to one year's imprisonment on monday, for raping a student during a feild trip...The man was also ordered to pay 70 000 SEK in damanges to the woman"

Interesting contrast. On a related note, it's been written that Saddam has expressed a desire to stand trial in Sweden. Fancy that.