Happy birthday dad!

Hurrah for old dad today. I’m minutes away from jumping on my bike and eat chicken curry for dinner there.

It’s hard to explain how much I love it and how much that particular dish means to me. It would without a doubt be my death-row meal.

Unparalleled stress

This whole mixing. Doesn’t seem to work.

All work, no play

Been informed by myself that it might be strong focus on work this weekend. Not sure if it means cancellation of tomorrows Steam-sauna-party or a daring attempt of duplication is in progress.
I mean – who says you can’t party and work?

Grapes

Remember I read in an article somewhere about weight, exercise and fitness – that kind of thing, and the importance about allowing you to “at least one ‘bad’ day a week”. Meaning eat whatever you want that day = candy, ice cream, fries, pizza, -whatever.

And then the fitness-expert admitted that “we’ve all broken this rule, I mean who hasn’t eaten a grape in the supermarket, or during the movie or whenever”.

I’m still shocked. Here I go walk around all stupid, convinced fruit was good and healthy. I can’t even think of nibbling on a darn grape without feeling extreme guilt.

O, did I mention that one of all things production houses always keep for guests is (drum whirl) – grapes (cymbal).

“I’m sorry”

Hahah. This is stupid-funny. I love stupid-funny. Can also shamefully admit he was a true hero to me. Perhaps my first hero. Still remember when they played the song during a basketball tournament and my friend, Alex and I immediately ran across the hall and converged in an enormous high-five.

Aa, sweet, sweet memories. Weren't those the days?

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Der sauna revelry

The legendary Sauna-party*, before only hosted by Max at his former apartment – famously known as “Loftet”, will now be at Victor’s residence this Saturday. With the acceptance of a minor name change to Steam-sauna-party.

At Max’s party, only boys were allowed and we clogged the windows with steamy men-odors all evening. Victor is allowing females to his merriment and I’m quite concerned what will happen. But I expect the infamous rule of “bar-kaka” will be respected.


*Sauna-party is simple: tiny apartment, too many guests and shut windows. Yes, beverage is integrated in the concept.

"I like to fish"

"I concur"

I’m the only one who brought my laptop into the studio. Just surfing the web, clicking on banners, scrolling through nothing and nodding my head in agreement with the others whenever it sounds like they’re about to make a decision or ask for my opinion.

Day-dreaming at the audio-studio

Pretty girl eating banana.

– That’s disgusting, Christian!

Correct version

Am at this audio-studio today where we’re recording our voice over for our films. I’m the copywriter and should have the latest/most up to date script for our VO-guy. I haven’t.

Everyone’s running around, all semi-upset, super-stressed, “where’s the script”, “who’s got the latest version”, "anyone seen the updated script – who has it!?”.

And all yours truly does is sit in the comfy sofa, typing on his keys, creating yet another inane post for his blog.

...a few seconds away from clean sheet

Just got home and the following just happened. But first, quick recap. Been at this stupid production company all day - a place with candy everywhere. Bowls of mini-Snickers/Mars/Twix/Geisha/you-name-it. All in excess overload, all screaming for me, "try me, Christian. You go boy! Have me. No me!" Yelling like imbecills. Like crazy they went.

Did I taste one? Even remotely went close to one? Of course not. Will power at its peak was displayed.

Back to now, home, present time. First thing I do is convince myself that I deserve one. Just a tiny lousy bite. A small candy, perhaps.

The hell I deserved. The hell it was just a tiny bite.

On- and offline?

Wish I were more certain exactly what we do at each step when we edit our films. But instead, all you see is a smiling boy, chewing on a cookie in the corner.

Breakfast at work

Tuesday is all-eat-together morning. All other days I make my own sandwich in the kitchen as I arrive and feast on it in front of my laptop. The reason I do so is simple.
It saves me time.
I can spend more time at home, go for a longer run, do my stretching (very important to me, I love/need/must do it, especially at weird places*, don’t be to startled if you see me bend over in the ATM-line, touching my feet wit ha restraint grump), perhaps a quick workout, get all wet in the shower etc, etc. I like to do all those things at a more relaxing pace.

But today I was remarked on my behavior. A woman here, without mentioning her name, we’ll just call her Marie, obviously thought I was "cheating" (very weird choice of word know, but then again her comment was very weird) or something. But she didn’t say it clearly. More, commented what I did with big surprise and loud voice, so everyone would hear that she would love to do so herself – but couldn’t – but Christian, he, he obviously can. All with a big smirk on her face. And all I did was grin right back at her. But inside, thoughts were spinning.

Yes I can, Marie. That’s why I do it. Moron.


*Not because I want to, but it’s usually at weird places it strikes me, “hmm maybe I should stretch a bit. Like now”.

Nice video, Depeche

I kind of love when you can’t explain why you like something, but only go on intuition. Not a big fan of perfect explanations and given facts.
Gut feeling is nice.

“No candy after nine”

Actually, no sugar is allowed after that hour is stroked. My brother is the founder of that rule. He is also sole executor of anyone (moi) violating it. Meaning, if I do, I might die. Killed by my own brother.

I know I’m a sugar-addict, but you don’t even kill a drug-addict when he’s transgressing – you give him probation first.

I can also admit I violated the rule yesterday and the day before that.

Being a cheap damn bastard

Spent a good sum of money last Saturday (a full day at Riche is nice to everything except your wallet). About the same amount it costs to buy a new iPod. This whole running without music is getting a bit tiresome. Approximately twice as tiresome as it used to. Give or take a k or two.

Sorry it’s just in Swedish…BUT

This is also something I strongly recommend you to read. Especially if you understand the language.

Air

Have this compulsion about always wanting a breath of fresh air each day.
A universal thing, everybody wants that, you think but I have friends who can spend an entire day indoor. Madness.

And sometimes (now) when I haven’t been outside for lunch I get all anxious. So expect fretful, deeply nonsense posts for a while. All until I get some fresh, soothing air.

Grand Theft Internet?

Is it illegal to use somebody else’s internet? I mean, am I “stealing” something here. Will the charge be “minor theft” or excessively higher? Imagine being stuck in a tiny prison cell in Peru surrounded by really big dudes who fancy your pretty white skin and call you Goldilocks. And no access to Google or anything.

Peruvian internet

Our internet isn’t fully functioning now so we’re all using the Peruvian Embassy’s instead. It's very funny. Our boss is slightly stressed about the fact we do it. Maybe he’s afraid we’ll access some weird/top-secret information. About Lima beans, perhaps.

Enjoy every second

It’s important to seize everything. Every moment at every time. Not just wait for the perfect one to show up. Like now. This is a moment you’ll never ever get back. You know this. And still. You’re stuck wasting your time away, reading some damn blog. Still.

Running without music makes anyone a dull boy. Hearing you’re insane doing it, probably makes you.

As I’ve mentioned, my iPod disappeared and I now run without music. Fine, I thought, exactly what I did before I got addicted to it and what mankind’s been doing for centuries prior to Apple and me.

Then I told Erik, aka Mr. wiseass, who immediately feels the urge to destroy it all by saying something stupid like, “O boy – that’s the worse thing I can ever imagine, makes the whole run feel at least twice as long!”.

And I can’t get that part out of my head as I now go for daily double runs.

“Take whatever you want – just ask first”

My brother didn’t approve my sommelier skills as I opened a bottle of rosé last Saturday when he was in Milan. Fair enough, it’s his wine. But I never got an invite to see Inter-Roma live at San Siro, so call it even?

What’s up with Phil in England!?

I mean really. In an interview, Cristiano Ronaldo, admitted (without any noticeably shame) that Phil Collins was one of his favorite artists and that he had him on his iPod.

Must admit this came as quite a shock, saying this out loud. Hence it’s in imminent proximity of the notorious trial of accused Captain Fantastic, Mr. Steven Gerrard, for punching a local DJ in Liverpool cause he (had the courage enough?) to refuse to play Stevie’s favorite artist, yes, Phil Collins.

I can only draw the conclusion that the illustrious rivalry between Pool and Man U is hereby evidently moderated. By Phil.

My own best barber

Haven’t been to a proper barber for the last, say ten years or so. And as I needed a haircut this Saturday, I took matters into my own hands yet again. What this means is two things.
1. I’m obviously a cheap bastard.
2. Hence my lack of double mirrors, I (still) have no idea how my hair looks like in the neck.