Absolutely brilliant

This is the best, best, best clip I’ve seen for a long time. But I’m not sure if he proves my point or talking about me, though. Hmm.
“How quickly the world owes him something he knew existed only ten minutes ago.”

A stroll away from the 1800th century

Needed to see my bank so I took a leisurely walk there in the lovely, crisp weather. Arrived quarter past three. And apparently banks live by the very same dated, absurd agenda as they did hundreds of years ago. According to bank people, they don't need to work regular* hours, o nooo! How would that work.

I get eerie chills just thinking about it.


*Nothing insane here, just normal, healthy decent hours. Like you and I.

Technical issues that leads to human collapse

Realized I lost my digi-pass. Meaning I can’t access my interent-banking. It’s completely disappeared. Like some weird gnome has stole it and returned to his side of the world where other gnomes probably worship it and try to figure it out as I type.

Grrreat.

In the same phase my iPod has escaped. Maybe it discovered it doesn’t need me anymore. That it’s so full of wonderful songs it can just chill wherever it pleases. Perhaps a tropical island somewhere. Hell of a lot nicer and warmer than being stuck, freezing to my arm while I soak it down with sweat on my runs.

Can’t say I blame him.

Stress, stress, stress

Campaign site goes live today but you could think it’s an impending Dante’s inferno here. Add the right sound effects you’d have a serious Bourne-flick.

And all I do is sitting in my corner, neatly dressed in my cerise shirt and black-and-turquoise striped sweater, typing away on my keys, humming the day away. La-la-laa.

Mohahahaha

Milk

Two things made me furious about milk today. And yet, I love milk; few things match a refreshing cold glass of milk.

First time I yelled out loud in despise, second I clinched my fist in a wild, silent protest.

It started when I was half-listening to the TV morning-show, and they were reviewing films. The unbelievable idiot, so called movie-critic, Ronny Svensson* delivered his comments on the boipic Milk, with Sean Penn as Harvey Milk. He decides that the best thing to do so is to spoil the whole movie by giving away the full plot, end, and everything that happens in between. I don’t care if it’s based on a true story and “we all know what happened”. I didn’t. So fuck you, Ronny.

Second time was when I went to the coffee machine to have myself a lovely cup of coffee. And someone, (really hope it was the one before me, and not from yesterday) hadn’t rinsed the cup you use to steam and foam the milk in. Some weird milk-leftover was left there. Smudging the edges like a white whore.

God I’m glad I only sound upset.

*Idiot!

It’s crucial to keep a harsh discipline

Like, always make sure we know what day it is.

Grrrrreat!

Guess who just had an entire cinnamon-bun. Thank god I never laid my hands on that candy... Restraint like a hippo.

Have a candy. Just one

We have a huge bowl of candy here at the set. To describe the willpower* it takes not to taste one is…not hard, more impossible. So I’ll let you left alone to imagine yourself.

*Worth mentioning is that this is a guy who swallowed an entire Ben&Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie yesterday without much of hesitation.

“Have a seat, fatty”

Imagine your not-slimmest guy. Not fat. But a guy who focus’ on his charm and charisma rather than his looks and steel-abs at the bar when he picks up girls*, comes up and asks you if he could sit down next to you in the (crowded) sofa.

And you rise and say, “No worries, mate, I need to walk off some extra weight anyway”.


*If now that’s his preference – who am I to judge!?

Upload issues

I am at a shoot the whole day. I’d love to share some photos but unfortunately my (new) phone doesn’t like to interact with my laptop. It refuses to pop up and enable me to access its images. They’re stuck on my phone. Locked away forever, perhaps.

Same thing with my iPod. Won’t pop up either. "Jesus, Christ", you think and immediately feel sympathy with me.

Thank you.

But this even more annoying than the phone. Hence it doesn’t pop up – it precludes arranging whatever content on it (music). Imagine running to the exact same playlist the entire time with not even the slightest possibility to change and arrange new ones. So I run with “random” with the whole music-library shuffling around. Now imagine being stuck with some old (bad) music choices on your run.

To add to the fun

Just had two cookies. My internal-body-armageddon is about to implode.

I make myself feel sick. Absolutely SICK

It’s been two days since I last geared up in tights and paced up. During that time I have: eaten a whole Ben & Jerry’s (yesterday), been driven to work (600 meter, also yesterday). Conclusion: barely moved (the entire time). Jealous anyone, or do you need to see me on the beach this summer. DOH!

How sweet it is to run

I like this. And no, I don’t care that it’s fake. A funny idea is a funny idea. If it makes you smile...

And Boom.

Just because I spotted light (football).. something else (work) came and shut the door. DOH!

Worrying is boring, and whatever bores you can’t be any damn good for you

And complaining is at the top of my all-time Top One-things-I-dislike-list..
So we’re obviously gonna watch the game tonight.

Real Madrid-Liverpool and Chelsea-Juventus. GHA! Great games never end.

Can’t decide which one to watch, so I’ll just keep a hawk-eye on one without letting go of the other.

When panic reach tranquility

You know that feeling? When you’re cramped with work. Trying to do a little bit of everything at once, not really finishing anything before dwelling into the next project with a hawk-eye on the next without letting go of the another.

And then. Calm. Stillness. The soothing feeling of absolute relaxation, and most of all control. You’ve managed to steer the ship away from the waves and safe to shore.

That feeling?

Well, I’m not there yet.

Extra brand-new flavors

Extra, who usually do chewing gums (- that are good for your teeth, (ti-tink-tink-tink*, anyone?) are now expanding their portfolio by creating a more diverse range. Tapping in to a product range where they haven’t been at all before.

Latest is creating the same style of pastilles as Läkerol have (who own on the market in this field). Problem is, Extra is really good at producing new flavors. Läkerol aren’t. They’re stuck with fewer interesting flavours, with Salvi, which of course still is the best flavor of all pastilles, as their prime, and saviour.

But – they don’t have the good-for-the-teeth profit that Extra have in their products. Not sure if it’s in Extra’s pastilles as it is in their gum either to be honest, but then again, you lost me ad ti-tink-tink-tink.


*Please tell me you’ve seen the commercial, or else this makes no sense and isn’t even remotely funny

Latent sickness

Don’t think I’ve been truly, fully hale and healthy for a good couple of years. A latent cold is always somewhere in my body, hiding, sometimes thinning, but never retreating.

Should probably get my ass together and do something seriously, like see a doctor and try to get rid of it once and for all. But then again, should’ve probably run today and not lazed off in bed too.

God I miss him

And of course Dave does so too. For you, Late Show - Farewell to "Great Moments in Presidential Speeches".

Didn’t even walk

Things are drastically heading south now. This morning I didn’t run. Four hours of sleep made me laze in bed instead and when my brother asked if I wanted a ride to work. "Well of course", I said and jumped into the car*.
It’s approximately 600 meters to work from where I live. And I’ve barely inhaled a single breath of fresh air today.

*But can honestly say it influenced the fact I wasn't late for the first time this season

Now – football. After – back to work.

I’ll feel totally fresh and invigorated tomorrow. But it doesn’t matter; it’s that tension in the air.
Something wild is about to happen.

Royal marriage

Big ba-da-boom in Sweden. Tension about the big game was loudly interrupted. Media-coverage here is exclusively devoted to the news that our crown princess and her farmer are engaged.

Sweden's royal farmer* and the crown princess

Journalists are terminating vacations, published magazine-editions are canceled, reproduced and people are fanatic.

This used to mean a lot. Like, who would run our country and lead our young, brave men to war against Russia, Denmark and other foes.

What it means today is more diffuse. Just that we’ll soon have little farmer’s princesses and princes running around the castle. In other words back to the fifteenth century faster than you can type Google.


* Whatever - he'll never be king.

Tension in the air… from Milan to everywhere

I reserve the right to be keyed up to biblical proportions for the game tonight.

Fat Tuesday

Today is the famous Fat Tuesday. It means it’s the first day of the year you’re allowed to feast on the bun Semla. It’s almost like a National Holiday. And on the news* today I heard that the average Swede eats four Semlor a year.
I’ve already had three.

Semla

* Yes, Sweden is exactly as tiny and constipated of itself as it sounds like.