Yet another irrational decision

far too many good TV-shows are made nowadays. The US of A is really good at producing them and they come in numbers. It started way before the most recent boom (e.g. Sex & The City, Sopranos) and has started to out-do even the most daring Hollywood budget. Main reason why they’re so darn good, besides having the enormous budget is, time. Time to develop characters and story worthy of your interest (compare to any given “cozy rom-com” nowadays and you catch my drift). And time is also its own Achilles heal. You have more choices sitting in your sofa with the remote and its zillions of options a simple click away, than in a theatre (basically one then; leave before it ends – but then what?) and TV-makers knows this. But most of all – they respect that, and repay it with some bad ass TV-shows.

I try to be very selective when it comes to new TV shows. Basically cause I know they’ll be great. That’s why I haven’t seen a single second of a single episode of Sopranos for instance. I don’t have time to be captivated by yet another show. It consumes me. I get greedy. I want to have it all. Now. Cause time, is not your ally here. Waiting for a new episode every week doesn’t work. I need to download the whole series and watch it in one scope. Like I did when I bought the full Season 3 of Lost at 10pm on Friday night and finished it 4am Saturday night/morning. That was great. That’s how it should be consumed.

And now, as my selectiveness has expanded, heck I haven’t even had time to watch the series I really want to watch (hello, Eastbound & Down – I apologize – I will come for you, and not to mention finishing season two of Mad Men (3 is airing now) and take on the most recent season of Lost so I can catch up when the last one airs – soon! And The Wire – all the great things I’ve heard about you; can’t wait to confirm them – I know I will), I’ve catapulted myself into two series I never intended to follow. The Ultimate Fighter and True Blood. Both very different from each another but both equally addictive. And it’s all because of my brother, roommate and best friend, Staffan. I curse him – cause I have no choice. What am I supposed to do when he puts it on? Leave? Do something productive with my time? Hell no. I’m hooked.


*They aren’t.

It's funny; cause most if it is actually true

Funny football-interview mash-up.

How it would be if a house was dreaming

555 KUBIK | facade projection | from urbanscreen on Vimeo.

This is outrageous

I'm ashamed to be Swedish - or wait - I just reject all companionship with the referee Martin Hansson and his allies (lines men) and give Ireland all my sympathy, instead. They deserved reaching the World Cup in South Africa, 2010. But most of all, France didn't. Especially with their disrupted idiot to worse coach ever, Domenech, at the rudder. What. Part. Of. Offside. And. Hands. Don't you. Understand. You. Stupid. Fuck.

I really

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Rare color photos from World War 1

See more photos - but most of all read about it here.

We obviously love Pop-Up-Books! (even the scary ones)

Quite fucking brilliant if you ask me.

The Pop-up Book of Phobias from donvanone on Vimeo.

Geek alert!

Making of the Computer Graphics for Star Wars (Episode IV):

"(1977) The computer graphics for the first Star Wars film was created by Larry Cuba in the 1970s at the Electronic Visualization Laboratory (EVL) (at the time known as the Circle Graphics Habitat) at the University of Illinois at Chicago. For more information on the lab, visit our website -- www.evl.uic.edu"

The First Emoticon

"While many people credit Kevin MacKenzie with the invention of the emoticon in 1979, it was Scott Fahlman in 1982 who proposed using :-) after a joke, rather than the original -) proposed by MacKenzie. The modern emoticon was born."

This article is quite interesting, "The History of the Internet in a Nutshell" Well sort of, and it's recommended for all geek lovers/inane prophets out there.

Keyboard Waffles

The Corona-Matic, a typewriter turned into a waffle iron that makes keyboard-shaped waffles.

CLICK for full article.

Sun in my eyes

No, it’s no fancy metaphor for something deep. It’s actually literally something I experience right now. Or suffering right now. It’s crazy annoying. Makes me not understand why bad boys don’t use it to hostages when torture’s required.

“Do this work here (e.g. paperwork) and sit right here – yes, yes right there in the center of the blistering sun. Yes, sit. Mohahahah”

Saddest part is how happy I should be. No one in Sweden has even seen the sun in over a decade (it’s a dark country, yes), but I just keep on keeping on being cynical.

Readers

Apparently, as I just recently discovered, it seems as if I have more readers when I post my inane texts (i.e. junk) instead of the inane stuff I found on the web. On a personal note, this odd behavior pleases me. Even if I know you’re probably looking for some fun internet-joy but in despair only find my texts, I shamelessly take personal cred for this and suck it all up. It goes straight to my ego. Now who needs meth when you have imagination.

Dreaming up a novel

"How the hell is it possible for someone to dream up a novel?"

“I never dream up anything,” said the two mouths coolly. “I remember. I remember things that have never happened. Just like you do when you read my novel.”

Champagne Supernova

This is the dilemma I’m facing for Friday. That will be the last day at the Stockholm office before I head over sea and move to New York. For real. They’ve been sweeter than the finest marmalade here, and I will miss them more than I will admit. So, I want to thank them. Considering cake or champagne for Friday’s breakfast.

Both would obviously be preferred, but cake also places itself on your bum, while champagne goes straight to your smile. Quite an easy decision if you ask me. Even easier, considering how many women work here. Everyone knows women are outrageously concerned about their butts. Oh, that’s very outrageously stereotypical, demeaning and full on discriminating, Christian. Right on, but it’s your butt – large or not is your choice. Champagne or not, is mine.

If anyone's curious why I type this without fearing they'll find out my fantastic scheme, don't be. That's the advantage of having a small blog. Post whatever you want. Fear nothing of what anyone thinks. No one reads it.

In solitude, where we are least alone.
- Lord Byron

Saddest day of my life

What a f****ng way to start the day. I curse every hippo out there. For everyone who don't know - my animal is the crocodile. I have three of those babies inked on my back. Standing on a shore. They represent family, friends and love. And my two brothers. The water is a commemoration to my sign; Aquarius. The tattoo is not pretty in itself. Rather hideous, pale and I am seriously considering improving/changing it. But it is there forever. And I can stand for it with every piece of my bone. But Damn you, hippos - damn you. They used to be so cute. Who knew they had jaws like a friggin' T-Rex. For idiots; read the full article here.

GoogleWave Theory vs Reality

22 of the World's Most Creative Alphabets

(My personal favorite)





To see all 22 and find out more about them CLICK here.

Body-aching

Since I woke up on Sunday, my body has been letting me know something is wrong. At first I thought it was just a simple, hangover-ache; that your body's been caught sleeping in some awkwardly weird position and now, on your last day of rest before a gruel workweek, you were sure of not getting the proper rest. This was something this weird body-aching was going to ensure. Day went on, stretching occurred, momentarily and abruptly, but nothing worked. Body was in severe pain. Woke up, Monday morning, body still in obnoxious pain. Or aching, the word is really, aching. Then I started to think about when was the last time I suffered something resembling to this. And then it hit me. Delayed onset muscle soreness. Plain, old fashioned, delayed onset muscle soreness. But what had I done, that could cause all this, I asked myself. Nothing, really.

Friday, calmest night ever. Take-away, Idol and then nothing at Victor’s.
Saturday, went bowling and then a ferocious poker-evening at Erik (I finished fourth, thank you very much – in company of real pro’s), but even if I try – like really try – I couldn’t fully accept poker as being demanding on your body. Stop. Reverse. Wait a minute. Could this be it? Bowling? Seriously? Yes. Of course it was. I got delayed onset muscle soreness – from bowling. This is when you know you’re in shape. Real fit.

Chop Cup

CHOP CUP from :weareom: on Vimeo.

My Name Day

November 13 is what we call in Sweden my Name Day. Every day is dedicated to a specific day of the year and November 13th is mine (Christian - or Kristian as the antiquated Vikings spelled it). Today is also Friday the 13th. Occasionally it occurs in November. Like today.

Saying want you mean

Can never ever be wrong. If it’s true and you mean it, it shouldn’t be kept inside. Fact is we should do it more often. Regardless of topic.
Phew, that’s deep, man.

The moustache is back

Now this is awkward. I had it for over two years and it grew closer to me than any other hairdo I could ever cut myself to. And yesterday, after my unintentionally beard-saving the last couple of week(s) – (?)it was left/kept after my rusty shave. Then at the office. Crystal quiet about my new facial-feature so far. Maybe no one has noticed yet. Of course they have. They’re just kind and polite.

Or it might actually just be one of those things that you, yourself very much notice but falls unnoticed of your surrounding. A beard is fine to wear. Hard to ignore. Very masculine, few question being masculine. And not that a moustache is by any means more feminine, it is just the notion that it’s perceived, differently.

Germans in the woods

So sad, yet so beautifully captivating story.

Mad Dog Midnight Special Pepper Extract

2 000 000 scovilles. You can read about it HERE, and this is the warning text hanging off the bottle:

“I agree as indicated by my opening of this bottle as follows in connection with my purchase of this product.

1. Due to the extreme hot nature of this product, this product shall be used as a food additive. This product can cause serious injury if directly consumed, ingested or applied to the body.

2. Due to the extreme hot nature of this product, this product shall be used with extreme care in very small amounts only.

3. This product is to be used at my own risk, and I am fully understand the potential danger if use or handled improperly.

4. If I give this product as a gift, I will make the recipient fully aware of the potential danger if used or handled improperly.”

Ever since I traveled in South East Asia, I've felt immortal to hot sauces. Not just 'bragging' but also cause I killed all my taste-senses. I am immune to them. Slowly been eating my way back to a more normal mouth and taste senses, via yogurt (and other stuff impossible to spice up). But now. I just had a teaspoon of the Mad Dog Sauce. It was a challenge. And I stepped up. Still burns in my mouth.

US Embassy - que

Besides being unorthodoxly happy about it’s over (knock on wood) I couldn’t help taking memory notes from my visa-interview at the Us Embassy. The thing that strokes me the most was two:
1. The wait. 2 hours wait – including outside in the freezing cold for an approximately 90 second interview – behind a glass – like a metro-station – felt inapt.
2. The waiting area. Gestapo style. Single chairs lined in rows where everyone just faced forward with some – tactless- order which rows belonged to which interview-desks.