...they only eat pigs that are treated ethically, so called "happy pigs".
In my last post I said I'd start writing again. That was a few month ago. Damn I suck.
I feel the need to write here again. I can not say why really, except that I'm in kind of a weird state right now.
I'm totally aware that nobody reads my rants here so I could just as well write it down on a local text file on my computer... but for some reason I don't. The logical reason is, I guess, that I want someone to read it. Perhaps even to understand it. But logic is not my strongest ally right now.
My head is swarming with unsorted static and I can't really trust myself. I think one thing, hear a song and suddenly think the opposite.
So right now I should probably stop writing before I write something stupid(-er than usual).
Nothing says "I really don't care enough to send a greeting card" like a Christmas/new year greeting per SMS. Does it? OK, the ones that are actually sent to you are nice, but the ones that are really generic and you know they are a standard SMS sent to most of the people in the phonebook are not. If you want to fake caring: either fake it good or think a minute why you are sending it at all. And no: I don't send them... I don't send postcards either... but it's not because I don't care. Or wait a minute... actually I send the exact same amount of postcards/SMS:es to the people I care about as the ones I don't care about.
Damn it.
OK... a premature new years resolution just became apparent: I'll be better at keeping touch with the ones I do care about. But I sure as hell won't do it by sending generic SMS:es.
Damn skippy.
I know this i oh so very petty, but I can not resist. Does people have really bad balance? An goldfish memory? Weak legs? No? Then why does people in general fall over in the subway all the time? OK, not fall over, but: any time the train changes speed, direction or elevation: almost anyone that is standing looks like a drunk drunk. And they are holding the bars! I stand in the middle holding no bars and I never loose my balance (yes, sure I have, but that's mostly when the driver panic brakes for some unseen reason).
It's really easy:
I never win anything... usually because I never enter any competitions... usually because they are stupid. But last night I actually entered a competition and won!
So today a rock band came to my apartment and did my dishes.
No: really... A Sudden Burst Of Optimism did my dishes :)
And yes: it may be one of the most stupid competitions ever. But stupid in a fun and creative way. That's the kind of stupid I like.
If you don't know who A Sudden Burst Of Optimism are; you should check them out. Great songs, and a ton of happy-vibes in their live sets. Some songs and videos are available online on their Myspace page.
This is what I had to work with when I got back from a weeks sickness today (click the image to enlarge).
I felt something was just a bit skewed when I tried to write my password (it's ********* b.t.w.)... Then It hit me: Waaaait a minute! That line does NOT read "QWERTY" :)
Considering the people I work with, having your keyboard rearranged like this is not a bad thing. I loved it. It kick started my day after a week of snot, fever and coughing with a great big smile. Thanks guys :D
How many words can you find that is usually not on a QWERTY keyboard?
Recently there has been an uproar in the news (and in a funny way if you appreciate irony: on Facebook) about the Facebook terms of use.
First of all: you did check the "Yes, I read the terms of use" box, did you not? Should we not have a headline that reads "Millions of users lies to Facebook"? Sure: I did not read it. I did not read it after the news got upset either. And I will probably never read it. And while I'm at it: I can say with a fair amount of certainty that I will never read ANY terms of use-text for any product or service. Ever. For one simple reason: I'm pretty certain they all say the same thing: "You are screwed, we will screw you even more, and by checking that box, you just pulled down your pants and bent over".
But I'm fine with that. As long as they provide a service that makes up for it.
But here is the real problem. That people think that they can control information that they place on the Internet.
I go all The Scream-faced when I realize people are actually surprised that they have lost control over their data when they upload data to Facebook (or any other place on the Internet). Grow up and pause to think for 5 seconds before you upload that funny picture of your friend passed out drunk, smeared in ketchup with his wiener hanging out, freshly painted with a permanent marker. Often you will realize that it may be funny, but not "ha ha"-funny
And if you think "I can just remove it and it will be gone": Say hello to the Wayback Machine.
Hey look, I managed to sustain life! Not only did I avoid eradicating life: I actually made it comfortable enough to thrive as well. So here are some tasty tomatoes grown on my balcony.
How they tasted? Hmm, well the insides were a bit more sour than I would have hoped for ( but then again, I hoped for tomatoes that tasted like sugar candy ), but the outer shell tastes like a really fresh tomato smells. That is: awesome.
Yesterday I finally got to see Sage Francis live at Debaser. I was bored to the point of splitting my skull open by the supporting acts... they were not bad in any way, they were just so very generic that bad would be at least interesting in comparison. But at around midnight "The crater face steps in". And the crowd goes ballistic. This guy has stage presence and there is nothing generic about him. There are no babes, guns and cash... or is there... there is actually, but the babes are ex wives, the guns are water guns and cash was named Johnny. And God did not kill him, no sirree.
So if you know what is good for you:
