February 2010
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Things that bothers me too much: there are moments, far too many, where I don’t push the like/reply/reblog-link on the tumblr dashboard as I’d like — mostly because I don’t want to come off as too pushy/obsessive/needy/tragic/all of the above. It’s a lose/lose kind of thing really. Either way, the brain is there to punish and laugh and mock and point.
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Game night. Arkham Horror and Azathoth as the big bad. I of course had to play the librarian. Brains and the ability to read stuff without loss of sanity? Instant win in my book. (Also quite true to life, this is how librarians are.) When I closed the final portal, only me and one other was (sort of) unharmed. The other three players were much worse off: one in the Arkham Asylum and two were on...
I know I’ll miss the way your TV glowed blue on the wall.
– From Try To Understand by Allison Weiss. It is a downright fantastic line.
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Word of the day: spree. It’s far too seldom used with other less obvious things. “I was on a napping spree this weekend.”
No Saturday plan turned into an idea of visiting the cinemateque but aided with bad seats and lousy weather it went back into being unplanned. Local showing of Adventureland (in the flat) and tea and possible some anti-social behaviour with books.
Tabletop games tomorrow though.
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Ass planted on a chair. It’s wood so technically the ass is on the blanket. There’s rice on the stove and Holly Miranda through the speakers. (SD-cards are fantastic.) I should write stuff, got a few ideas last night. Though to start tough.
Beer, music and people tonight.
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Anon about the 25th of February, 2010.
One of the bookstores in Stockholm was downright evil. Evil in a generous and nice way, but still evil. They had 40% off on everything. Eat that annual book sale. I didn’t buy any of the really expensive art-books that I lustfully browsed.
Sean Stewart - The Perfect Circle
Philip K Dick - The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
Pyu Murakami - Piercing
Alison Bechdel - Fun Home
Jonas...
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Things to do today
Eat a bit.
Look for LPs.
Look for cheap books.
Hopefully avoid the bus.
Avoid panic-attacks.
Eat cookies.
Photograph “stuff.”
Talk nerdity with friends.
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Due to tiredness from public transport (Fredrik) and upcoming exams (Alma) , the first meeting of Sällskapet För Mumindalens Utvecklande was transposed until April. Then: cookies, tea and reading.
Instead we had a few beers and talked about curling and language. Apparently, the losing team in curling gets free beer from the winners. We need one more member for our free beer team.
I shall try to keep this updated through-out the weekend. When there’s a computer around anyway. Should be one or two.
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Headlists one.
I have lists in my head. Think we all do, even if we don’t think about them as lists. Some are ranking in numbers and with sub-lists, others are just bullet points, the slut variation without any regard of place or order. These are some of them.
Crushes, big. Not a long list.
Crushes, small. But the list is longer than the one above.
Things I’m afraid of. This is long.
Best...
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traftra asked: hey thanks for the follow & the "like" post! where are you from/what's your working field? anything to do with art?
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Jag är lite lagom störd: tog en lång dusch nu efter promenaden, vilket inte är...
– Alma på MSN. (Sry for the Swedish, but it’s about cheese. You understand — even if you might not understand.)
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Cookies and juice and lots a tv-shows now. Exciting Saturday! (Gah, my life sucks.)
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Done jack shit today besides drawing. I push the pen hard against my index finger, so now it hurts real good. Anyway, it got me thinking. We’re supposed to draw a one page a comic for class and I think I’ve come up with an idea: a zoom out from the victim cookie* (i.e. the one dropped on the floor) and then the whole “murder stays murder”-angle.
*) My mind can also be of...
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idsploder:
“I killed the President of Paraguay with a fork! How’ve you been?”
Extra credit for the first reblog that can tell me what movie that quote is from WITHOUT LOOKING IT UP.
Too easy. Grosse Point Blank.
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The worst part of dropping cookies on the floor? As Bunk says: “Murder stay murder.” I feel like a fugitive from crimes I didn’t mean to commit. I was young, man. I didn’t know.
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