Places I’d like to be able to embed This American Life episodes

• In the car
• In bed
• In the forest
• On Tumblr
• On the couch

This is the food plan.

• Bucatini pasta no 9.
• Minced meat simmering for a stretch of time in:
  quite a bit garlic
  tomatoes
  basilica
  sage
  black pepper
  Hungarian paprika
  chilli spices 
• Freshly bought bread

I might be able to eat in an hour. Might — it has already been on the stove for a bit but I’m really not tempting fate.

Popcultural things which popularity I don’t get.

• Terry Richardson. Less skill and art than a family slide show.
• Law and Order. I know, some of you might be a bit upset about this as there are awesome people here that do like it quite a lot. But procedurals without character focus? I zone out.
• John Mayer. Can white noise drip of oversentimentality? Obviously.
• The Lord of the Rings movies. Hairy people crying and walking for weeks in real-time? I can do that myself.
• Vanilla Coke. Remember the Swill Mineral Water skit from SNL?
• Dane Cook. Q: What would happen if Carrot Top went to a fraternity? A: Fucking Cocks.. eh, Cook.
• Superman, which got to be the most boring comic book creation ever.
• Ayn Rand. Clearly, someone must have made her up from imagination as a huge practical joke right?

Ten lies I constantly tell myself (not really ten.)

1. “I am open-minded.” Which I probably am to  a certain degree. But I still judge people for stupid things, and I mock them. Things that doesn’t matter. Such as what they think of certain music or a tv-show or cookies. And people who claim that the computer they use is superior and make puking gestures when say a competitor? Those I hate. They should be the new baby seals.
2. “I am not afraid.” This is so false I’m ashamed. Constant fear for everything. 
3. “I hate people.” False, false, false. I’m not a people-person; introverted and shy. Being around strangers is scary (see point two) and even friends who I love can be taxing on the social reserves. Hate people is just easier to use as an explanation than the truth. You remember the old clichéd scenes in movies where someone stands in the cold and look inside on a family who celebrate the holiday with food and laughter? That’s me on the outside, and the glass in the window keeps me from being part of everything. “Hating people” is a lie to help the mind cope.
4. “I’m going to get a cat.” I used to be very allergic. It’s better now, I don’t sneeze or anything from cats but I think it would be a bad idea to get a cat anyway. What if the allergies are there — dormant and hiding, waiting to attack.
5. “I love change.” Which I do, but it’s not the whole truth. I adapt slowly, I am without a doubt very much a creature of habit and then there’s point two again. Change is good, I’m not just as spontaneous as I’d like.
6. “I’m worthless.” At least I think it’s a lie. I hope it’s just a case of terrible self-esteem.  It’s the worst.

Code of conduct: reviews

1. While some things might be hard to put in words, try. It should be a joy to read. not a struggle. Have fun.
2. Don’t do it out of spite. Never ever. Review things you’re interested in, things you want to experience. This might mean you do have to say it’s bad but at least it’s honest and you did start with good intentions. Nothing is easier than ripping something apart just for the sake of it. It might be fun to write and occasionally read but in the end those pieces are useless. Dazzle with passion and infect people with the good stuff — those are the things that make life worthwhile. Leave the pettiness and bad things behind.
3. Did I mention have fun? Language is not a bowl of cold fish soup.
4. Try to invoke feelings and what you felt. Lists of titles and what the songs are about are meaningless. As are trying to write out guitar solos. Seriously, those are boring even on record.
5. If someone want you to review something you know you won’t like: say no.

Things that make me uneasy

• People I don’t know well. This is harder than complete strangers (most often anyway).
• Be the one that clicks the add people on social networks. Especially if that function is called “friends”, that is just very awkward.
• The sea.
• People throwing away books. In the trash.
• Songs in which the singer use auto-tune. There is this slight residue that makes me thing about chewing aluminium foil paper.
• Being left alone for too long as opposed to the right amount — which I admit differs each day/week.
• Talking to people without any common ground.

Recent realisations.

1. If I had a Food Channel on tv, I’d really cocoon and I’d never see the light of day again.
2. I’m at least a bit decent in the art department.
3. Nothing more, because it’s been a slow simmering week  and I’m kinda dense.
4. Overall my life is a bit sucky, even though at times it’s can be quite decent. 

Comfort shows that never fails, ordered by length.

1. The West Wing
2. Homicide - Life on the Street (yo?)^*
3. 30 Rock
4. Firefly
5. Wonderfalls

_{*) The last seson was pretty bland though so despite the movie it loses some points.}

What I’ve done today:

• Got cookies.
• Ate food and watched Top Chef Masters (Of the Universe).
  Seriously, it will be odd to watch regular Top Chef. The way they help each other and talk about food? The lack of scheming? Every week should have a Top Chef Master final…
• Slept.
• Going to watch Jim Henson’s Storytellers now.
  Because Muppets rule. 

Exciting stuff!

Different kinds of rays, ordered from good to bad.

• Davies
• light
• a con-man fish
• Mountain (which is really a volcano)
• death
• a boat (and thus more evil than the death ray)

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-5-30)

1. Becky Cloonan for Demo 2.03. Love her sketches at the back of each issue.
2. The Quite Sketchy collective, because the ego needs to be stroked too. I think we might need a few more members though. If you’re interested, message either of us.
3. Barbara Canepa. There’s too many great French artists that speak only French. I can’t read that!
4. Ashley Wood. Still dislike the panels he did for the Invisibles mashups, but damn, I love his style.
5. Loish, whom I don’t know at all despite the tumblr.

List of emediate problems due to a presentation — which is now now; out of nine drawings

1. I hate two
2. Dislike one
3. Three are a quite adequate
4. Two are rather good
5. One is fantastic

Anxieties abound.

10 things I don’t get

1. John Meyer, everything about
2. Maths, how it work
3. Lost, the greatness of
4. Bland beer, drinking instead of those that taste great
5. Exploration of space, why it sort of devolved after we went to the moon
6. The heat, what’s so great about sweating because of
7. The ocean, the appeal of
8. The Mekons, why not more people listen to
9. Dan Brown, who gave a publishing deal to
10. People, how to say hi to

On things that make me bored; a list

• X computer is better than Y. Haven’t we evolved longer than this since the mid-fucking-eighties? It’s a tool and no, a right-handed scissor doesn’t fit all. What you make and not how you make it and all that.
• Phones. Probably because I know nothing about them and hardly make a basic version work as I want to.
• Most tv-show procedurals. I need characters, who cares if the plot is insane? I know, I know. I admit, I do love some pretty sketchy movies which has neither. (Ahrm, Hudson Hawk…) I won’t begrudge you if you like these things. You watch, I nap. Just be prepared to me turning up a blank face and try to change the subject to socks.
• Bad books. I’m a literature snob, I’m not ashamed about that. I will scoff if you read something that I think is beneath us — us being we humans as a species, because I’m arrogant like that too. I have been known to just stand up and leave when people bring up certain books.
• Most sports. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Except insane stuff like cricket or curling — you know, those that seems to have been invented by crazy drunken monks.

Vinyl Sunday, a list.

• Buzzcocks — Love Bites
• The Mountain Goats — The Sunset Tree
• Neutral Milk Hotel — In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
• Wu-Tang Clan — Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
• The Clash — London Calling
• Pixies — Debaser
• Okkervil River — The Stage Names