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It's pretty easy. Or you could use this to say something, I don't bite unless asked to.
Yes, I track the socks tag. Even though I think that mismatched socks is not only okay but a feature, the pun used here made this into a must share with others. Bad puns are awesome.
— Over 8 minutes you say?
— Yes. I need something long.
— That’s what…!
— Don’t.
— Well, okay. Let’s see… Damnit!
— What?
— What I wanted to post isn’t online, that’s what! It would have been about 45 minutes of wonderful drone.
— …
— Don’t worry and look like that. I still found some Spacemen 3. Suicide is only 11 minutes though.
— Okay.
— Still drone.
— Fuck. You.
— Yeah, fuck me this is good.
4 notesBad Religion — The Same Person.
Spring 2000 and I was driving along towards the University, last class before the Maths exam and boy, did I need it. My logic it seemed was not the same logic needed — by all accounts I should be brilliant on imaginary numbers!
I didn’t reach class that day. Instead a car drove out in front of me at a T-cross section. There were a stop sign at her exit and all, but she didn’t see me. My gut instincts woke up from their slumber and pushed the pedal down and steered away. There was no collision because of this. Everything missed with a… I don’t know. It can’t have been much though.
The car started to turn and I compensated and after some twisting elevens I ended up in the ditch with the back down. I couldn’t drive for a week, the woman lost her drivers licence. The cops looked at the evidence and said “you did that? Damn. Your reflexes was spot on, a little later and she would have died in the crash.” I think this is where the other driver realised what could have happened and I felt a little bit like an incognito superhero.
No Substance is my least favourite Bad Religion album, yes even counting Into the Unknown, but this is why I’ve never listened to it since then. In my mind it’s still in the stereo in that car. I flunked the exam too. Stupid maths.
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tangible?
(30 July 2011)
This is Jack. To my mind she’s the prettiest person on the Internet. Despite my gigantonormous Internet crush and that I’m pretty damn shy off the Internet (even writing this here makes me feel a bit uneay), I like to believe that the pond is the biggest problem to saying this to her face. (As if.) Anyway. Seriously. So fucking pretty.
Hardcore Troubadours — Someday.
Opening Credits start. Fade in. There are fields, trees, close by you can see a village. It’s smaller than it seems when judged at a distance due to the church. A road goes through all this but no cars ever stop. Cell phones die, the wind tries remove as much as possible from the ground and village but something pulls everything back again. The air at the edges almost shivers as man stretches out his hand as there’s this gooey forcefield stopping him from reaching the road.
(This is the first of #themesongs. I love Roger Svensson’s singing voice, this goes for his sister’s too. They got insane pipes.)
Stef Gaines, Swedish comic book artiste. All those portraits of her and those who drew her made me want to try and do my own. No, I’ve never met her or really talked to her beside a few comments on her blog posts, so this could very well be a time to tune up the awkwardion.
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This is a drawing of Joan Jett. (Watched the Freaks & Geeks pilot earlier again.)
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Andrea is a good example on why I ask people to tell me to draw them instead of asking around specific persons. For a chickenshit like me it’s an additional safety-net, because that way if you draw people you like you can play the “but you told me to!”1 card if they don’t like the result.
I think I’ll make one of the portraits I have left as a livestream tomorrow. (22:00 GMT+2, or 16 EST. The EST might be wrong, the GMT+2 won’t be because that’s where I am.)
1) It is a cheap and sad card to play but that’s the thing with most safety-nets.
14 notesWe, and with we I mean some friends and I, were in this dive. Not a cosy one, it was cheap beer and loud music and… No, sorry, the room where they had a really bad cover band in was nice until the band started. When that happened we dislocated into a bigger and more anonymous room closer to the dance floor.
Yeah I know.
There was this Black Jack table too, a friend — let’s call him Butch — sat down there and started playing. It went sort of okay I think, memory is a bit fuzzy on that. Next to Butch, his sister — here Sundance — talked to a stranger as one occasionally do in bars. Suddenly Butch leaned over.
— Does he want to sleep with you? Cool!
He said this really loud as he’s prone to do. Sundance blushed harder than anyone I’ve ever seen and went quiet. She couldn’t really talk to the stranger anymore, severely cockblocked in awkwardness by her kid brother. The rest of us found it hilarious. (Sorry Sundance! These siblings are really among my favourite people.)
8 notesOne of my ticks is that if I notice it’s raining, I need to ask someone — most often on MSN — “Do you hear that? RAIN!” I’m certain this can be a bit annoying considering that chances are that the other person don’t have rain at that given minute.
Other ticks:
Even if I wore a tie — which turned out to not be as horrible as I imagined — spending lots of time with several of the good people™ had it’s drawbacks. The paradox that is separation: want to hang out more right now but at the same time the social wiring in the head is burnt out and need quiet. These people are thankfully people I see sort of fairly regularly but still. Can’t imagine the problems if I met a bunch of you guys — I predict a major mental itchiness from that scenario. (I mean, Stephanie is the only one I’ve met and she’s already one of my favourite Internet people.)
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the dig out (by Nn.)
The effect is that of someone who’s a slow reader except that I’m not. A bit slower than I used to be but the thing that lowers the reads per year is a restlessness. Not happy about it but it’s there and I need to accept that.
Anyway. I’ve just finished Charles de Lint’s Widdershins. Liked it a lot and it got me thinking about things of ourselves we leave behind as well as the road not taken but still follow along. It might not make sense to you but it does to me.
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