Saturday, October 31, 2009

Uh.

I was doing pretty well despite my head being an infected furnace. I felt fairly content, preparing my application for an internship position at an NGO in Kenya (where, if I get in, I'll be spending five months this spring/summer), playing a good old adventure game on the computer (The Longest Journey, really clever and fun and has the best dialogue I've heard in a game in a LONG time), and being around the dogs for hours every day. And then, earlier this evening, I was just lying on the couch watching one of Loba's crappy war movies while drowsily pondering how I could ever forget how cute Kenichi Matsuyama is, when I was completely overcome with sadness. For no reason. I just miss them all so much still and it always hits me when I least expect it.

Monday, October 26, 2009

So the soon to be three months old ear inflammation became a pretty bad infection, the meds aren't helping and it has now spread to my jaw. I can taste it sometimes. If I'm unlucky, it'll start eroding the bone in my temple aswell and mayhaps damage my brain. If I'm lucky, it'll start eroding the bone in my temple and damage my brain to the point where I'll die. I'm not too concerned though, I've never been very lucky.

Other than that, four things of importance has happened lately. I've re-discovered how much fun it is to play chess, I've read a really awesome book, and I accidently peeled off a piece of my nail when I was trying to cure boredom by shaving my fingers. Fourth thing I'll elaborate on in another blog entry. Now, to the book.

Confessions of an economic hitman by John Perkins. Read it. And when you've read it, give it to a friend so they can read it too. It should be mandatory reading for everyone in the West. It is brutal and awesome. That concludes todays review.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

the drugs don't work

I can't be assed to write about what's happened lately so I'm just gonna copy&paste a convo in Swedish.


Shadow säger:
du vet mina öron
var hos doktorn två gånger på en månad, de skrev bara ut mer kortison och yrade om att man inte skriver ut penicillin för öroninflammationer längre
tredje doktorn, där jag var igår, brydde sig faktiskt om att kolla dem
de var skitinflammerade och fulla med var i hela innerörat och mellanörat
så det är inte så konstigt att jag inte kunnat höra
båda doktorerna innan har inte ens brytt sig om att kolla
så jag fick en skitstark medicin nu som slår ut alla bakterier i hela kroppen, inklusive immunförsvaret
och i värsta fall får de borra hål bakom mina öron
Zooieh säger:
oooh
Shadow säger:
in i innerörat
för att tappa ut varet
Zooieh säger:
på allvar?
Shadow säger:
ja
det har gått månader utan att nån har brytt sig, så det har gått så långt att jag kan få permanenta hörselskador
Zooieh säger:
men så jävla idiotiskt
Shadow säger:
plus att om det blir riktigt infekterat kan det skada skallen också
skitkul om en massa ruttet var käkar sig in i hjärnan
Zooieh säger:
nej inte direkt
det suger verkligen
Shadow säger:
lite, ja.
att man ska behöva leta i månader för att hitta en doktor som tar en på allvar
Zooieh säger:
du borde kunna stämma dem på något sätt
Shadow säger:
<--inte lyckling kyckling

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Dead astronaut in space.

I don't know if trees make sounds when they fall in the woods and noone's there to hear them, but I do know they make sounds when I'm there to hear them. Atleast the one that fell right fucking next to me yesterday made a lot of noise. And it was mighty powerful. I asked it to do it again but it was too tired to get up, it said.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

uh

Spent the night at my parents' place. I had to tape a sleeping bag to the window in my old room to be able to sleep in it. Six blankets and I almost didn't shiver anymore. My cat, who normally does her best to amputate my face, actually curled up in my arms and licked my cheek. She hasn't done that since she was a baby and we still hadn't learned she's evil. I don't know who she thinks she's fooling but it was still nice with some rat-breath on my face. They also renamed her again, nowadays she's called Mold.

My dad was bored so he decided to bake. He's not bored anymore but his hands are all burnt and he's screaming like a little girl. But the cookies were good.

All is as normal as it gets here.

piggy

hey pig
yeah you
hey pig piggy pig pig pig
all of my fears came true
black and blue and broken bones you left me here I'm all alone
my little piggy needed something new

nothing can stop me now
cause I don't care anymore
nothing can stop me now
cause I don't care
nothing can stop me now
cause I don't care anymore
nothing can stop me now
cause I just don't care

hey pig
nothing's turning out the way I planned
hey pig there's a lot of things I hoped you could help me understand
what am I supposed to do?
I lost my shit because of you

nothing can stop me now
cause I don't care anymore
nothing can stop me now
cause I don't care
nothing can stop me now
cause I don't care anymore
nothing can stop me now
cause I just don't care
nothing can stop me now
you don't need me anymore

nothing can stop me now
nothing can stop me now
nothing can stop me now

Thursday, October 1, 2009

linguistics

Shadow säger:
the cheapest I can find is 199 danish crowns
which is 24 quid

Adam säger:
oh not bad
im surprised foreign people use the word quid
i thought it was a totally british slang thing

Shadow säger:
well it is
i just cant be assed to do the £ sign

Adam säger:
i wonder where the word came from
quid
sounds like common muck

Shadow säger:
someone got mugged and brutally beaten by a squid
and his last word
trying to tell people who did it
was "---quid"
and theyre like "hes trying to tell us they took his money!"
and he's like "no..s..uh..q--quid"
"oh poor man, his teeth have all been knocked out. yes, yes, they took your money, we know"
"nnngh"
and the man dies.
"he's dead. poor guy, he never got to find out who beat him and took his.. what was the word? quad?"
"no, quid"
"quid. i quite like that."
"indeed. let's always refer to our monetary possessions as quid from now on"
"grand idea, thomson, grand idea"
I love Amos. To humiliate his fellow dogs, he flips them over on their backs and humps their faces. All while keeping that blissful dog-smile on.