Friday, April 29, 2011

arbeit (m)acht frei

I. Am. Seething.


Så tio procent av Sveriges svårt sjuka ska tvingas gå på socialbidrag istället för att få ut en försäkring de betalat för, och det är positivt? Det är bättre än ni förväntat? Det bygger alltså på att MER än 10% av de utförsäkrade skulle tvingas söka socialbidrag. Nice.

Och alla som har en sambo som tjänar pengar? Alla som har besparingar? En bil, ett hus? Dessa människor får avslag och därmed ingen ersättning alls. Var är de i er äckliga jävla hittepåstatistik? Alla som lever på lån för att ert sjuka jävla förakt för de mindre priviligerade gjort dem så stigmatiserade att de inte vill utsätta sig för fortsatt förnedring genom att söka soc? De som är för sjuka och knäckt för att orka? Det finns ingen statistik över de här människorna. Ingen vet hur många av de 90 % av de utförsäkrade som inte får soc, som lever helt utan inkomst.

Går man på soc har man inte heller rätt till rehab. Man är alltså körd, för livet. Ska straffas för att man blivit kroniskt sjuk.

De svaga kanske inte orkar kämpa emot, men de har många anhöriga som gör det. Och vårt tålamod börjar ta slut. Det är lätt att sparka på de som ligger, men det finns ganska många som är sugna på att sparka tillbaka för deras räkning.

Also: mer idioti.

Thursday, April 28, 2011



My hand hurts like a corkscrew in the pooper. Been writing like teh mad for days and days. One paper is practically done, started on the second yesterday. It's about how people percieve the risks of climate change. All I can say about that is, I hate you humanity, so much.

So all I really wanted was to upload this picture. Go ahead, admire it. You may.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

You know what's really scary? Most newspapers, in this country at least, have fired their science journalist and no longer keep a science section.

But almost all of them publish horoscopes.

Are people really this retarded? Really? Aliens, seriously if you're out there, come get me. Please. I am so done with this planet.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Maybe, just maybe, our asskissing media is starting to wake up too.

EDIT:

More info



..and yes, you're gonna have to put up with the politics if you want to keep reading this shit. For those of you who don't speak Swedish, it's about thousands of people, including myself, protesting against the diet version of nazis running my country. They have among many other idiotic things decided that people who are, say, dying from cancer, aren't really sick, they just made it up to not have to go to work.
Not the smartest peanuts in the turd. Google translate is your friend.



This is awesome and comes from here

Monday, April 25, 2011

Vad är skillnaden mellan Hitler och Reinfeldt?

Hitlers bok sålde.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

fråga: Vad är skillnaden mellan Adolf Hitler och Fredrik Reinfeldt?

svar: Hitler hade hår.

Monday, April 18, 2011

NNNNNGH

Roses are red
Portals are blue
I promise I'll never incinerate you

Saturday, April 16, 2011

So two days ago I said I wouldn't write until my hand was healed. Well fuck that. Typing is slow and it semi-hurts but it has to be done. I have two 40-plus page papers to write. Spent the past few days doing nothing but working on one of them. Now this is the fun part: I was editing the 20 pages I've written so far on my master thesis. Cut a large chunk of text to paste it elsewhere. Open Office crashes. The five pages I cut are lost. I raged and laughed at the same time, cause it was frustrating and it's fucking absurd that I have such shitty luck all the time.

Also, on a slightly sadder note. My awesome superdog who could sprint for an hour and still have enough go to jump around in rivers afterwards turned into an old lady overnight. Yesterday we went for a slow, short walk and she had to sit down and rest on the way back to manage. She was no better today. Maybe it's the pain from her limp that never seems to get better, maybe her age just caught up with her, I don't know. But it sucks to see her like this.


Also #2, it just occured to me that my texts initially used to be somewhat funny and atleast semi-benevolent. Nowadays I'm just bitter and raging. I'm gonna get back on track once I've suffered through school and figured out what the fuck to do with myself. Once my life stops being 97% shit, I'll get all Gandhi on yo' ass again. I'm too dumb and stubborn not to, you see.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

back home again.

things that are hard to do with one hand:

button pants
put on bra
fill up the dog's water bowl
put toothpaste on toothbrush
grate cheese

things that suck doing with the wrong hand:

brush teeth
wipe ass
use fork


things that aren't hard but really annoying to do with one hand:
type. hence, i'm not gonna do that 'til my stupid hand is healed.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

S'pore

Back in Singapore, which is awesome even though I'm in the weirdest hostel room I've ever had. Bali sucked incredible amounts of ass. The hostel was great, situated smack in the middle of a bunch of rice fields, outside the city. The problem being the fucking rice farmers. For some reason they decided to pick on me every time we passed them, which was atleast four times a day. Having dealt extensively with bullies before, I've learned the hard way to show now fear, so when they started messing with me, I locked eyes with the leader and started grinning at him. Not quite in a 'come at me bro' way, but not that far from it either. This really pissed him off. Every time he saw me after that his bullshit kept escalating. When we went for dinner yesterday, he was standing on the middle of the road with a shovel over his shoulder, pointing at me. I ignored him completely and walked right past him, not even glancing at him, just kept talking calmly with D. That worked pretty well. But if I'd had to stay much longer I would've gotten into trouble for sure.

Also fucking ridiculous: I wrote earlier about the lameness we had to go through to be able to pay for the visa to Indonesia. Today I found out you have to pay to LEAVE the country aswell. And again, no ATM near the place where you have to pay, and once you've gone through the FOUR security checks to enter the area, you can't go back outside. Of course noone tells you anything about having to pay before you reach that particular point either. I was lucky to have enough Singapore dollars left to exchange for Indonesian rupees to be able to pay. I'd already gotten rid of all my Indonesian money before that. I've never been to a place so openly assholeish, in every way I can think of, as Bali.


On another note, in Swedish:

Åt världens godaste hamburgare nyss, av killen som har vandrarhemmet vi bor på. Skriver ner innehållet bara för att minnas det själv. Mina pennor har lagt av allihop så bloggen får tjäna som anteckningsblock.

bröd
hemgjord biff
sallad
tomat
gurka
lök
valfri sås
ost
bacon
potatisplätt
stekt ägg
kycklingbiff


Till det, pommes och öl. Sedan går man i ide i minst två månader.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

smile!

We've had dinner at the same restaurant four times in a row now. Why? One reason. Our waiter's smile. D and I are both completely infatuated with it. D's trying to impress him by finding Indonesian phrases on the Internet to say to him. I just go "AAAWWWW" under my breath every time I see him, cause he's so damn cute. I want to adopt him and keep him as a pet, and he would make me dinner and smile and I would give him his own bed and bowl, and he could play with my dog and we would all be happy forever.

Atleast that's what his smile says.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

bathrooms

Also, the bathroom situation here is hilarious. In my hostel room yesterday, there was a shower in the bedroom. No bathroom, no toilet, just a shower next to the bed. In the hostel room today, the lock on the bathroom door is locked from outside. I've tried and tried to figure out why, but alas. The bathroom here is really cool though, it's actually outdoors but not really. Maybe some day I'll post pics and show you what I mean. Or maybe not. I'm not sure you deserve clarification on that matter.
Borneo was amazing. Really, REALLY amazing. I've seen and done so many things I never thought I would experience. I've been caving in the biggest cave in the world. I've been surrounded by completely fearless fish biting at my fingers and toes while swimming under a tropical waterfall. I've stood in the jungle at night, in the dark, the only light coming from the glowing fungus growing on dead wood under my feet and the fireflies around me. I've seen wild monkeys. I've also finished my research, which was the reason I went there, which is pretty sweet.

I left Borneo with much regret, but I don't go to South East Asia that often so I wanna see as much as possible while I'm here.

Went to Kuala Lumpur for a short while. The only good thing about that city was the taxi driver that took me back to the airport. He held a one hour speech about Malaysian history and politics, which was really entertaining and very informative.

Had a really bizarre experience in a shopping mall too. We went in to get away from the heat and were dragged into a huge store. There were no customers and probably 30 employees all staring at us, standing motionless but smiling and greeting us when we passed through. It was pretty surreal.

Went to Bali shortly after and arrived a couple of hours ago. At the airport you're supposed to pay for a visa, but there's nowhere to get Indonesian rupees inside the area that you're not allowed to leave before you got your visa. And they only take cash. So if you don't have cash on arrival you have a security dude follow you to an ATM, while also taking your passport, until you got your money and can be on your way. This is completely retarded and unneccessary and would be solved so easily with an ATM in a smarter place.
Once outside the first security control D and I went to get our checked in bags. Some asshole took D's, and his passport, and took off. Another asshole took my bag and told me to follow. He had a uniform and a name tag and everything so I figured it was okay. Turns out what he did was carry my bag through another security check and then hold it hostage 'til I payed him. I had no plans on doing that and simply told him to give me my bag or suffer the consequences, but D, being the Swede he is, payed them.

Apparantly Indonesia has no official traffic rules. This shows. People here are fucking crazy. We had discussed renting bikes to get around but there will be none of that shit. Plus, I sprained my hand pretty badly so I couldn't bike even if I wanted to. They have horseback tours here that I really wanted to do but I guess there won't be any of that either. Oh well. I'm pretty sure there will be things to see and do for the four days before heading back to Singapore and then back home.