Errrr... there are so many puns, that I'll just shut tf up...
When I woke up this morning, I was a bit tired (ie a bit hungover). However, my energy levels was quickly replenished by the following cure:
1. having a shower, piping hot, to the soothing sounds of Zeke...
2. walking to work, buying a segafredo latte takeaway
3. walking past a post office truck with the back window streamer "I was a sinner until I saw Reverend Horton Heat". Talk about going postal.
4. walking to the post, picking up a package from Lookout!, containing 3 33's: the new Bratmobile, Phantom Surfers' XXX party (feat. Dolemite) and the new Gaza Strippers! Hain't that a boon granted?
5. buying a ham + cheese sandwich, lots of mustard
6. munching the sandwich, drinking the cawfee, typing this...
Friday, November 10, 2000, 10:30 a.m.

yup, that's me...
...in the right hand corner, with the red beard and such. Illo by my friend, illustrator extraordinaire cum postal worker cum fontograffer Core. By the way: fuck windows! Defenestrate microsoft, goddamn it! Yes, that's right one of the few PC's at work managed to vbs the shit outta all jpg's on one of our servers. Fuck! Fuck Fuck!
I saw the squirrel again today, btw. An alert li'l fella!
Wednesday, November 8, 2000, 03:54 p.m.

Ragnarokr old school weirdness
I came to work a little while ago, and just outside, I saw a li'l squirrel running by, Ratatosk in the bright autumn sun. It made me feel good. When I was kid, there was a squirrel that used to come into my gramma's house. He was totally cool, sitting on the table, eating, not afraid at all. I think he was just there one summer, that li'l squirrel. I'll remember him forever.
Friday, November 3, 2000, 09:41 a.m.

I'm not an american, but if I was, I'd vote NADER. Go Ralph, go!
Sooo. WTF am I doing? WTF have I been doing? Well, most of all I've been walking around, pissed of that people don't seem to really care. About any thing that matters anyway. They care about things, having fun, and such. Which is OK, I guess. What is NOT OK is things such as these:
- That either GWBush or Al Gore is going to be the next president of the USA, and that the media fails in their duty to report what these men are about. Gore, on one hand seems liberal, but his track record shows that he's a goddamned hawk: pro-business, pro-military, anti-abortion, anti-environment. Sure, he's perceived as a do-gooder by NAACP, gay organizations, enviro groups, but c'mon: look at the guy! Sure, he's probably the lesser evil of the two, but then again, better the devil you know, hm? If i was american, I'd vote for Nader. A wasted vote, mayhap, but at least it'd show what I think. God save us for the next 4 years. In a recent Punk Planet article, a Gore biography author stated that Gore winning the election most probably will result in - at least - dark ages for Culture. Go figure, go Tipper.
- That everything is commercial these days. That politics is poor entertainment. That Halloween is introduced in Sweden more and more for each year. I remember reading Dennis the Menace as a kid and asking my mom about Valentine's and Halloween, because it didn't exist in Sweden at that time. But for the past 5 years or so, both these holidays have become big fucking bucks here, and every goddamned shop is displaying pumpkins and orange colours. I mean, I have nothing against fun, but it's all such a scam that I wanna smash those fucking windows and tell those little trick-or-treatsters that they're fools, lured into consumerist slavery. But such a killjoy I ain't. I'll just mull over it and spontaneous combust into drunken diatribes once in a while. Such is the life of a desktop freedom fighter.
- That the welfare state that Sweden once was is deteriorating into a neo-liberal self-centered society, with daytrading galore. Friends tell me: "why shouldn't you buy stock, every one else does. easy action. Easy Money." And I say "Fuck that!" It'd take too much time, and I'm not that interested in doing petty speculation, maybe causing people getting unemployed. I ain't wid dat. I'd rather be stone cold lampin' on a factory floor. What really irks me is that people seems to think stock is a lot of FUN. That it's like betting on horses, but safer. Who the fuck fooled you, people? Stocks aren't fun! You ain't Gordon fucking Gecko! You are just marks, numbers, easy pickings for the powers that be. How can you be so seriously stupid? Just because you want new stuff, you buy into a scam built out of slavery.
Fuck you.
...And the word for today is as per usual "COCKSMANSHIP", and this rant is dedicated to all the sex workers of the world. At least they KNOW they're getting fucked...
Wednesday, November 1, 2000, 12:17 p.m.

My Worldview Revisited
Oh, no siree, I have not been busy, not me. But I haven't felt really really keen on writing here as of late. Still, I will write a bit any day now.
A lot has happened since last time, that goes without saying. I've felt irritated about a lot of things, righteous anger one might say:
- About the refugee/immigrant politics of Scandinavia. Sweden once was a nation that helped people in dire need of refuge. Not so now. Agoraphobic vague politics effectively bars people from entering Festung Europa, which is in a hurry to become the behemoth the opponents said it was going to be.
In such times as these, I find it educating to re-read a comic book by Carlos Gimenez, "Orphans of War". This book, maybe never published in the States is an autobiographical tale of life in the Falangist orphanages of Franco-era Spain. Harsh, harsh stories about what fascism really is about, and to what extent the Falangists (spanish fascists) would go to eradicated any socialist/humanist leanings of Spain's people. It is especially chocking to see the way they treated kids, who from 3-4 years of age were beaten, both fysically and mentally, were made to turn on each other, punished in the most evil ways. There are quite a few pages in this book that gives me goosebumps, right now, just by thinking about them...
...especially in the 3rd part of the trilogy, "Barrio", which takes place after Gimenez left the orphanage after 8 years of being shufti'd up the arse by a state that dared call itself democratic. There's a particular story where Gimenez' is looking at a painting of the father he never knew, asking his (never portrayed) mother, standing in front of the portrait, thinking things such as "So you liked to cook", "So you were something of a joker". Finally, he goes shopping for his mother, taking with him a bag that he likes. On the street, a mustaschioed man jumps him, calling him crazy, carrying a bag like that. "it's the Republic's flag", the man says. "The flag of the reds." The buy runs home, shouting to his mother about the meaning of the bag. "Yes," she says, "your father fought for the Republic." So in the final panel, the boy again looks at the painting, thinking "So you we're Red."
I love that short little story. Everyone with heart who reads it should feel that they too would be Red. And yes, I am Red. I have always been, I think. Call me a communist, if you like, but I don't like parties myself. I like freedom, humanism, internationalism and giving a fuck about other people. I, as many like me, have no idea how to make such a society come true, but just don't give me no propagandist crap about "Socialism has been proven wrong, just look at the Eastern Bloc". because you know that is not a valid statement. An idea can be manifest in many things, and maybe Soviet style socialism was crap, but was Weimar crap, too? was the communism with a conscience of Czechoslovakia (pre-Soviet intervention) and maybe Hungary crap too? The Titoism of Yugolavia? Or even the dictatorship of Castro? Better the dictator you can see, than the one you can't, hm?
People tend to forget that we had at least two fascist states in Europe after WWII; Franco's Spain and Somoza's Portugal. We are so quick to put these things behind us. Silly little things we are.
Thursday, October 19, 2000, 02:45 p.m.

I saw Quit Your Dayjob
Man, it feels fine! Not as good as 2 hours ago, but still good. Why? Well, for a number of reasons:
- did two posters & two flyers after work yesterday, and they turned out OK -> pretty good
- had 3 beers after work and watched the abovementioned band at Ariman. QYD is pretty quirky in a Man... Or Astroman? kinda way. A bit o' monophonic synth, a bit o' reverberated geetar, punky drums, eBow, toy megaphones, wobbly vox. I bought a demo from them, but it was far from as good as the live thing
- listened to a lot of good music (check cerdo radio!)
- had a glass of wine with my lunch: elk/deer minced meat beef (hamburger suonds so fucking lame), with winetasting rice and juniper sauce. That glass made me feel tremendously good, I'm telling you! Ate and chatted some with nice gal Jenina and the rest of the old sick crew
- had my weekly massage at my afternoon job. Massage after wine makes one incredibly woozy, yeah shonuff
- talked to my friend Malcolm yesterday, fresh home in paris from 4 months in East Timor
- talked to my long time friend Naffa, who I once spent 6 months in a car with, and who now has been living in Africa - currently Zanzibar - for the past 7 years or so. I'm currently trying to save money to go there for a month or so in february/march 2001. Anyways, he's in Sweden right now, and he'll try to come down here next week. If so, it'll be the first time in almost 2 years that we meet.
- the storming of Milosevic's palace!!!
- ah, I'm feelin' sooo soft right now. I think I'll go home now. SY tomorrow, Fugazi on sunday. Peace!
Friday, October 6, 2000, 05:29 p.m.

those font scallywags at 04...
Yay! Talk about upcoming, radical, fucking awesome weekend, musical-wise! Hell yes! Saturday: Sonic Youth AND Jim O'Rourke AND _maybe_ Loren MazzaCane Connor AND Mats Gustavsson! In tiny town (pop: 10000 or so) Ystad, where the guys is currently spending more than a week playing at art galleries and shit. It'll be SO cool! A sit-down concert it is, to boot!
And Sunday I will see Fugazi at Mejeriet for FREE and GRATIS. I feel lucky, punk. I feel lucky.
Tuesday, October 3, 2000, 11:47 a.m.