Deus Ex roxors supreme!
Woo! Today has been a really really nice day: Indian Summer straight out of the dictionary, by gum! Warm, sunny, and lots of autumn colours. Pretty please, can I have another?
Yestaday, I went to Malmö for a concert with Gaza Strippers and Gluecifer and I fucking bought a t-shirt and all. Left mid-Gluecifer and saw Killer Nuns at Ariman in Lund, doing Cramps covers and stuff I like.
Currently, I'm enjoying the first computer game addiction since, I dunno, Marathon Infinity or so. Great game. Reminds me of Blade Hunter: Rise of the Dragon, which was a Blade Runner-stylee adventure. I think Coldcut sampled stuff from it. Yes. Today, I will attend the opening of an exhibit, and probably have something to drink. Tomorrow, I will go to a 40th birthday party! Dang.
Anyway, I'm going home, wholesale. 'Tis friday and music's in the air.
Friday, September 29, 2000, 05:40 p.m.

Geeky, say what?
Haw! This is too geeky to be true: some crazy jackanapes has SUNG the deCSS code. deCSS is the program code that allows one to descramble DVDs, what RIAA wanna stop. Apparently, mp3.com removed it of fear of prosecution.
Thursday, September 28, 2000, 10:38 a.m.

16 colour movies...
You know, although all this retro computer graphics is bugging my ass off, I still find these things a tad charming. Heck, they remind me of my first contact with colour computer games. Of course, I'm so old that I've actually played BreakOut when it was new as a monochrome game. You remember? They tried to fool us into believing that it was colour by taping coloured film on the screen. Well, they didn't fool my mother's sons, no siree, no siree.
Finally I got around to start reading Philip Gourevitch's - what shall I call it? - shocking account of the Rwandan atrocities of 1994, We Wish To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families - Stories From Rwanda. It's extremely, not really disturbing, not really affected, real. This is High Journalistic Art, and not only that, it's a study in why we are as interested as we are in the heart of darkness: why we want to see gore, touch death, feel the waves of the utter darknes that sometimes is humanity. In Rwanda, the genocide was proportionally 3 times greater than the holocaust of the Jews, and yet it's strangely forgotten: little deaths in a country far far away. Also, it's a horrid reminder that mass media cannot be fucking trusted to tell the truth. They are not the informed intelligentia they sometimes pretend to be. Ah well, I'll write at some lenghth on the subject after I finish this book, methinks.
By the by, do you also feel that sometimes you both want to savour a book, to make it last, but at the same time wanting to find out how it ends? I don't like to speed read anymore.
Monday, September 25, 2000, 03:41 p.m.

Talk about getting shiv'ved in the shower!
I'm tired of sounding like a sourpuss grouch all the time, although that is undupitably one of the things I am. Nor will I be flippant about not being really pleased with my life as is. But, fuck man!, I feel pretty darn good at the same time. I had too much coffee today, and the masseur guy who comes to my job did a real workover on my back, and I'm telling you, massage sets of all kinds of whack endorphines or whatever. A biologist I ain't. Anyway. Outside it's the must beautiful autumnday you ever saw or never saw. The air is crystalline (if gasses can be such a thing), sharp as a pussy's claws, and it smells of yellowing leaves. It's not cold, and the sunlight is really really REALLY c.r.i.s.p. in a most pleasant way. It's not half-bad, this life.
And what the fuck was up with that missile launch? James fucking Bond stuff! And fuck me! Do you remember USS Vincennes and the way it blew the fuck outta an Iranian passenger plane and 280 people with it back in 1988 and barely had the fucking courtesy to say sorry? I mean what the fuck?! My brother pointed it out yesterday, and I must admit that I didn't remember doodely-squat of it...
Friday, September 22, 2000, 05:06 p.m.

Zombie from Badmoon
Badmoon are the cool side of hotline, and now they've released their own clone. Get all you can get from them!
On another note, I feel a little bad, although i shouldn't, because I told my friend Cheb O. that I was getting tired of doing all the flyers and posters I've been doing for them the past year... I reckon it to be more than 200 hours of free work at evenings: designing, layouting, printing, etc. I have a hard time saying no to helping friends, but I don't think they really considered that it's an incredible amount of work to do for free...
Not that I want pay, either... Shit, I enjoy doing these things, but I always have to rush them, and when you don't get a tangible token of appreciation, well, it just gets to ya. Still, I will continue to do stuff, but I wouldn't mind a bribe in the form of hardware once in a while...
Friday, September 22, 2000, 12:26 p.m.

Pixture Studios
Just a link this time: Hide Itoh is by far my favourite GUI-guy. No one has made iconsets as yummy as his. Look and find out for yourself!
Tuesday, September 19, 2000, 04:26 p.m.

Doc. Stanley B.
Currently listening to: Kahimie Karie: What Are You Wearing? [perversly poppy pop]
Favourite lyric: Our steak and martinis/Are draft beer and wienies ["We're Not the Jet Set" - the version I'm listening to was sung by John Prine & Iris DeMent]

I want to find XXX Party by the Phantom Surfers somewhere cheap. It's got fucking Dolemite on it for chrissakes! The Man! I'm looking for Dolemite records, too, but the man is hard to find here in Sweden, where good comedy records are sorely missing. I've got a cool Iceberg Slim I bought mint condition for a song and a dance acouple years ago, but that's not comedy. I've got Shaft Among the Jews, another thrift store find that cost me nothing. I've got a 10 year old Blowfly record, which is nothing but dirty Red Hot Chili Peppers sounding stuff.
What am I saying here? Not a freaking clue, suh! Anyway. Found some good country at a flea market this saturday, Waylon and Lefty Frizell. And a Hello Kitty wallet, which I guess is kind of a queer thing to own. To complete the queer image I also bought Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive 45.
Listening to right now: Jackie Mittoo - Stereo Freeze
Friday, I went to Phat Pat and had a Havana Club+Lime sin rocks with him and Åse. Went to Ariman for free beer, listening to jamaican music, saw a toaster, name o' Black Mice. Slept at a friend's place. Saturday, fleamarketing, later Playstationing. I haven't played much PSX, but I spent several hours with Parappa The Rapper and Crash Bandicoot. Kids' games are my kinda games, I'd say. In the inbetweens I cooked a dinner, a olive oil fried mix of various root vegetables - parsnip, carrot, celeriac and swede - and a couple of hamburger patty like things spiced up with fresh garlic and ginger and coriander.
Listening to right now: Trans Am: Talk You All Tight
Sunday, I spent re-reading my Sandman collection, and cooking saithe, sauteed in cream and butter and ginger and chili, with EmPee. Calorie O.D.'d. Watched 2 beneath average Voyager episodes. Ate candy & potatoe crisps. Watched In China They Eat Dogs, yet another danish movie with the same feel as Bleeder and Pusher - a criminal looser's story, splattered, dark and cynical. Possibly, one might say that they have things in common with Lock, Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels, but I think they're much darker, yet more humourous. Especially Pusher. All three movies have Kim Bodnia in common. Bodnia truly is one guy I wouldn't like messing with. He seems nasty as fuck for real. Brutal. Aggressive. Scary mofuh. But compared to quintessential badass Slavko Labovic, he's nothing. Also, it's cool to see movies that take place in the seedy parts of Copenhagen which I have visited at times...
Monday, September 18, 2000, 02:24 p.m.

Baseline, slick like Slick, but why so expensive?
I think that, ideally, I'd like a comic book artist for girlfriend. Someone like Julie Doucet, perhaps. Or Jessica Abel. I'd like that. But I don't even dream that dream.
Thursday, September 14, 2000, 03:02 p.m.

Aber Mann, diese kondomen macht mir geil und ich füle das ich ficken wollen. Genau, deine perverse tricksau. Supergeil!
Lyrics of the day: She's got eyes that men adore so, and a torso even more so [Lydia, the Tattooed Lady]
Gave me a stiffy: PGP Desktop 7.0
Quote of the day: "Show me the monkey!" [Bill Henderson]
Vegetable of the day: peas in tha pod
Drink of the day: tap water (and coffee)
Bass of the day: Bill Laswell
Hip hop of the week: Sebutones: Psoriasis Reissue
Colour of the day: dark blue
Anticipation of the month: MacOS X
Flavour of the day: puissant remains of yesterday's cod, yams and beer.
Wednesday, September 13, 2000, 03:37 p.m.

Spunk eText Archives
Haven't felt up for it lately. Quite chapfallen. Sleepy. Blasé. Ennui'd. Well, fuck. I had a nice weekend, busy as per friggin' usual. Sometimes it's just tiresome. Going through the motions.
Doing posters, burning CDs, doing flyers. Doing webpages, compiling tapes, doing the dishes. Working, eating too fast, missing a female companion. Man, I'm not depressed, but it feels really boring, this life. Maybe it's because autumn is here. I wanna do something better now. Offer me a job. Propose to me. Just something new.
Tuesday, September 12, 2000, 02:05 p.m.

ruling in mp3.com vs Universal
Well. This is a blast. The duck-butt eggsuckers at Universal finally seemed to give mp3.com a blow that is probably best described as a "fucking uppercut followed by a series of suckerpunches". And you know what? The guys who describe Napster, mp3.com and Gnutella as "thieves" are the Seagrams consortium. White men who made their fortune by boozing up a world, causing violence, domestic violence, murders, death, bad health, bad breath, and even impotence.
I like my licquor, sure, but I'll be darned if I ever buy another Seagrams product. Thus, I urge people to boycot their lardasses off.These are some of the things they own: Decca, Deutsche Grammophon, Interscope, Geffen, A&M, Island, Def Jam, MCA, Mercury, Motown, Philips, Polydor, Universal, Verve, Universal Studios, Captain Morgan, Mumm, Chivas Regal, Glenlivet... They are also agents for Absolut, Grolsch, Steinlager and Perrier-Jouët in the States.
Need I say more?
Thursday, September 7, 2000, 02:29 p.m.

Anticon
Man oh man, I've been somewhat of a slacker, pitas-wise. But on the other hand I've been quite the busy bee in other ways. I saw Ween, Mr. Bungle, Langhorns and Reverend Horton Heat in what was barely more than a week. I was drunk and hungover some days, but still managed to do 6 posters and 2 flyers for my friends' place, and some of them where pretty good, too, albeit being rushjobs.
And I listened to a lot of records, cooked a bit, watched a couple of movies, cat-sat, went to the movies to see High Fidelity. I must say that it disappointed me a bit, but it also bothered me, because it seemed to suggest the kind of life I and friends sometimes lead. Except there are no girls in my life, of course. Bully for me, sorry ass kid. I should grow up and grow teeth, but fuck knows I've said THAT so many times it's almost a lie. Wishes never come true, unless one do something about it. Everything else is fool's gold, a fairy tale better left untold.
Wednesday, September 6, 2000, 08:27 p.m.

new jodi event
Obviously, I'm not too busy at work right now. 3 postings in a day, yo!
Check out the link above! Mah man antiorp/m9ndfukc is linked there, as is a lot of other nice people.
The latest visits here came here by searching for:
a) pukefest
b) hahn rowe
c) makers-rock star god
d) boss hog
e) grave of franco (which i spat upon!)
f) shaved boys full body shaving
I MEAN! FUCK! a, e and f are pretty weird searches, I'd say! Tonight, I'll go see Mr. Bungle, methinks. xoxo.
Wednesday, August 30, 2000, 05:02 p.m.

Bathroom reading matter inventory
I have things on the floor and things on a shelf. Some have been there for a while, some not...
1. Eightball #7
2. Lucky Luke - Lagen väster om Pecos (belgian comic book)
3. 13th anniversary Fantagraphics catalog
4. Coolgrrrls fanzine
5. Jag älskar dataspel! (book of essays on personal relationship to computer games)
6. Weekly World News June 24, 1997
7. Henry Rollins - Get in the Van
8. POX 3/90, 2/88, 6/92, 2/90 (Swedish defunct avant-comic book)
9. Juxtapoz #27
10. New Scientist 20 May, 2000
11. Nat&Dag, jul/aug 2000
12. Bengtsson/Gillis - K-märkt på väg (book on 20th century cultural gems: motels, gas stations, restaurants)
13. SerieChock #17 (fanzine, Debbie Drechsler interview)
14. Idun/Veckojournalen, #5, 1964
15. 12th annual Fantagraphics catalog (note: should throw away things more often)
16. Early 60s porn mag, black & white, no text, real people, no penetration, lots of flesh
Wednesday, August 30, 2000, 10:28 a.m.

MY MORNING by CERDO SCHWEIN, Esq.
I was awaken 8 AM by the radio. I stayed for a while in bed, flipping though some skipped articles from the latest issue of Speak, but there was nothing that really interested me, not in the early morning hours anyway. 8.20, I stood up, and went into the next room to put on the stereo. I choose "Jonathan Goes Country", a really great Jonathan Richman album that I had loaned to a friend for several months. A gem. Can-dy.
I put on some espresso, took a dump while reading a few paragraphs of "Get into the Van" and started to shower. After a few minutes - i use only children's soap by the way, no shampoo - I felt a bit cleaner, and went into the kitchen, removing the espresso from the stove. I use a good coffee that's called Tazza D'Oro: pretty cheap and very tasty, not bitter, but somewhat cocoa-ish. I drank 3 swift small cups while reading my latest cook book, and that made me feel quite famished. Great book.
After that, I came up with the idea that I should make an inventory of all the reading matter in my bathroom before goint to work (see above). So I did just that, while brushing my teeth. I clothed (old jeans, patched in crotch, a Reverend Horton Heat T-shirt, white underwear, darkblue worker's socks, Etnies shoes, blue heavy cotton jacket), picked out some CDs and went to work.
On my walk to work, I irritatingly noticed that I had picked the underwear that strangely enough stings my left buttock. I've scrutinized those BVDs, but haven't found anything that could feel like a needle. I guess I will just have to endure. The weather is nice, though.
Wednesday, August 30, 2000, 10:00 a.m.

3ivx is coming
Yeah. DivX ;-) on mac hasn't been incredibly good, but runs very well on a G4. I hope 3ivx will be even better & faster. Encoding from mac without the use of VPC will have to be fixed, of course...
Monday, August 28, 2000, 04:05 p.m.

Court ruling in the case of MPAA vs. 2600
You know, sometimes I get so tired...
I can understand vaguely that MPAA and RIAA feels threatened by piracy, sure. But I can't understand the singleminded, tunnelvisioned conception of reality that those juggernauts possess. It's beyond my scope how that can be so stupid to think that their things will not be cracked and distributed. FUCK OFF! They should understand that what is electronically viewable is intrinsically possible to copy. Simple as that, if you're not thinking of quantum ware (although, I suspect that there will be no way to use quantum binaries to distribute film).
It's interesting: those companies have a history of trying to supress what must be viewed as free speech: they tried to forbid empty tapes, both audio and video. They've wanted to forbid distribution of second hand movies and music. They successfully has hurt or stopped a number of shops that sold both new and 2nd hand... Need I continue?
Again, there is no proof whatsoever that what I've come to call "benevolent piracy" (ie not-for-profit-piracy) is hurting the industry, at least in terms of sales. Quite the contrary, in fact. Last week, an industry official here in Sweden acknowledged as much. He said "actually, mp3 may very well work as a promoting tool", or something to that effect. Kudos to him.
The most irritating thing with the ruling in the MPAA (or rather the big movie studios) vs. 2600, was that it explicitly forbade 2600.com to even LINK to DeCSS code. So I won't do that either, but I'll use some search engines to do it:
www.google.com
www.go.com
www.lycos.com
So you can see for yourself how stupid these rulings are: if it's illegal to link, then all search engines, and possibly hypertext itself is illegal. And that is impossible. I say MPAA, RIAA and the other powers that be should be PUNISHED for their INSIPID ideas.
Monday, August 28, 2000, 03:24 p.m.

The foulitude of surströmming
This friday, I was attending a little surströmming party at Martin & Maria's. Now, surströmming is an almost undescribable swedish speciality, a most foul way of eating herring. I think it's rotten, or rotting, fermented, with a godawful smell and a taste to match. It's a vile, vile thing. Never again. The background, though, is interesting. I mean, in the oldest of recipes, such as Auspicius roman cook book, fermented fish is obligatory in most recipes. And, of course, it's still quite common in south east asia. But eating nam pla on rice or noodles is an entirely different thing from getting a can full of rotting fish.
The get-together as a whole was really nice, though.
Saturday, I went to a big fleamarket. It opens at a set time, and then everyone runs inside, elbows a-punching other people's solar plexii. I didn't make any real killings, but I bought 20-some 33s for about a dollar fifty. Bargain bin stuff, Conway Twitty, Barry White and such.
6 o'clock I took the bus to Malmö for a party, mexican style, open for all friends and friends of friends. Tequila drinks, larvae eating and cooking all the time. Really really nice: blackbean soup, enchiladas, empanadas etc. Yum. Then, perhaps a bit stupidly, me and The Urb took a cab back to Lund, visiting a moving out party. I guess it was OK, but full of punk rock posers trynna act tough & cool and all artsy like. Fuck it. Some nice people, too, of course. Too many fuckers in the streets. And to few girls at the party.
Sunday, I went to Malmö with Petter, having a cuppa with Urb & him. Went back to Lund, once again assuming the position of cat-sitter. I love those cats. I think I must go see them during lunch. I like cats. I don't really like dogs. Then I spent the evening with the cats, watching a dubbed Black Mask (Jet Li et al) and Arlington Road, which was a tad too formulaic, in spite of what people have said about it. Allright entertainment, sure, but little more.
When I woke up this morning, I was sure that the triads wanted to kill me, by sending strange e-mail, using scottish pseudonyms. Brrr.
Monday, August 28, 2000, 11:30 a.m.

disinfo, pandy fackler!
yeah... i got the latest punk planet to-day, and am sitting browsing through it at work. there was an article on disinfo in it, and upon looking at the website i was impressed how good it has gotten. Richard Metzger - despite having the same name as a couple of well-known nazi fuck-os - has strong anarchist/collectivist leanings, which is kinda refreshing in the corporate mush that is high profile websites. Back in the days, I subscribed to a mailinglist called, if memory serves me, NY News Transfer, which was somewhat akin to disinfo.com, in that it focussed on news that the big media dragons didn't se fit to print: anarchist, syndichalist, socialist, 3rd world media.
Sure, Metzger plays with conspiracies and UFOs too, but the magnitude of the site is of the same stuff that made up NYNT. Kudos!
Also, dont forget to check out the cerdo archives. I wrote a bunch of sordid shit this past week. I'm sure you'll be justly disgusted by some of the more candid accounts of my life...
Thursday, August 24, 2000, 03:20 p.m.