First Advent ...

Xmas shopping today was super cool with my friend Sofia.
I am going to decorate tomorrow though because now I am exhausted.

I bought some more black decorations, black candles, an xmas flower, and a pepparkakor house to build myself (gingerbread-ish house) :p

Tomorrow I’ll buy ingredients to make my own Glögg (mulled wine), and maybe ingredients to make pepparkakor too (gingerbread-ish cookies). I also want to bake lussekatter (saffron buns) at some point … hmm probably on Lucia.


I also also alsoooo ... want to make a chocolate soufflé this year, but I’m going to ask for help from Ronnie. Since we are buying Samichlaus on Tuesday, a chocolate soufflé is appropriate I think, yes? Mmmm! Yum ym!!! Yes!!!

- This recipe looks rather fine!!! Chocolate Soufflé

I'm so happy with the holidays :D


Today is the first advent so I lit my first candle ... like so ...

… and so it begun …


Oh and ... like every year ...
If you're in a Xmas-y mood. Put on my Xmas Mp3 collection with my favorite Xmas songs ;)

This link will be repeated here in all my entries throughout Christmas... like every year ;)

Sometimes I wonder why am I not working at a carnival. Why haven’t I run away with the circus? Well, I tried once. When I was a kid; But the monkey scared me. He ate my giant waterproof marker and within seconds he turned all dark blue. The whole cage became blue. What a carnage! Pieces of plastic, aluminium and chunks of compact polyester all over the place.
They would have found me anyway. How long can an eight year old girl with a red uniform hide in a blue monkey’s cage?
Since I was a kid I loved the idea of changing places. Living in a circus trailer. Camping from one place to another. Having no home. No constant. Yet the carnival would be my constant. This would be the only thing I could rely on. It would be the only thing that could forever rely on me; and know that I would always be there. And it would always be there with me; along with all its baggage, along with all its kinks. The cities would change, the audience would change, the tricks would change … but the carnival would always remain the same!

How else can one quench such thirst?
When is it enough?

The symbolism of the day.
What is cotton candy?
It is not all that appetizing. Not much fulfilling either. It is not rich and has no stable texture. It is rather ugly looking; some may even find it disgusting. When you think of it, you do not really like it. It is sticky and makes your teeth hurt.. Yet, when at a carnival … it is a necessity!!! It smells great and if you look at it from a certain angle, it is rather funny. It looks soft and safe and you know it will fast disappear. You know you won’t really have time to get tired of it. It will melt on your tongue before you get to swallow. And weirdly enough, you’re asking for more. Except, you won’t have it anywhere else.

Yes, inconsistency can drive me insane.
Am I talking about you? Who knows … Maybe I am. Maybe I am not. I choose not to say; this way, when I’m tired of you, I won’t have to apologize; to you or anybody else.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry.
No, I’m not really talking about you.
No, not you either. Do not flatter yourself; Or flatten yourself.
I’m talking about the thirst, the yearning, the craving, the hunger, the desire.
Is there time to join the circus?

And after this bullshit extravaganza … I am going to do something rather … excepted …
I will not however write it here …


Good evening to all you carnies out there like me.

Alexandra N.S.

And then there are those times you cannot figure out what is blocking you.

You just cannot put your finger on it. Is it too much information? Is it not enough information? Is it the sleepless nights, or perhaps too much sleep, that drain all your energy and hide it to some secret place far far away from you?? Is too much coffee, or not coffee at all, that give you the migraines? Is it writers block or sheer boredom the reason you cannot put a single fucking word on paper. The pages remain blank and your brain filled with thoughts that somehow it is impossible to turn into words. Or is it incompetence?

And life goes on and you fall into a loop and you get out of the loop and you see the world standing still and it makes you feel terrible so you want to get back into the loop. And before you know it you are in an out of this goddamned motherfucking loop only to realize you’ve created a loop within a loop within a loop within a loop …

Yes, I don’t think I am going to be finishing “E.M.G.T.B.” any year now. I started it in 2001. It seems unlikely I will finish it within this decade.

Maybe I need this long vacation I was talking about. Somewhere, in some North Pole, or South Pole Station. Maybe I could find the “time” there …

I am surrounded by family now. I runaway from the old country only to be followed by hordes of family. It is driving me insane. Where do I have to go to be alone?

I love my mom. I do. And the others … But I don’t want to be surrounded by them all the time. Sometimes I wish I lived two centuries ago. When families spread allover the world, exchanged a few dozen letters and never saw each other again.

Burden.

Yes, I am selfish I know!

So?

I love me too much to spend all my time … on them.

Actually, I don’t want to spend almost any time on them. Not anymore. No, no more. I now had enough.

I want to be with Ronnie and myself ,most of the time. Other times, I crave for isolation. But, I almost never crave for company … No, I don’t “pine away in my ivory tower”. I love my ivory tower, I am having a blast in my ivory tower, me myself and I. Yes it is nice sometimes with people. People I actually like. But … in moderation.

These two dreadful months in Greece drained me dry. I lost a little of myself and I lost a lot of my patience. I try not to talk about that trip and what it did to me. I prefer to talk about some good moments with friends or not talk about it at all. But when I get furious in a split of a second, it makes people around me wonder “Is she a crazy person?” I even yelled at my sister. For the first time in my entire life. For the first time I told her “no”. I yelled some … and hung up the phone.

Now I ‘m better. I think I’m learning to control my anger. But, I still have no patience. For nothing. For no one.

It is such a shame Ronnie doesn’t want to volunteer in some environmental stupid hippy program somewhere in Alaska for a year.

I would have gone at the drop of a hat.

I’m working on a news web page. I am going to get paid for it so I am doing my best to remember my one and only webdesign class I took a trillion years ago.

Our internet connection was on a halt for 2 days but now we go new faster connection. Downloading a 4 giga file within 6-7 minutes. Not too shabby ey? ;)

Christmas beers are here. We got quite a few bottles. Well now we MUST buy an extra wine refrigerator because there is literally NO room for food in the fridge.

I loved Halloween but now it is time for Thanksgiving. I want to celebrate with stuffed turkey, mmmm cranberry sauuuuce …. drool drool drool, sweet potatoes, cornbread, oyster stew, wine (of course) pumpkin pie, a good American apple pie, ice tea, fruit cake, some candy, a strong cup of coffee and a cigar! I might need an ambulance after that but eh what the hell I’ve got to have SOMETHING to be thankful for this GOD awful year!!! It may as well be a good Thanksgiving dinner!!!

Well the problem is … I am not much of a kitchen person. Sure I could make the apple pie. Who the hell is going to do he rest? Let’s say Ronnie is willing to fix the turkey … ok … that could solve a big problem … but the rest? Crap! Who am I kidding? I need originality here. It would only work if I had friends here who celebrate and know how to celebrate this stupid tasty holiday. Why don’t I have any American friends in Sweden ey? I could tagalong and stick to them like a tick ... to eat their food lol. Ah well, I have some time left … who knows … maybe until the 27^th of November I meet a nice American family who wants to feed us. (hehe) Of course one thing I could not do from here on Thanksgiving day is to see the parades. I want to see the Parade in New York or in St Louis. By the way, lol, did you know that there was an IKEA Thanksgiving Day Parade in Pennsylvania???

I love the balloons I love the idea on standing at some spot in New York , looking at the parade, eating cotton candy or caramelled apples!!!


You know of course I don’t give diddly squat for the meaning of the holiday, or ANY holiday (well unless it is Halloween :p) I like all holidays religious or not, meaningful or not, for one reason and one reason only. Human contact and communication with family ….. Eh! Not! Boouhaha! I got you! Heh! The truth of course is FOOD!!!! I wonder really, how come I am not beastlyly (lol) fat with my obsession with delicacies and spirits

Hmmm I wonder how’s, the food like on Hanukkah …

AAAAAAAA!!!! I want to finally get a normal job with a monthly paycheck and paid vacation days. I want to travel. Apart from the obvious, North Pole, Greenland and Alaska I want to go to New York (micro-brewery hunting), New Orleans (Vampire hunting … heh), Wine Country (well duh … wine hunting!), San Francisco(music hunting), Los Angeles (shoe hunting … errr I meant shopping) and finish up with Las Vegas (human hunting …or something similar :p)

And then go back to Greenland to cool off with some ice fishing … minus the fishing … just sitting in front of a hole on the ice is enough for me.

Talking about ice again … I was thinking … one of the things I really want to do is go on one of those observation stations in North Pole and spend a year there … or at least 6 months. The problem is that I am not a scientist so I don’t see that ever actually happening. What am I going to observe as a non scientist?? Ice melting perhaps? The thing?

Ah well .. one day I might be able to at least visit one of those stations! One thing is for sure, I am going alone. Ronnie said: “Wild horses could NOT drag me there!!!” Lol! So I’m gonna be all by myself. Just me and my parka!

Ronnie thinks I’m gonna be backchopped to pieces or insane!
I think he is watching too many horror flicks, heh.

Ah well I am going back to my throat pills and a couple of episodes of Doctor G

I hope I’m better tomorrow because I have a lohohoooong way to go with the web page I’m building :s

Oh yes this is the song of the day :)

I love the Puppini version :D

mmmmap!

tata

P.S. It is not a coincidence that the hot girl is the red head;) It is always the redhead :p

That’s how you get the neighbors dislike you ;)

This weekend Ronnie, Jonas and I, played Rockband2

Yes Ronnie bought the whole thing while I was away and on Saturday he bought an extra wireless quitar.

We mostly played the Beatles RockBand



and Metallica RockBand




But towards the end we played some other stuff.

I played the drums and in the end I played a bit the base. I got really tired with the base … I think I prefer to hit things ;)
 

Meh … bad quality pictures I know but I didn’t have time to adjust the camera .. we were really into playing :p

It was really fun.
Next time I will try to sing along while playing the drums hehe.

Ahhhh I love my life ;)

( ….. who was it now who asked me if I want children? Muhahahaha!!!!)

Oh yeah … Ronnie liked my Coca-Cola outfit so here it is …

 
From me to you with lots of bubbles  ;)

I wish there was a man-filter here but there isn’t so …

So, I wrote this text yesterday while I was multitasking on my body. It is a text only for girls. Men will definitely find it boring and small. Some will even think it is petty and chick talk. Some might even say it is a thing housewives, fishwives and little women talk about, because they have nothing better to do with their free time. Well it is definitely not food for thought, but it is something that bothers me. And in my journal I don’t always write life changing stories. I also write whatever pops in my head. Therefore, if you are a dude, stop reading here please. I promise you, you WILL be bored. Moreover, you will not value, or understand a word.

So, ladies …

It is remarkable how ridiculous women have to look in order to look beautiful. I got red dye on my hair and eyebrows, a white plastic bonnet shaped like a mushroom on my head, some blue facial cream on my face, I wear a white scrubs smeared with pain from past present and forever and got cotton pads between my toes cause I just did my toe nails. I also did my manicure so I can barely touch things. Therefore, I am just sitting very uncomfortably on this chair without really being able to do much, besides writing this, waiting for time to pass till I go remove all this crap off of me.

I turn my head and see my reflection and I’m thinking : “Who the HELL is that? Krusty the Clown? Lord, my neighbors must be having a hoot. I look absolutely revolting”

What women do to look good ey?

And then it is ridiculous what procedures we are going through, some of which are painful and uncomfortable.

So, after I remove the paint and cream and cotton pads, I am going to poor hot wax on my legs, armpits, and bikini line and rip my hair out. And mind you I have only little blond fuzz, not much hair there to tear. Still, it is a long and uncomfortable procedure; plus I will have to finish off with the tweezers (ladies you know what I’m talking about), I will probably bleed in a few places so I will have to use medical alcohol and you know … the feeling is not exactly pleasant. After I am done torturing my body I will moisturize till I am so slippery I will probably slip and plunge in the kitchen floor. I then will attend my wounds and then I will start doing my hair for an hour or two, probably burning my fingers with my crimper. Then I will pluck my eyebrows till I cry.

After all that, I am going to wear my girdle which stops my blood circulation and makes me feel faint. I will then put on my super high-heeled pumps that crush my feet and give me cramps. Then I am going to put on my super tight bra which probably stops my heart a little. After that I will put my make up on. Poke an eye here and there. Eat a serious amount of lipstick, put on Estée (one of my favorite perfumes from Estée Lauder) that I’m sure I’m allergic to and makes my lips numb … and …

tadaaaaaaaaaa!

I look like a million bucks. And I feel … fucking fantastic!!!

So all this preparation women do for what? For who? Well women do all that crap because they like it! Because they like to feel and look tip top in any occasion, in any meeting. Especially if that meeting is with a man. ANY man!!! Not necessarily for a boyfriend or a close friend. Not even for potential fuck-friend. No, women do all that because they like to be … perfect. They like to feel good, smell good, look good.

And what do men do for us? What do WE get in return …?

 - The following description is NOT targeting someone in particular; it is a description of most men. Sadly, it is not the description of the trailer-trash, the junkies, or the retarded; but it is the description of common people! The majority of men (at least in the west and south) The norma! The Rule we silently accepting. And men, fail to see or realize it.

I have to also note that MY man is NOT in that category (well duh! Otherwise he wouldn’t be MY man), he is not even remotely close to that category!!! My man belongs to an elite group of men that spend sometime with themselves before they present themselves to the world. -

So, women do all that, all this, only to go out and meet friends who probably haven’t had a shower that day, haven’t been any NEAR a razor, and perfume is something they only see in commercials. Their nails are mostly semi long, badly cut, if at all, with something green or dark blown lurking underneath; their hair, if there is any, is either too oily or too dry and makes you wonder if that person owns a comb or not. The clothes look as if they’ve been stored in a supermarket bag for weeks, the shoes are something that popped out from the devils asshole, and not to mention the unattended little hair flying allover the place; you know … facial hair, nostril hair, ear-hair and other places I don’t wish to mention, know, or even imagine … brrr

So, girls, speak up. Complain to your friend, boyfriend, brother … tell them that they smell bad, they feel bad, and they look like crap. It is enough. Do not take that shit no more. And if it is a date … dump the bum …

Apart from those few men who are conscious of themselves and have a good relationship with the shower, the razors, and the mirror, there are very few men who deserve our prepping.

Well that is why I always loved gay men. (And I have nothing more to add to that)

And some of you, one-penny poets, who think all this is trivial and vain, just imagine for a second the majority of women to be butch smelly, hairy lesbians … see how YOU like it asshole!

Drag me to …. ah well …

Hmm I have this thing with movies … I don’t wanna know much about a movie before I see it. All I need to know most of the time is the director, the actors and the title. I never watch trailers because they spoil the movie and I don’t even want to look at pictures. Reviews don’t really affect me unless there is a lot of hullabaloo about a movie. Well that happened with Drag Me to Hell. It got raving reviews. It got Scream Awards, not that this matters in any serious way, but it means that lots of people liked it. (But then again The Dark Night got raving reviews and it was as interesting as water sprinklers) Well I heard so many good things about Drag Me to Hell and I managed not to hear anything about the plot. I saw one scene in Scream Awards cause I didn’t have time to turn my head away but that made no difference to the mood I was into. You see, I was expecting Rosemary’s Baby. I was expecting, The Exorcist, I was expecting a serious Horror flick. What the Hell was I thinking? This was a comedy!

OF COURSE it was a comedy you stupid cow!!! When did Sam Raimi EVER made a serious movie? Pffff Sometimes I fool myself. The movie was fine! It was a good comedy. It wasn’t scary of course. One must be under the age of 11 to be scared with this silliness. Nevertheless, I laughed my head off. I was just a little thrown off because I was expecting something completely different. Meh. My craving for a really good, really scary Horror flick though is not satisfied. What am I gonna do? What is out there now? Well shit loads of movies but nothing with that description. And no, I do not want to watch yet again another ancient film. I want new stuff. Pfff I don’t have the head to look now. I am going shoe shopping.
YES, again!

I have to say, I was looking for shoes all this time I was in Greece and nada. Apart from two stores my friend C. showed me (from which I bought some sluty shoes) but nothing I really wanted for everyday use.

And then I came back home!!!!

I died and went to shoe heaven.

I bought one pair and there are 3 more waiting for me. I refrain myself from extravagant shopping because I will pretty soon be broke. But from the 3 pairs waiting there is one pair of boots I am definitely getting.

By the way since I bought this magnificent sporty casual pair I am getting compliments on my shoes all the time. Ah it feels good to be back on track ;)

Lovely isn't it?

And this is my boot to buy:

tata

So, Halloween is over :(

A rockabilly coffee, a couple of Americas’ finest Ales, (Oregon produces more than hazelnuts and timber)  a Bloody Mary and a few glasses of wine later, I walked back home. Good company, an abundance of Horror flicks on TV and Scream Awards.

Mmmm Johnny Deeeeeeeeepp ….

Halloween is not really over yet though … there are a few tricks up my sleeve. Besides … for us “goth types” (smirk) everyday is Halloween!!! Yeah? Yeah!

Ok I’ve been away for almost 2 months so I have a lot of catching up to do. Lots of movies and lots of TV series. I have still yet to see the last episode of True Blood’s season 2. I am savoring it!!! I want season 3 to start NOW!!!

So I thought I’d start with Dexter.

(minor spoiler ahead)

Oh, the humanity!!!

Oh shut up, it is exactly like that and you know it.

Moreover … holly mother of all that’s sacred … that baby!!! WHY???? Oh my fucking Jesus lord of the idiots!!!! WHY? Why was that baby SO ugly? What an abomination of a creature!!! This, along with Aragorn’s child in LOTR (III) must be the most disgusting creatures on earth. After those two, it must be the cockroaches. (unless there is another ugly baby lurking somewhere in some dark womb) Oh yes I do have an aversion towards children, but this has nothing to do with the fact that this baby was so revolting I had to look away from the TV many times. And what is the deal with this woman? WHO the crap is calling and asking to sing to a fucking baby over the fucking phone? Although I have to say I liked the song in combination with the pictures of mutilated women. But, they could have done it differently (I have a crap loads of suggestions that I won’t get into right now) I hate this character more and more. Why did they have to destroy my Dexter? Poor Dexter is dead :( Dead, dead, dead! Dead like disco! Dead like Heath Ledger! This dude carrying around Dexter’s corpse is an imposter! Stop him. Stop him now!


 

A little late yes, but better late than never yeah? It is that time of the year again to post my “How to Carve a Pumpkin” video.

Get on with the carving people!

I am back HOME

I am too tired and too drained to write anything about the shit that went down in the hell pit I was in for 2 months.

I will now only say that everything turned out fine in the end and I brought my mom HOME for good!!! I also have to say that I met all my friends and this made me happy in my misery. In the tragic misery I had some really good moments with my friends. And I sincerely need to thank them all for helping out psychologically and essentially in my dark times. Some helped more than they can imagine. You know who you are. I love you all and I will repay your kindness!!!

So yesterday, I came back to my beautiful clean country, to my beautiful calm and polite Swedes, to my beautiful clean BLACK home, to my beautiful black things, to my beautiful white boyfriend, to my beautiful black life.

I haven’t talked to a single soul yet today and it feels SO good. It is all nice and quiet. No phones are ringing, nobody to take care of, and not mountains of responsibilities hanging over my head.

I came home to a chilly October Halloweeny evening yesterday with my boyfriend waiting for me at the buss stop. The streets are filled with orange and yellow leaves, the trees are half naked, apart from the chestnut trees, those are holding up for 1^st of November :) The atmosphere was so calm, I though I was on heroin. The absolute nirvana. I thought : “ honey I’m home!” And my eyes got teary.

At home, all our “children” were waiting for me with Swedish and Pirate flags waving. The kitchen smelled of the glorious tortelloni ala Ronnie :p and in the living room there was my favorite Californian. 2 black candles, a welcome home card from all the “children”, a brand new Tassmania with the most beautiful Halloween orange flowers aaaaand my favorite perfume LouLou!!! I was this close buying Loulou many times during those 2 months I was away and even yesterday when I was in Denmark and then when I arrived here I was looking for Loulou at the tax free shop, but couldn’t find it. My baby heard my thoughts ;)

I am back home just in time for Halloween, so today I am going PUMPKIN hunting!!! I think it’s kinda late but I’ll give it a try. And I want to buy some candy for my trick or treaters :D

So, Ladies and Lads … tell the girls that I am back in town :D

FINALLY!!!!!

Hello everyone!

I can not tell you how much I appreciate all your love and support. All those from afar wishing us well and all those who stood by my side those horrible nights and days when I thought my mother was dying of lung cancer.

On the 26^th of September we found out it was not cancer. It was her thyroid gland. She stopped taking all her pills along with the pill for her thyroid condition and the result was her collapsing into a shit loads of symptoms that are freakishly similar to lung cancer. Plus the cancer levels were high because of that. But we had to go through LOTS of tests and we had to play “House“ for a long time before we got any results.

Since we found out that my mother is ok but needs very special care until her thyroid condition stabilises, I have been going through cruel and ruthless bureaucratic procedures to bring mom home. I am not leaving Greece without her. I do not want her to live here anymore and I do not want EVER again to be forced to return to this god awful Hell hole.

I have no internet at my moms home and I had NO time to go and check my mail until now. Today is my first day off since the Greeks have elections here and the country is going to be paralyzed until Tuesday.

Again THANK you ALL from the core of my existence! In this hard time I found out who are my real friends. Thank you thank you!!!

I hope I am home for Halloween!!!!

Stupid c… spoiled my show! Arrrrrrrrrrrg!!!

She can play teens, since she is a teen. She can play plain little girls. But as we saw in her True Blood entrance, she can not play anything else.

She really wants to be this vamp, 30s 40s looking pinup gal, in real life. But, she can NOT pull it off. Poor girl.

Now she got the opportunity to play a character like that and she proved she just can NOT do it.

The character in the book is not portrayed like that, so I am sure she asked for the “Queen Sophie-Anne” to be this dreamy, fast talking, pinup goddess. I bet she asked it in her contract. I bet she got really happy when she got to do it. I bet she thought she could prove something now. I bet she is oblivious on how ridiculous she really is.

She is not Dita, she should get over it already!!!

She spoiled a perfectly fine character from the book. She was flat, with no depth in her words, no warmth in her voice. Meanings all stuck on her forehead as if she was reading from a monitor.
My 8 year old niece could play this character better than this, without any training.

She was just ……. Sad!

I hope I never see her again!!!!

(at least no on True Blood)

The day before my name day we went for a little walk in our neighborhood and looked at the farmer’s market ...

The bee's knees

Mmmm chanterelles and all sorts of berry-jam uhhhhrrr (Homer drool)

... and then the street market.




 

Everyone who lives or has a store on that street got the chance to bring out their old crap and sell them for very little to no money.

This furniture for example was free.



Too bad I have no more room in my flat otherwise I’d get it. I love getting and renovating old furniture.

Then we ended up in a open pub across the bridge on the other island.



Ah, lovely!!! :D

It was a pub by the water where people play Boule (a game with metallic balls).




Here is the disgusting beer they had EWWW!!!

The glass is fun but the beer in it was almost as disgusting a Spendrups or even an Amstel or Heineken … ah no let’s not be evil … - Amstel and Heineken are not beers. They are piss and vomit coming out of a maggot, contaminated with leprosy on a sipsemic zombie corpse. -  If it was like Amstel I would prosecute them.

No, it was as crappy as a Budweiser. Ewww!!!

Here is a unsuccessful attempt to take a picture of the dude with the electric saw. I promise you he is there (in the middle under that tree)

And here behind Ronnie is the fire.



 

Viking Lines (the boat to Finland) is making an appearance between the islands;)

Ah! I love my neighborhood!

Yesterday was my name day.

Swedes do not celebrate name days, and neither do I really. But, on the other hand, I’ve always enjoyed the presents!

My lovely boyfriend cooked for me the best lasagna ever and we cracked open the Chouffe Houblon we’ve been saving since Christmas, which was bloody DIVINE!!!

So, apart from a lovely meal and a great Belgian Ale, I got me a ticket to Inglourious Basterds, the new Nemi book (book 7), and a lovely Public Enemies poster!!!!!

Let’s take them in order of appearance.

Inglourious Basterds.

I first have to say that we were in the biggest room and it was all packed. Yet, everyone behaved. It was the most well behaved audience ever. The best movie experience in years!!! Great sound, fantastic sits, HD film and the best audience!!!

Now, I LOVED the movie.  And needless to say that everyone else loved it as well. I can not remember when was the last time I was at the movies and in the end of the film the audience applauded. Yes they did. There was clapping and cheering!!! This is something very American so it was really weird and rare to experience in a Stockholm theatre. Swedes don’t show their appreciation audibly unless they are really impressed!!!

I don’t want to go into details, I don’t want to spoil it for anyone. So I will just say that everything was beautifully made, the Tarantino way. I never thought I would ever come across Tarantino dialogues in any other language other than English. I will not go into filming, angle, and picture details. Everything was Tarantinesque and perfect. I don’t need to make unnecessary comments about how wonderfully he combined the 40s atmosphere with 60s, 70s and 80s music. I only have to mention that he is the only one who can do it flawlessly!!! Directors generally fail to do this, and many times they create monsters. (like for example Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette … the choice of music was grotesque. Even though it was great music and a collection of musicians I love, the combination was moronic) But no Mr. Tarantino is indeed a master in what he does!!! He can be a little arrogant and annoying, but he is a brilliant director!

All the actors were very good; all chosen very wisely! But nobody will disagree when I say that it was a one man show. Christoph Waltz was the star of the movie! What an actor!!! What a discovery!!! What a talent!!! What a man!!! Mr. Waltz stole every inch of film with his presence. Every moment with him was like a rollercoaster ride. He makes you love him and hate him at the same time. What a delightful actor!!! I really hope to see more of him, I really do!!! This is my second bet for Oscars this year. I’ve already picked the best director Oscar (Michael Mann for Public Enemies) And although I ‘m sure my boy Johnny Depp will get an Oscar nod like every year, he won’t win it this time either. No matter how much I want to see my favorite man be finally rewarded, Mr. Christoph gave a too good performance to compete with. There is no competition I’m afraid! Sorry Johnny boy. Next time.

Alles Gute, Christoph! Alles Gute!!!

Nemi

- This year the book cover is the color of the year. I got obsessed with green this year – So, this year Nemi’s book is special. Many things have changed. One of them is Cyan. Her life changed dramatically in the last book. And the other is that Lise (the girl who is writing Nemi) had a baby the year she was writing Nemi 7 (about 2 years ago), so I want to see if the fact that she became a mom will have an effect on her style. I am curious to see if she becomes softer and/or sentimental. I want to see whether or not, a writer like Lise, can keep her heroin intact, when she herself has changed almost completely. I will start reading as soon as I finish this post.

The Public Enemies poster.

This one I got … from a stranger. When we went to the cinema to get the tickets for Inglourious Basterds (the day before) I talked to one of the people wearing a cinema uniform (you know, those who check your tickets before entering a room) and asked if there is a chance to buy a poster of Public Enemies, (when of course the movie stops running). He said that they are not allowed, by the movie companies, to sell the posters. “We must throw them away when their time comes.” He said. Now, I know how strict Swedes are with rules and regulations (Especially when it comes to their job). But, I thought that this would be a trivial misdemeanor, so I thought: “What the hell?!” and with a low voice looking at the ceiling, I asked: “Well isn’t it a shame that you throw them away? And since you can’t sell them can’t you just … give them away?” He smiled and said: “Well … hmm … I don’t know. Maybe if you ask, if you ask …” And he stopped talking, and started walking, looking right and left, checking his keys. I followed all the way to the end of the corridor. Ronnie got up from the bench and whispered, “What’s going on?” I said: “shhhh” We followed the dude to a little room and waited outside. 30 seconds later he came out holding “my precious” all rolled up and nice. He looked at me, winked, and passed it to me almost ceremoniously. Ronnie said out loud: “pssss … I would have never gotten it. Happy name day baby” Ah, I got so glad :D

It is a professional poster. And it is SO beautiful!!! It is one of those they put up on the cinema windows so it has a double print. I am SO happy :)

Now, since my “eyelash blinking” works (as Ronnie puts it), I will go ask for other posters next week, hehe. I have a good collection of movie posters and one day we are planning to have a movie room with black walls and almost exclusively black and white posters. This was a good addition and yes, my favorite so far!!! I smile so much my ears hurt! :p

So, it was a lovely name day and a great way to end the summer!

Happy fall everyone :D

What would I be without the second hand stores and the Red Cross?

I tell you what I would be. I would be naked!!! Naked as an earthworm. And barefoot!

I have bought 4 new skirts 2 new sweaters, 1 shirt and 5 meters of crushed velvet for just 200kr (that is: 19euro or 17pounds or 28USDollars)
Now if only I had a normal size sewing machine to alter all those things I would bee happy.
That “toy” my father bought for my sister from some telemarketer some years ago is very bad. It does not go “back” it has only one “stitch row”, it has no light, and it is very very small. So small that in order to “turn” you have to “cut”, turn, and start all over again. (people with no sewing skills don’t understand shit now so never mind, read further) Moreover, there is something wrong with the “thread labyrinth” because the thread gets cut all the bloody time. Well, it is good maybe for socks and or tiny tiny baby clothes. Or maybe accessories. I managed to sew a pair of curtains on that thing though, and Ronnie managed to sew a medieval velvet hood with a tail and a medieval robe. (he amazes me with his skills I tell you) However, if you see the thing, you will not believe that ANYTHING has ever been sewn with it.

My father bought this thing being delusional that my sister will patch her kids’ clothes. This man is so weird. He knows nothing about his children. My sister is utterly useless with things like that. Plus she HATES doing things with her hands. She prefers to give orders and be the organizer you know. My mom tried to show my sister how to do simple things with the machine and I was laughing, because the whole time my sister was looking away drifting in her own thoughts saying mechanically: “mhm, yes yes, mhm, uhu, you don’t say”. So, of course, I borrowed the “toy” once 6 years ago. And my sister never asked about it ever again. Now I will try make my dad buy something useful for a change and to the right person. I want THIS sewing machine:

Brother’s Quattro 6000D Sewing Machine

It is ugly as hell but IT is a masterpiece!!!!

“ … Brother’s Quattro <input ... >6000D <input ... >sewing machine has a 4.5 x 7 inch Sharp High Definition LCD display on the right side. The main purpose of the LCD is to enable zooming or close-up observation on the needle point and see clearly what you are sewing. Well, it’s all thanks to the small camera on the right side of the needle! Well, that Brother’s “InnovEye” and “Up-Close Viewer” technology that places a camera right next to the needle to give the user a birds-eye view on the LCD to allow perfect placement before stitching…”

Are you fucking kidding me?????

Yeah yeah, OK, it is not as pretty as these here:

These are works of art man!!!

But in the end I vote for technology!!!

Did you read what Brother’s Quattro 6000D Sewing Machine DOES????

I am sure it can also give you an orgasm ladies!!!

Now, who do I have to kill?

Crazy busy week.

* Visited job “searching office”.

*Went to the Hospital twice.

*Met friend, did shopping for 6 hours. We even went to IKEA.

*Met another friend in her new flat. Hmm a balcony is not a bad idea in the summer. Maybe :)

*Went running. I’m out of breath faster than usually :s I guess I’m out of shape.

*Went to the doctor and she told me I am healthy as a horse. I was just paranoid. She also said, while examining me, that my …. ehm … “bajingo” ehem … is beautiful!!!! Well that’s nice!

*My mom sounds still very “up” so we are not comfortable with the whole thing yet.

*Fucking Greeks in the fucking Greek embassy STILL can’t use the new equipment for the new bloody passports so I still can’t move forward with my citizenship papers. USELESS! The are ALL bloody useless!!!

*Went running again and on my way I realized my mp3 player was out of batteries. Oh LORD how boring it is to run with no music. Apart from some moments when I listened to the birdies, it generally made me very tired. They say it is better to run with no music in order to control your rhythm and listen to your stepping. I say not! I aint doing THAT again.

*Appointment with job coach tomorrow.

*I bought me some nice clothes yesterday I did ;)

*Made a cheesecake. Awesome!!!

* Appointment with sister today. She really wants to eat Sushi …. EEEEWWWWW!!!

*I want to buy me some shoes. But now the shoe market sucks balls. They started selling those old ladle’s shoes again ….. brrrr. How can people walk on flat shoes? They look disgusting. YUK!

*I usually hate fashion and all new fashion crazes. I think it is imbecilic and moronic. But today I saw these shoes and fell in love

Me wants some o that! Me likes :)

Although I would make this lil white bit, on the edge of the heel, black; because like this it looks like she stepped on a chewing gum

Ok off to the sushiland.

tata

So the cheese cake is ready and is resting on my window sill right now:)

Check it out.

 

yeah I had to put my finger there



And the song of the day is …….

Come ooon you should know by now …

It is Monday so the song of the day iiiiiis ….?!!?

That's right, it’s aaaall the bad things babe!

One True Blood coming up :)

Did I say I love Mondays?

I LOVE Mondays :)

 

So let’s see.

This week has been kinda shit.

My mom is sick again. As a result my sister tells me that it is only fair I will go to Greece this time and be the bad cop. I almost died right then and there when she said that. Anyway I have no passport, and I’ve been trying to get a new one for 2 months now (for other reasons) but the useless Greeks at the embassy do not know how to use the new fingerprint system for the new passports so I can’t do anything but wait, since the emergency passports are only in cases there is a death in the family.

Today my mom went to the clinic voluntarily so this is a good sign. I might not have to take this dreadful trip after all. Plus I wouldn’t have a place to stay. (I refuse to stay at my dad’s place. No way.)

As for me … I have to go to the hospital again tomorrow. I could not book a time today since I was not dying.

I came home and drunk some wine instead.

It is a pretty day though. It is sunny and cool.

I might go to the movies again this week.

I want to watch  Inglourious Basterds. Although I am a bit annoyed with Mr. Tarantino for claming ALL the credit of the story even though it is loosely based  - or at least inspired by- an Italian 1978 movie called Quel maledetto treno blindato (1978) aka "The Inglorious Bastards" And this is not a speculation, he has even given a cameo role to one of the original cast from the Italian movie Enzo G. Castellari . Anyway I like Quentin (even though he is a basterd :p) I know the movie will cheer me up. I just hope I won’t have to deal with yet another baboon in the theatre.

What else …

Oh yeah yesterday I was really sad and in a shity mood with my mom and some other health related issues, until I saw my friend Chris’ blog post.

He has the cutest dog!!!
 

So when everything turns to crap, and I see something like this, it is impossible not to smile.

This little creature made me sleep well at night with a smile on my face.

Oh she is so lucky she is not anywhere near me though, because I get very violent when I’m happy :D

Ah bless you Lily! (Chris, I hope you don’t mind I am using your daughter’s picture :p)


 

As for the movie Låt den rätte komma in. (Let the right one in)Well. Hmm. How should I put it? I hate to be one of those but. Yes man the book was so much better. If you haven’t read the book, this movie is just… poetic … Beautiful moments, beautiful pictures. And I have to say they were really lucky with the weather. We had a great winter that year they were filming. But some of the acting was rather bad. The main character was good though. However if you have read the book … you are in for a disappointment. You learn nothing about the characters, when in the book you learn too much. You do not sympathize with any of the characters, in the book you do. You do not like any of the characters, in the book you choose. You do not get any answers and you don’t even get curious about any of the characters. Everything is bleak and vague when in the book there is too much detail. Major characters are missing. Important stories are missing. Main story is actually kinda missing.

So this movie is very very loosely based on the book. It is pretty and poetic and they have done a HELL of a job recreating the 80s (were the story in the book is taking place)

I hate to say this but I can’t wait to see the American version. Hoping that they will read the book and not just copy the movie yeah? I hope they will do something in between. I mean the book is great but there is too much blathering and too many unnecessary details. (I haven’t read such a tittle-tattling since Simone de Beauvoir’s All Men are Mortal great book but too much chatter) And the movie is almost like a long music video with a very vague story. So I would appreciate something in between.

Meh, now I’m off to make a cheesecake :)

I make the best cheese cake in the universe, I do :p

Last weeks Midnattsloppet (midnight run) was really funny when I was trying in vain to find my friend. She was running along with 21.000 people from which let’s say half of them women from which 85% of them blond, same height, same weight, same ponytail, same boobs, same everything. And of course they ALL wear the same pea-green silly T-shirt. She warned me that it will be hard because they all look the same and especially in the middle of the night, in the rain, in the dark. And I didn’t really believe her. Until, I got there and started looking for her. Oh lord. At some point someone started cheering “Anna Anna” … and I thought … what the hey? I missed her? But then I didn’t think that she’d run 5 kilometers already. - The point near my flat, from where they were passing by, was 5 kilometers from the starting point and it has been only 22 minutes since they started. Anna is good but not THAT good :p -

It was like a Twilight Zone episode or children of the corn 8 out and running. Just then I realized why is there so many people running in costume. Some people dress like ballerinas, or wear Christmas lights on them, or gorillas, whatever you can imagine. And all these years I live here and seen the midnight run, I always thought it was really funny and cute that some people run in silly costumes, but I thought it was something they did just for kicks. I never had anyone running it before so I never realized how hard it is to recognize who is who. - And if I was confused, imagine how confused the Japanese tourists were, who think we all look the same ;) -

Now I was focused trying really to slow them down in my head, trying to see which one of these blonds, in this pea-soup, is MY Anna.
When I was about to give up, feeling really bad I didn’t get to cheer my runner friend, there she was; running like the wind and smiling like a queen riding a carriage. At that point she had run 5 kilometers already in this crazy speed. I would have dropped dead at that point if this was me running. I don’t think I’m gonna be running the midnight run any year soon.

I’m really proud of her. Heja Anna :D

I started filming when I first got there in hopes of getting her on film in case I don’t see her, but I had forgotten my memory was full and I couldn’t film no more so I haven’t had the time even to take a picture of her. But here is a lil taste from what I saw.

(if the video below isn’t working then try this link: Midnight Run 15. Aug. 2009 )