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What the cock is up with US people?
So - the man in my life plays VC with some blokes he doesn't actually know around the world. Being the nerd, and thus Penny Arcade, lover he is, he, in reference to the linked comic - dealing with the nanny filter option on Gears of War - added the phrase "Your mom is one classy lady!" to his little kill counter plus thingy. Really, it's basically ( Read more... ) -
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Whistahs! Today Supahfreak will talk to you about high strung women, and the men that love to feel superior to them.
The world is full of gorgeous, fucked up, honky ladies - the F.I.N.E women: Fucked up, INsecure, Emotional - and men just love to rescue them. But when they are well and truly rescued, then these self professed knights wanna get ( Read more... ) -
A Lehrning experience with Sylvia Brown.
Gather round while I sing you of Sylvia Brown
A dear lady whose creed is based upon true greed
Call her a fraudster, she won’t even frown
Fraudschter, Schmaudsters
Says Syliva Brown
Don’t say that she is un-mystical
Call rather her misses statistical
When a guess won’t hit home, who cares if it is sound?
That’s not my department
Says Sylvia Brown
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Due South.
Today the induction schedule and policy packs arrived with Saturday post (still a weird thing to me since Sweden hasn't had Saturday post since the seventies). It is still a matter of weird science fiction to me that this is actually happening and that as of Wednesday I will no longer be an IBMer, by Friday, I will be installed in the new flat, and ( Read more... ) -
I believe it is pants-shitting time. Or: In Russia, bomb fires you!
In this issue of The eXile on the web the feature article about the possibly upcoming power struggle in Kremlin combined with a news article on Der Spiegel's website has me reaching for the bog roll and possibly my old What To Do in Case of Global Nuclear Warfare-manual from the eighties.
Those of us who were sentient during the eighties remember ( Read more... ) -
Wales
Back from Wales. First two nights spent in Hawarden, at St Deiniol's - Gladstone's old library. Possibly the best B&B in Britain. The food was honest British grub such as Cottage Pie or Sunday Steak with classics for pudding, like Spotted Dick and Bread and Butter Pudding, which were all a first for me. It was strangely enjoyable in a Public School ( Read more... ) -
Vacation
It's off to Wales for a bit of R&R. Via the Lake District. I haven't seen much of England or Wales, despite being a UK resident for three years now. (I didn't steal any jobs you could do yourselves - unless you speak fluent Swedish or Dutch, in which case you don't have any problems getting employed anyway, so don't be giving me the evils ( Read more... ) -
Born Free!
I handed in my resignation today. I am still too stressed over everything that needs to be done before I and Nigel are both settled in Kent to feel the elation, but I _am_ glad to be rid of this place. It's just that I am one of nature's worriers (as opposed to warriors ( Read more... ) -
Carry on up the Pantheon
Carry on up the Pantheon is the opening paragraphs to yet another fanfic, written to a nonexisting book. It is more of a fanfic to a particular author's style, rather than an existing story.
It might have been on a Tuesday or possibly a Wednesday. Of course that was if you actually called the weekdays those names, and if your week actually was ( Read more... ) -
More pink
I have read loads of chicklit, despite the fact that it makes me gag. I read them, because I hope to one day understand what makes them tick, so I can write one and get rich. I have more or less given up, because it is hard to write while projectile vomiting. I have, however, written an opening paragraph for an office-centred chick-lit story. Even ( Read more... )