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Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Happy new year to everybody.
Statistically speaking years with even numbers have been better to me than uneven years, '98, 2000 and 2002 were pretty good years, so I'm really looking forward to getting this crap year over with. Word of advice: If you leave your phone at home tonight, there's a smaller chance you'll be making drunken phonecalls at 6 am tomorrow. Sunday, December 28, 2003
And The Award Goes To...
Christmas is over and the year is coming to an end. As always it's time to look back and evaluate, and like everybody else I have decided to make a couple of lists and give my humble opinion on the goods and the bads of 2003. All lists are in no particular order. Best Albums of 2003: Pete Yorn: The Day I Forgot. Type O Negative: Life Is Killing Me. Muse: Absolution. The Thrills: So Much For The City. Pernice Brothers: Yours, Mine, Ours. M. Ward: Tranfiguration of Vincent. Best Concerts: Metallica (Roskilde Festival) Therapy? (Godset) Nada Surf (Voxhall) Best Songs: Fountains Of Wayne: Bright Future In Sales. Nada Surf: The Way You Wear Your Head. Deftones: Minerva. Biggest Dissapointment: Metallica: St. Anger. Best Tv: The Daily Show with Jon Stewart (CNN) Worst Tv: Idols (TV3). Popstars (TV2). Stjerne For En Aften (DR). Biggest Waste Of Time: Matrix Reloaded Best Movie I Saw In 2003: 28 Days Later. Punch Drunk Love. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. Pirates OF The Caribbean. Bowling For Columbine. (I am aware that most of these movies are from 2002, but either they hit theatres in Denmark in 2003 or I just only got around to seing them in 2003.) Favorite Fashion Statement of 2003: Started wearing badges again. Bought a Therapy? T-Shirt that said "Hey Satan You Rock". Most Overrated Person In Music in 2003: Pharrel Williams. Justine Timberlake. The rapper guy from Linkin Park. Best Cover version of a song: M. Ward: Let's Dance. Type O Negative: Angry Inch. Local H: Birth, School, Work, Death. Best Lyrics: Fountains Of Wayne: Hackensack. Worst Lyrics: Madonna: American Life. Smartest Career Move: Jay-Z deciding not to make more albums. Predictions for 2004: Jay-Z will make an album. 2Pac will make several. Radiohead will make a 74 minute album with Thom Yorke burping the alphabet. Q Magazine will call it album of the year. Robbie Williams will cry because no one understands him. Scott Weiland will get arrested. Well, I guess that's about it. What do you think? Am I completely wrong? Feel free to comment, and make post your own lists. Oh, and I finally reached 100 things in the about me section. Tuesday, December 23, 2003
I had a really weird dream last night, I don't remember all of it because it seemed to be one of those marathon dreams that lasted all night, but I distinctly remember sitting in a room with some guys I used to work with and ordering pizza. When the pizza guy came it was Paula Abdul, and she told us how her life had gone down hill since MC Scat Cat had decided not to make more music with her. So now she worked for a pizzeria, and she was pretty bad at it, because she had carried the pizza the wrong way, so all the topping had fallen off, and also she had forgotton my free Coke. She then dissapeared out of the room again, after she had charged me 80dkr, which I thought was a bit much for a pizza with very little topping.
I'd like to see what Freud could get out of that.... I don't think I'll make any more posts before christmas, so I hope you all have a good one, and spend it with the people you love, even if it means standing in her garden looking in through the window. Merry Christmas.
Sometimes The Sun just gets it right! If you don't care too much for reading about the world footballer of the year, which wasn't Henry, still go to the bottom of this article for a fantastic hairstyle comparison.
Monday, December 22, 2003
We're Off To See The Blizzard.
People have been talking about the blizzard that was supposed to close down the entire country, but as blizzards go, this one was a bit of a letdown. And I'm pretty convinced what little snow has fallen will soon dissappear and leave people dreaming of a white christmas. I'm not really in a christmassy mood so far, I just guess I'm one of those guys who don't get caught up in the spirit of those things. We had a christmas party in the dorm yesterday, and though tradition dictates that you must get drunk out of your mind at christmas parties, I was on reasonably good behaviour, and I actually remember myself as being quite charming, so maybe I did get too drunk. As tradition also dictates, I've been completely useless today. I saw the Emmy awards on the tv, and I've come to realise that I actually think Bill Cosby is a really cool guy. Normally I like comedy to be more edgy and provocative, but I really think he's funny and the Cosby Show is classic. Later I watched Eddie Izzards show Circle which gains a lot when you see it second and third time. Eddie is absolutely one of my favorite comedians, and even in a show that's not his best, I still get totally amazed when he starts a bit about the cafeteria on the death star. Right now I'm watching the Danish "comedian" Amin Jensen. For some reason he has become a huge star in Denmark. I'm not a big fan of Danish comedy shows, mainly because they're not very funny, which is normally one of the things I look for in comedy. For some reason a lot of Danish comedians tend to sing a lot in their shows, even Lasse Rimmer sang a bit on tv the other day, and it is a mistake. Songs are not funny! Which is why you'll never see Jerry Seinfeld making an impression of Michael Bolton. The most impressive thing about the Amin Jensen show is the drummer in his band, who, even though he must have heard the jokes a million times, is cracking up at every punchline. I'll round the day off by watching Jon Stewart in ten minutes. Not to bad! Wednesday, December 17, 2003
I've got nothing to say...
Well, I still have a nasty cold and I'm trying to prepare myself for an even nastier written exam this Friday. I have some really violent and loud coughing sessions every now and then, so I figure the poor people sitting next to me at the exam is going to hate me. Not really a lot else going on right now; I bought my last christmas present today, so at least that's over and done with. So after the exam Friday, there's a christmas party Saturday and then I'm off to my parents place for christmas, and then I don't have any plans until new years. And hopefully 2004 will be a better year than this one, which has quite frankly sucked in ways I didn't think possible. (The following links are probably only remotely interesting if you speak Danish.) If you're into metal and live in Aarhus, you might wanna check this out. Also if you're into Latvian radio, you might wanna look at this. I'm a bit bummed that Reino, young angry Reino, has apparently given up on his weblog. Perhaps he had a moment of clarity. John took this picture of a sticker we saw downtown, and I absolutely love it. Oh, and following the fire at the North Sea Museum which apparently had a giant fishtank with thousands of fish, my mom suggested that they should get thousands of guys to come up there with little plastic bags and save the fish. How nice! And a big congratulations to our friend aviation, who is celebrating a big birthday today. Monday, December 15, 2003
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What goes up must also come down. If you're planning on going out on the street and shooting your gun up in the air, please think about that. And make sure you don't hit any ducks...
I went down to the pub today to watch Arsenal - Blackburn. I don't know if you're a loser if you go to the pub alone, but I did so today. It was not a very good game, the attacking play was not very effective, so we had to pin our hopes on Kolo who in a moment of brilliance ran from right midfield down to the goalline, avoided a tackle, cut into the area, danced around, and gave the ball back to Bergkamp who couldn't miss. Super! The second half was pretty bad, and Cygan's everpresent big bald head came to the rescue several times. But 1-0 to the Arsenal is a good result, not entirely fair, and Arsenal's unbeaten run continues. I wonder if you can play an entire season without defeats and somehow still not win the league...
Saturday, December 13, 2003
The Season For Giving.
I got my first christmas card in the mail today, which is always nice. It is from a guy at work, I don't really know him that well but he's a nice guy. He writes me every year to tell me he appreciates working with me and just to let me know how he's doing. I feel a bit guilty, because he writes me every year and I never really get around to writing him back, so I promise next year, Henning, I'm gonna send you a christmas card first. Thursday, December 11, 2003
He's a Regular McGyver.
Is it wrong for me to be excited about getting a haircut? As it is right now I have a bigger mullet than Richard Dean Anderson could ever dream of, which can't go on. It's not like I'm suddenly turning metrosexual or anything, it's just that the last couple of years I've had friends cut my hair, with varying luck, so now I'm kinda looking forward to getting a professional haircut. This of course means my haircut can't go to the olympics, but I'm sure it will cope. So this time tomorrow I will have completed my transformation from old-grungy Roy, to young-business-exec Roy. Or, more likely, this time tomorrow I'll be wearing a hat... Oh, and people should take Emme's example and submit their Picasso paintings. Football. Wednesday, December 10, 2003
If you're feeling artistic, why not try Mr. Picassohead [via wilwheaton.net].
My first, and only, draft is here. Let the bidding begin... Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Waiting For The Universe To Die.
Recently I've been listening a lot to Pernice Brothers. Well, actually only the album called yours, mine & ours since it is the only one I know. But even so, it is really rather good. It reminded me of Morrisey, in a good way (not a big fan), which is kinda natural since Joe Pernice has actually written a book called Meat Is Murder. Anyway, there is a nice media section on their website where you can check out some of the songs from the album. I don't know exactly why, but I have loads of nervous energy today. I have been out walking all over the city looking for potential christmas presents, and now I don't know what to do. There's nothing on tv, and I'm feeling far to restless to start reading. Maybe it's because of the game tomorrow, but usually Champions League don't have any real effect on me. Maybe it's the full moon that is messing with my mind - wouldn't be the first time. Stupid moon! By the way, it's really odd, but I have absolutely no plans until the 19th. I really don't know what I'm supposed to do, but I have to figure something out, or I will probably die from intense boredom. What a sad destiny. Monday, December 08, 2003
Saturday, December 06, 2003
12 Steps
The idiot upstairs had a party Thursday night, so I had to call him at 4am, as the grumpy old man I am, and tell him stop because I had to get up at 7 and go to work. After being at work, and doing absolutely nothing yesterday I had a nice 12 hour sleep, only disturbed by a drunken phonecall at 3 am, and now I'm actually feeling pretty good again. I have to go to a party tonight, that I'm not exactly a 100% thrilled about. It's probably going to be pretty good, but just in case I've come up with a pretty good tvelve step plan to get through the night: I'm gonna drink 10 beers, get some snacks and then go home at a reasonable hour. It's a plan so crazy it just might work! Until then I'm going to watch AGF get slaughtered while hoping that Arsenal can cope without Thierry Henry. Go Gunners. Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Hmm, I'm not feeling fantastic, but then again I'm not feeling too terrible, so overall I'm better of than I thought I would be. Today has been all about relaxing, doing nothing, except eating everything that I could find at my parents' place.
I tried watching the stuff that passes for family entertainment in Denmark on TV, but couldn't make myself watch women's handball, so I made some tea and tried to follow the Arsenal game on live text, which of course was not to be since someone f*cked up at Arsenal.com. But Arsenal won 5-1 over Wolves, so who am I to complain too much. I have absolutely nothing else to say, since I haven't been doing anything. If like me you sometimes visit All Things Footie, notice that the URL has changed. Monday, December 01, 2003
Argentina Would Cry For Me If She Could See Me Now.
It's like a silence before a storm right now. I have a feeling that I will soon be very ill. I am feeling kinda nauseous, have a sore throat, and that weird feeling that my eardrums might explode every second now. There's a very good chance that I will come down with a nasty flu tomorrow. So now my only comfort lies in front om me in a little yellow bag of peanut M&M's. This is gonna suck big-time. Friday, November 28, 2003
I Never Was Cool With James Dean But I'll Be Hanging Tough With My Man Jim Bean.
Last Friday I received an invitation to the release party/ press event with Insidious Torment tonight, so on behalf of the DNL I have to prepare a couple of questions for them. I'm thinking something about their inspirations, and maybe throw them a curveball about homo-erotic overtones in their image and lyrics. Just to see how they react. I really don't know what to expect, if we're the only ones who show up or what, but it'll probably be good fun. I saw Kid Rock playing on Leno the other day, and it was pretty good. So now I've pulled out my old Devil Without A Cause album, and it's still a very nice party CD. It should be said that I generally like him better when he sounds like a southern rock n' roll band. But still, when it comes to mindless party music it works fine as well. And speaking of Rock n' Roll music from way down south, one of my friends is throwing an AC/DC party tomorrow which should be excellente. Wednesday, November 26, 2003
I just can't let it go.... I mean, 5-1!!! So just for the heck of it, here are all the goals on tiny video clips. Simply press goals and they should pop up.
Choosing The Right Word.
After writing the last post, and being in doubt whether to use the word duty or chore, it struck me that Aqua Lene had been pretty lucky in choosing the words for her single 'It's Your Duty (To Please That Booty). It's hard to rhyme anything good with the word chore, though I'm resonably sure you could get a hit in Denmark called It's Your Chore (To Please That Boar)
Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold.
So, 5-1 to the Arsenal. Probably not a song that has been heard on the North Bank too often, but it was a terrific display. People have been going on about Henry's performance, including Smudger, and quite right so, but it was a pretty darn good team performance by a team without a couple of regulars. No one was really to blame for the goal, and three midfielders scored, which should stop the speculation that Arsenal is a one horse team for a while. For now I think I'll get another beer, watch some crap tv, clean the kitchen (which is my duty/chore for the week) and then go to bed. Cheers! Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Evil Lurks Around The Corner.
...And when I say evil, I'm of course talking about me. We were out filming yesterday. My part in the movie was to stumble out from an alley, bump into an old lady and fall over on the sidewalk. And so I did. 8 times or so, before they had the footage they needed. So now, due to my lacking stunt abilities, my left side is left rather bruised and very sore. But it was fun to try, and the people passing by were looking rather puzzled. As far as I know the movie will be running in Cinecity Århus on Dec. 19th. I'm going to see the Inter - Arsenal game tonight. Once again I had that weird feeling that Pascal Cygan would score, but since I couldn't put my money on him, I decided to put my money on Freddie Ljungberg. Go Freddie! Also, if Celtic, Monaco and Arsenal all draw their games and Deportivo win, I'll get 900 dkr back. But honestly, what are the chances of that? Sunday, November 23, 2003
I went to one of my friends' 25th birthday yesterday, and I'm glad to say a good time was had by all. It's always pretty funny to see how everybody falls into their old roles when you get together with old friends. Actually I was the one who stayed most 'out of character', since I didn't drink anything all night, and just hung out most of the day.
Anders, over at Help The Caged, was kind enough to say some kind words about our DNL bar. There was hardly any people though, but I guess we had an okay time anyway. I actually wrote an invitation to the bar in a previous blog entry, but none of you showed up: Bastards! I haven't done anything todaý, stayed in my room eating pebernødder and watching football. I got an invitation to the Insidious Torment release party and press thing next week, so I'll have to prepare a couple of question for that. At least it should provide a little something for the next issue of DNL. Oh, and thanks for the poems! Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Now Serving Number 5000 - And Counting...
I'm not sure why, but in the last couple of days I've had a surprisingly high number of hits, so now my counter has passed the magic 5000 hits mark. I know it's totally not cool to pay attention to the counter, butI still get surprised every time I can see somebody's been in here. I don't know why, but I do. And now somebody's been in here 5000 times. That said, the novelty of the counter is starting to wear off, so I promise to shut up, at least 'till it hits 10.000. Sadly I have nothing remotely interesting to say today. But if you need something to do, feel free to write a poem about ducks or monkeys and put it in the comments-thingy. Monday, November 17, 2003
The Ducks of Autumn
Beware of the ducks of autumn Singing their neverending Song of lost love And frozen ponds Unadventurous, winged Creatures of despair Chanting their melancholy mantra Of death by jet-engines Beware of the ducks of autumn Like everything else They go south In the end There's a rather large family of ducks living not so far from my window. Apparently ducks don't get much sleep, and as a consequence they have decided not to grant me any sleep either. It's always quack this and quack that, all night long. Hopefully they will soon decide to go south to visit their friends, the aardvarks, so I can finally get some sleep. If not, I'm pretty sure it will soon lead to a showdown of epic proportions, and they know, as well as anybody else, that when it comes to fighting, opposable thumbs always beat wings and stupid flat beaks.
It's My First Movie And Already I'm Being Typecast.
Yes, it finally happened, yours truly is going into acting. One of my friends is making a short film, and apparently they wrote a little part in it for me. I'm going to be some drunk guy who stumbles out in front of some old lady and scares her. And then I'm gonna throw up. Beautiful. The movie is going to be shown in our local theater, so finally I'm going to get my life long ambition to vomit on the biggest screen in Århus fulfilled. What these people have failed to realize is, of course, that regardless of my limited acting experience, I am a method actor. And trust me, that old woman will be scared out of her mind. I wonder if Brando had to go through these things... If you're anything like me, you probably saw Denmark beat England 3-2 today. I was hoping the English press would go berserk about it, as they usually do, but it doesn't look like it so far. The Sun actually think Rooney played better than Jorgensen, who scored twice and made one assist. Oh the hype. Well, for a rating of the players go here. You would think they could find some better pictures than the ones in that piece. Looks like some sort of dork convention. Friday, November 14, 2003
Next Friday Kristian and I will be hosting the Friday-Bar at the English Department in Århus (Along with Christopher). This is of course in honour of our fantastic Department magasine DNL. So if you have nothing better to do, and you are hanging out in the corridors at the university, why don't you stop by and say hi? Oh, it's from 3pm to 6pm.
There's an interview with AC/DC in Danish newspaper Ekstrabladet (in Danish) where Malcolm Young is reminded that AC/DC is still labeled metal instead of rock:
Well, who am I to argue....?
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
I know this is probably the most impolite thing ever written on the net, but it just hit me as being funny. You know the commercials on the top Blogspot blogs? Mine always has links to different football clubs etc, so I figured that they're some sort of intelligent ads - like the ones in Minority Report, just more lame. But when I visited one of the blogs I read regularly, it's listed to the left, the links on top of the page were for No More Vaginal Odor and Flatulence/Gaz Deodorizer. So if these are actually intelligent ads, that choose links based on what has been written frequently on the blog, there may be such a thing as sharing too much.
But now the same links will probably pop up on my blog, but at least now you know why... Tuesday, November 11, 2003
The Island of Doctor Gonzo...
If you are a regular reader, you will probably be aware that I'm frightfully bored these days. I'm staying at my parents place for a couple of days, seeking refuge from the temptations of the big city, and trying to get cracking on my paper on The Island of Doctor Moreau. I Haven't got a clue what to write, but it has to have something to do with metamorhosis and so forth. I have a terrible feeling I'm screwed, so if anybody has any brilliant ideas, feel free to chip in. No? It appears Denmark has been blessed with yet another Popstar. Or Pop Idol or whatever. If you are Danish you're probably familiar with the story of former Popstars-winner Jon who beat up some guy with a fryingpan. While looking for his website, trying to find out if he's going to jail (yeah right!) I stumbled upon this brilliant website. www.jonmusik.dk. Brilliant!
An Infinite Number Of Monkeys
(Ronald Koertge) After all the Shakespeare, the book of poems they type is the saddest in history. But before they can finish it, they have to wait for that Someone who is always looking to look away. Only then can they strike the million keys that spell humiliation and grief, which are the great subjects of Monkey Literature and not, as some people still believe, the banana and the tire. Monday, November 10, 2003
Shameless Selfpromotion
I haven't really had anything interesting to say today, I never really fell asleep last night, so I'm terribly busted right now. The only thing I could think of was to update my "about me" section. When I first started, way back when, I wanted to write 100 things about me, like every good blogger apparently does. I never got that far though, but now at least I'm getting closer. If you're looking for answers to the great questions, this may be the wrong place to go - but if you're looking for stupidity in the shape of a list, there you go. It's over to the left, I can't really be arsed to make another link. Sorry. Sunday, November 09, 2003
So, I'm glad to say that I didn't sing any karaoke the other day. I did however get very drunk and tried to set a new record in awkwardness, which needless to say was quite awkward. And then on the following day, the celebration of the much needed Arsenal victory got a bit out of hand. As Kristian said to me today, it was the biggest bender since Arsenal won the league. So like Kristian I'm feeling not so fresh today.
I saw Freddy Vs. Jason today which was exactly as silly as you would imagine. But when you're busted, a brainless slasher flick with loads of gratuitous nudity and crappy dialogue is just what the doctor ordered. I don't really know what to do now, so I think I'll just hang out and feel awkward. Crap. Thursday, November 06, 2003
On Karaoke And Being Broke
Stupid wellfare office wouldn't give me any money, utter bastards. I said I didn't have any money, but they wouldn't give me any. They said "you are not an unemployed junkie, and for that you must be punished. If you would just drop out of school and take drugs, we would give you millions, but now? Not now! We hate you and we hope you get kicked out of your tiny dorm room, that'll teach you to take drugs like the rest of us. Mwuhahahahahahahah....." I asked if she had any ideas how I was supposed to live and pay my rent for the rest of the year without any money, and she said "well, don't you have parents?". Apparently it's very easy to get a job at the wellfare office.... And to make things better, I just got an answer from my blood sample, and apparently I'm allergic to..... dust. Yes, dust, dustmites, so now I have to start cleaning my room. Bah! I have this weird feeling my mom's been talking to my doctor, because as ailments go, this one sounds pretty made up. Stupid corrupt doctor. Friday's the day all semi alcoholic university dorks look forward to, it sees the coming of the Christmas beer. Honestly I don't really get what all the fuzz is about, but it's always a pretty good party day. Some of my friends have rented a Karaoke machine for their bar, which can/will turn out to be an awful idea. They did the same thing last year, but apparently as people become increasingly entoxicated, the prospect of making a complete ass out of themselves becomes more an more appealing. The best example of this of course being Kristian and I doing a solid performance of Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode last year. How very sad it was - how much sader it will be tomorrow... Monday, November 03, 2003
I'm happy to report that my life is apparently Rated R. At times it feels a bit NC17, and at times a bit too PG-13, so I guess an R rating is fair. This means that if you are under the age of 17 you're not allowed into my life unless you bring a hot older sister!
![]() My life is rated R. What is your life rated? I've been looking at the stats, and it seems I don't get a lot of traffic these days. Which may or may not have something to do with the somewhat low quality of writing I have produced recently. I of course blame the stupid winter that seems to have killed my ability to get anything at all done. Except drinking and lying in bed, watching re-runs of old Full House episodes. Hopefully spring will come soon, and I will return to form, and produce the kind of writing that could make Hemmingway blush. Or something. But now I must leave, it seems Uncle Jesse is being bothered by some girl called Gibbler. Sunday, November 02, 2003
Dammit, once again I'm so extremely busted on a Sunday night. It has actually been a rather good weekend. We had an excellent trip to Kolding to see Therapy?, who are probably one of the best live bands I've ever seen. Especially because they seem to be extremely grateful for every single person who show up at their concerts, so even if there's only 100 people in the crowd they still rock their asses of on stage.
And then Arsenal kicked the living shit out of Dirty Leeds. Beautiful. Tonight we saw Down With Love which was actually quite nice. It reminded me a bit of Oscar Wilde and old Doris Day/Rock Hudson movies, which sounds very gay, but is actually quite amusing. Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Nobody bothered to tell me that the last I picture I linked to didn't work, which kinda goes against the entire idea of having a comments-thingy. You bastards!
This time it should work. I've also uploaded a picture of the somewhat alternative toilet conditions in French hotels. This particular toilet belonged to a hotel room I shared with my sister. Notice how only a very thin, and not very airtight, sliding door separates the toilet from the room in which we were supposed to sleep. This was apparently a common ingredient in French hotels. Weird French people... Monday, October 27, 2003
Once again it's Sunday night, and once again I'm feeling very hungover. Last night we had a "tour de chambre" and I'm glad to say a very silly time was had by all. If you need proof I've uploaded a picture. It's from Jan's room which had a "hell" theme, which explains why he's dressed as Satan. I wanted to write a more comprehensive post about the entire thing, but I'm simply not in any shape for that right now. Soon I will go to bed, "not with a bang but with a whimper"...
Thursday, October 23, 2003
What's The Frequency John?
My very creative brother and some of his friends have launched a new music weblog, in Danish, called Frekvens. Knowing my my brother the blogaholic, I can pretty much guarantee that it will be very comprehensive, informative and completely elitist. But in the good way! Feel free to spread the word and support this project so Denmark won't have to rely on Boogie TV for music news. In less serious music news, Metal Hammer say Eddie Vedder is lashing out at Creed, Nickelback and Godsmack for ripping off late Layne Staley, which of course is bollocks since everybody knows they're ripping off Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. Oh, and not a word about Champions League.... Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Elliott Smith died aged 34.
Once again I wasn't a huge fan, but I had a little of his music and thought it was really cool. So if you haven't already, go out and listen to Son Of Sam by Elliott Smith. It is excellent. Tuesday, October 21, 2003
I've been back from my trip to France for a couple of days, but then my internet died due to some sort of maintenance leaving me not only unable to blog, but also completely out of the loop. So now I'm trying to get back in there and figure out if anything has happened while I was gone. Looking at different newspapers and weblogs it doesn't seem as if I've missed a lot. Anders and Kristian for instance seem to have gone into a coma due to the lack of Roy in their everyday life. But now I'm back, and it's a return to regular blogging.
The trip to France was nice, the weather was a great deal better than back in stupid old Denmark. It's a long trip back and forth when you're in a car with your parents, but it was largely problem free, partly becaue of my old trustworthy walkman and cassette tapes fom the 90's, and I also managed to get some reading done for what will hopefully turn out to be a 15-20 page paper on The Island of Doctor Moreau. A real pageturner that will turn out to be. Belgium is by far the most boring country I've ever driven through, Germany and France was a bit better as there are more things to look at. I think by now I've probably seen everything there is to see in Bretagne, or Brittany as I suppose it is called in English, from Carnac in the south over Ponte du Raz in the west (named after the Danish pre-teen rapper) to St Malo in the north. And of course Rennes, which due to it being a university town had plenty of café's, restaurants and bars to keep us entertained, and a lot students who looked like they had stepped right out of the post-grunge era. I stayed in a lot of different hotels, so I also had the chance to see some French tv, including a version of From Hell where Johnny Depp spoke french, very effortless, a lot of music tv, which quite surprisingly featured a lot of Muse and Hawksley Workman who are both huge in France, and some weird French movies with a lot of gratuitous nudity. The last hotel we stayed in was filled with WWII veterans, who apperently had decided to combine visiting old war sites with consuming large quantities of beer. During our dinner at the hotel there was quite a few speeches, a lot of people who shouted "hear hear", and the guy who yelled "A toast to the queen of England". Starngely enough we didn't see any of them come breakfast time... The day after I had come home, my brother gave me a ticket to go see local team AGF get beaten by arch-nemisis Brondby in the pouring rain. It was good fun though, I don't really support any of the teams, but when the two hardest playing sides in the league go head to head on a muddy pitch, you know there'll ge some hard tackling going on. We even managed to see a little bid of football violence afterwards, though it wasn't too serious. The only downside was the idiot standing a couple of rows behind us shouting racist abuse at Brondby keeper Karim Zaza. What a fucking idiot he was. No matter how drunk you are, or how passionate you are about your team that's just stupid. Especially when there was a 10 year old black kid sitting to the left of us in an AGF hat, who looked pretty heartbroken. Apparently I missed some great football when I was away, including Denmark's Euro 2004 qualifier and Arsenal's win against Chelski, but hopefully that will be made up for tonight, when Arsenal beat Kiev and finally get back to their winning ways in Europe. I saw a nice quote about an Englishman's view on Danish football : No gig tonight so my new comedy chums who are very big on Danish telly, oh yes, take me to see the local footy team FC Kobenhavn, of FCK for short. The name is quite apt as they are Fcking awful. They even lost to Rangers a while ago. This game has a penalty saved, a dodgy last minute penalty awarded to the home team to take it into extra time, a sending off, a bit of a punch-up, and is finally decided on sudden death penalties with the home team, lucky Fcking kunst, just scraping home. Boring Eurotrash football. For the full Danish diary of Steve Day go here. Friday, October 10, 2003
That's It, I'm Outta Here...
So today is the day. Having had the traditional departure White Russians and beers yesterday, I am now completely ready to leave this dump of a country. Denmark has been under attack by a nasty case of fall weather lately, so I am more than willing to get into a car and drive to France now. If I get really bored, I may try to find a computer and update the blog, if not, I'll be back around the 18/10. Take care and try to behave. Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Sol Campbell has been given a fine by the FA, which is excellent since it means he won't miss any games. And he will be needed when we miss half a team because of the Old Trafford thing...
Ahnuld won the goo-ba-na-torial race. It was kinda funny when Jesse Ventura won, it was sad when Bush won, I don't exactly know what this is, but it can't be good.
In better news, Kolo has signed a new deal which will keep him at Highbury for 5 years. If he can continue his current form and improve he will definitely be a huge asset to the club. Kolo Toure play, Kolo Toure score. I'm starting to get a bit excited about my trip to France. I'm really looking forward to getting away from this dump, and the crap weather, and just spend a week driving around looking at stuff and visiting a few of those French restaurants Tuesday, October 07, 2003
If you don't like to read my blog in English anymore, a Danish version has been made available thanks to the nice people at Neurotrans.
My computer died today. Completely. I couldn't even turn it on. After checking that everything was in it's right place, shaking my computer around a bit, a little violence never hurt, I decided to open up the machine to have a look, though I had no idea what I was looking at. It turns out that the inside of a computer gets extremely dirty, and it is possible for a spider to live there and make tiny webs. These facts didn't help me a lot though. I asked one of my friends to have a look, but he couldn't see anything wrong either. After a while a girl, yes a girl, who lives here too came in, looked at the computer, pulled the cable out of the socket, put it in the next one, turned the computer on, said: "How do you feel right now?", and left. I said "Very stupid", and started piecing my computer back together. It pretty much the sink story all over again... Monday, October 06, 2003
I Like To Punt On First
I had to make a quick decision tonight. I've been postponing it for a while, so tonight I just figured "go for it" and thus I decided to go to France with my parents this Friday. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go, there's a high school reunion party this Friday and a bus trip to Germany Saturday with some of my oldest friends, and I actually quite wanted to do those things, but on the other hand, I would be a complete twat if I turned down a free trip to France. I've been to France a couple of times before, and though I can't remember any of the French I actually learned when I was 15, I'm pretty sure it'll be a nice trip. There's always a lot of things to see, and as Eddie Izzard said this is "Europe - where history comes from". And it will be cool to visit my sister who works in Rennes. I haven't done a lot of travelling, apart from one trip to the tourist dump that is Lanzarote, a snowboard trip to Sweden and a high school trip to Spain, I haven't been anywhere since I was in Paris in '95, so I'm looking forward to saying "hi" to my friends and dissappearing into the sunset on the backseat of my dad's car, leaving all my troubles, worries and woes behind for a week. When you reach my age, I think people expect you to travel alone, with friends, spouses rather than with your parents, but I have decided not to think too much about that. I'm sure it will turn out to be a nice experience, but it probably won't hurt to bring a book. And a walkman. And my cellphone. I hate Sunday nights, I'm almost always a bit busted from the weekend, yet I'm never able to sleep, so I end up watching bad tv. I'm not really interested in football (American), but I often end up watching it, at least 'till Jon Stewart goes on at 00.30 am, and then I have to wait 'till 03.00 before Futurama starts, which means I will go to sleep around 03.30 and be completely busted tomorrow. I can't decide if it's a bad end or beginning to the week.... By the way, it's embarresing to spell school the wrong way. And my counter reached 4000 hits, which really shouldn't matter to me, but for some reason I always get a bit excited when I see that people have been here. Even if they are all looking for porn... Thursday, October 02, 2003
I've just finished moving. I only moved across the hall so my window now faces the beautiful university park instead of one of the most heavily trafficated roads in Aarhus. It took a couple of days because the people who lived here before had completely trashed the dump, so I had to play handyman, fix holes in the wall and paint it before it was remotely inhabitable. It still looks really trashed, the floor is covered in paint, and the window is still somewhat covered by that weird plant that grows on the outside wall, but it's worth it, because now I don't have to listen to all the traffic everytime I open the window. And my old room was also pretty trashed to begin with. But now my internet is up and running again, and I'm about ready to return to normal life.
Yesterday, while waiting for my net to be turned on, I went downtown to pick up the new Muse album. It turned out that the new Deftones album was pretty cheap, so I bought both, even though I can't really afford it. Anders asks if the new Muse album is any good, and I have to say it is. It is any good. If any other band had made it, it would probably be one of the albums of the year, but compared to Origin of Symmetry it's a bit dissapointing. There isn't as many of the crazy rock tracks like Plug In Baby and Hypermusic, and overall it's a bit mellow, but it's still very good indeed. And they're still as over the top, pretentious and artsy as ever, and probably the only band in the world who can get away with writing a rock song called Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist, which by the way is an excellent song. The new Deftones album is about as weird as they get, which is no surprise following White Pony which I didn't really understand for the first year or so, but went on to be one of my favorite albums. I went to see The Scottish Play with John and my dad the other day which was okay. I don't go to the theater very often, so it was a nice change of pace, but it's weird to see Shakespeare translated into Danish and performed by a guy who was once Prince Valentin on a Danish children's show Arsenal continue to suck their way through Europe, playing the most boring game since facing Ajax in the Champions League last year. Luckily Man U lost to some second rate German team, but for some reason we don't hear the English press going on about crisis in Manchester in the same way as when Arsenal lost to Inter Milan, who actually reached the semi-finals last year. Go figure.... Friday, September 26, 2003
Large parts of the Danish youth have been disillusioned following the pre-engagement of Prince Freddie and the Tazmanian fox Mary Donaldson, since, I guess, most people would like to score a Prince or a fox. Meanwhile a friend of mine is working is working as an assistant teacher, so now I'm encouraging her to pick up one of her students in a "Hot For Teacher"-type scenario, just to prove that sometimes fantasies come true. I'm pretty sure it would boost the morale of students everywhere. She doesn't seem to buy into the idea though...
Arsene Wenger is going head on with the FA, which is a nice change from having them screw over Arsenal time and time again. Check out Arseblog for an extensive and very accurate account of the entire ordeal. ![]() Stuart Cable has left Stereophonics! With hair like that your only hope of ever getting a job is in showbiz - get back in there you c*nt! Wednesday, September 24, 2003
I was watching Friends tonight and saw the strangest thing. Chandler was watching porn in a hotel room, and when the camera showed the TV, it was Danish pornstar-turned sit-com actress Katja Kean. How weird! Not only is she the first Danish "actor" ever to be on Friends, they actually found probably the only pornstar who actually is also a sit-com actress. The research guy at Friends must have the greatest job in the world...
Monday, September 22, 2003
Experience All The Excitement Of Goalless Draws.
The British medias are having a field day following the 0-0 game between United and Arsenal yesterday. Mostly going on about the disgraceful antics of some of the Arsenal players, especially Martin Keown who appears two have attacked Van Miss-a-lot like some sort of b-movie vampire. Man, if Arsenal thought they had problems with the FA before... Well, we probably won't win the Fair Play trophy this year either. To some extent I think I'll have to agree with this Liverpool supporter, although I tend to be less into conspiracy theories than most soccer fans. I haven't been doing a lot lately, tried to avoid drinking so much, so I've been watching a lot of movies. Pirates was very entertaining, Anger Management was god-awful, and so would Shanghai Knights have been if it wasn't for Owen Wilson. A regular feature in Jackie Chan movies is the outtakes in the end where he usually injures himself and messes up stunts, but it seems rather silly when you can see that the outtakes are edited, and have been spiced up with sound effects. Just seems stupid. Oh, and today is the day where this young brute is going to court for having assaulted another kid with a fryingpan - dramatic re-enactment here. Why must Danish celebrities be so lame??? Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Right now Kristian is probably standing in a crowded room watching a Pete Yorn concert somewhere in London. Meanwhile I'm stuck in Denmark, at my parents' place, with the longest living sorethroat ever, drifting around, doing nothing, listening to Pete Yorn on the computer. Life is not fair. Man Utd are beating the living crap out of some Greek team in the Champions League - tomorrow Arsenal will most likely draw with Inter Milan. Not fair.
A lot of plans are in the making right now. Apart from the trip to see Pirates this Friday, we're planning a trip to Germany with a bunch of friends to buy beer, which I haven't done for years. Should be fun. And most importantly: For some obscure reason Therapy? have decided to play their only concert in Denmark at Godset in Kolding. Now, I don't remember ever being in Kolding before, but I'm pretty sure it's crap. But Therapy? played one of the coolest shows I've ever been to last time they were in Aarhus, so I'll have to go... Sunday, September 14, 2003
It's been a weird weekend. Johnny Cash died. John Ritter died. Warren Zevon died last Sunday. I haven't exactly been a been a huge fan or listener of his music, but he was a cool cat with a brilliant sense of humour, and I have followed his fight with cancer ever since he told the world that his days were numbered, rooting and cheering for him at every chance. Each in their own way they were three cool guys and will be missed.
On a lighter note Saturday was spend in the park listening to Insidious Torment who were surprisingly good and TV*2 who were like they always are. Obviousely combining loads of alcohol with the flesh eating virus in my throat wasn't a very good idea, so I'm still very busted. Tomorrow I'll go to my parents place where, hopefully, they will feel extremely sorry for me, make me soup, let me watch videos all day and maybe even buy me some candy. Hopefully. I scored some free tickets for todays AGF - Herfølge match so we went and saw it. It was alright. AGF, the local team, won 2-1 in an at times exciting game. The only problem was that I felt like shit, a nasty combination of the notorious cold and being hungover, so every now and then I had to leave my seat and go back and stand in the shade. And buy unrealistic amounts of soda. I'm so tired of being sick! In a stroke of genious a Norwegian channel is showing Out of Sight which is absolutely one of my favorite movies. The directing, the music, the acting. Everything about it is cool. Even J.Lo is good in it. And not hard to look at. Arsenal's Freddie Ljungberg is posing for Calvin Clein posters and it's pretty bad. Looks like some sort of gay porn, and just with the addition of the words "gay porn" I've secured something like 1000 hits to my page during the next week or so... Wednesday, September 10, 2003
For the first time since Saturday night I left my sickbed to enjoy the company of others. The occasion was that Denmark played Rumania. It was a pretty depressing show, a 2-2 draw where both of the Danish goals were presents from the referee. Also it was pretty depressing to see my friends enjoying beers and cigarettes, when I am still not capable of doing so. So I was stuck with soda and chips, and it's just not the same...
My cold is getting better, but still I'm very busted, so I reckon I won't leave my room tomorrow either, but hopefully I'll be back on the streets Friday, or at least Saturday when Insidious Torment will ROCK the university. Oh, and perhaps some other band too. I finally got hold of the new Pete Yorn cd, thanks Kristian, it's pretty good, albeit a bit hit and miss. Luckily the hits outweigh the misses, and with a whopping 17 tracks and two videos it would be far from me to complain, although I'll probably never be a big fan of his rendition of Suspicious Minds. And finally the comment-thingy is back on track, thanks to the nice people at yaccs, so once again feel free to rate my music (?) or drop a line... Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Yet another day in my fortress of solitude. My cold has got the upper hand, and reduced me to a big ol' container of phlegm. My head is about to explode, and every now and then I lose the ability to breathe. I am not amused. Stupid Tv is spewing out crap daytime shows, when they should really focus more on entertaining me. I will definitely miss out on the birthday party I was supposed to attend tonight, and probably also the big football game tomorrow. At this point it is okay to shed all dignity and say that selfpity is my only friend. I fucking hate being sick! If anybody feel the urge to drop by with all kinds of pharmacuticals, you're more than welcome...
The comment-thingy should be back later today. Monday, September 08, 2003
Sometimes you see things that are somewhat disturbing. Although I got this picture a couple of months ago, I've only just now realized that there's infact a naked guy standing in the background (far left).
How weird is that??? My cold has now spread it's way through all of my body, and I am now sick as a dog, lying in bed all day, staring at the ceiling because the only thing on TV is reality tv. I'm starting to feel like the boy in the bubble; "I need human contact!". Oh well - only a couple of hours 'till Letterman...
First day of school tomorrow. I'll have a lecture on Syntax and Morphology, or grammar as it is more commonly known. I've taken this course once before, flunked it twice, so now seems like a pretty good time to get my act together and finally pass this test, get my bachelor degree and go on and fight world hunger, terror and the use of carrots in spaghetti bolognese.
I have a cold and my radiator doesn't work, so I predict my cold will stay with me until sometime in April where it will get tired of me and go on to bother someone else. Everybody's favorite Danish celebrity blogger, Emme, is getting declarations of love on her comment-thingy. I'm a bit jealous since it appears no one has read my blog and felt the urge to say they are in love with me. Must be because my comments-thingy is down. Yeah, that must be it... I have a hard time decided whether or not the show Ed is any good. I think if they got rid of that Warren guy and that bowling alley guy who acts like a poor man's Jack Black, they could actually have a pretty good show. But if nothing else, it kills the time until Jon Stewart goes on at 12.30. Friday, September 05, 2003
A New High In Lows
There are times when you look at yourself with disbelief, disgusted, thinking: You really ought to do better than this. Tonight I believe my life hit rockbottom, drilled its way through the hard surface and went straight to hell. I actually spend a Friday night alone, in my room, watching the extremely ridiculous Forces of Nature with that big crybaby Ben Affleck and Sandra Bullock, whose best movie is Demolition Man - doesn't that say everything? Maybe I'll go downtown later so the day won't be a complete waste, but seing as it's getting close to midnight, I might not. When people get back from visiting the states, they're always bringing loads of campus-wear (Go Spartans?), and even people who haven't been to the states are seen wearing UCLA shirts. But today I saw a girl wearing a shirt from Degrassi Junior High, which was pretty cool. Haven't been able to find a picture though. Imagine there was a time when it was okay to be called Snake. How cool is that? I should totally get a cool nickname... Wednesday, September 03, 2003
This is brilliant! Japanese humour at it's very best. I mean, real life bullet-time table tennis - why don't we have TV shows like that in Denmark?
After I had seen it I thought... Yatta! And I had to go find the Yatta homepage again. Its beautiful. Enjoy. Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Some Days Are Better Than Others.
I missed the bus this morning. I was already a bit late, and when I was walking toward the busstop, the bus came blazing by - 2 or 3 minutes to early. I decided to take another bus for one stop, and then jump on yet another bus in order to go to work. When I entered the bus I saw a crazy black homeless woman, the same crazy homeless woman who once punched me in the stomach and called me white devil on my way home from a bar, who was singing/chanting in front of the ticket machine, so I decided I wouldn't bother getting a ticket since I was only going for one stop - and sure enough: I get busted! 300 Dkr (£30) out the window. And since the ticket-guy has to write out a fine for me I can't get off the bus at the right stop, and subsequently miss yet another bus. All in all it took an hour to go to work, and cost me a bunddle. Actually a lot more than I earned by going to work today. According to Danish paper Ekstrabladet a giant asteroide is going to hit the Earth in 2014 with the power of 20 Hiroshima bombs. Finally. Reino doesn't like weblogs, so he's writing a blog about it. Fair enough. Especially if at some point his own blog would contain more than the things he criticises in other blogs. Or if he was a bit clever about it like this guy... Saturday, August 30, 2003
Okay, I've just seen the new Alien Ant Farm video in which they play on a rooftop in front of an award show, and end up getting shut down by the cops. I thought: well this is pretty funny but it's been done plenty before. I figured it was probably some sort of MTV show, or even worse The E! Network, but the brilliance of this video is that it turns out to be in front of the BET Awards. Somehow the idea of 4 suburban white guys rocking out in front of stars like Nelly and Eve is pretty funny to me.
And speaking of bands that fit into that nice handy box labeled Nu Metal, the new Korn video, for Tomb Raider II, is pretty dissapointing. I actually like it less than the P.O.D. video for Matrix II. And I hate P.O.D. So once again we have to put our faith in Deftones whose newest single Minerva is quite terrific. And though it sounds Nu it hardly sounds Metal. Now excuse me while I return to my Antharx cd's..... Thursday, August 28, 2003
She Lives Like A Mother???
I've been listening to Superunknown all day and I have realized two things. 1) That it's one of the best albums ever, and 2) That back when I first heard it in '94 I may have misheard some of the lyrics and never thought twice about it. I realized this today when I was singing along with the lines "She lived like a mother but she died just like suicide." After hearing that something was definitely wrong, I checked the lyrics and it turns out she lived like a murder, and not a mother. I guess it makes more sense that way. Actually I think I could pass my mistake off as some sort of hypercorrection because my childish language instinct was more focussed on getting the grammar right than understanding the meaning of the text. And then again, maybe I should leave that to the linguists at the English Department. Arsenal beat Aston Villa 2-0 last night, and are now in front of Liverpool by 7 points, which is funny for so many reasons. So maybe it's about time to give Houllier the ol' boot...? And while we're at it with stupid pictures, here's a clue for the Americans, maybe they should look into what's going on in North London. It appear Arsenal have drawn Dinamo Kiev, Loco Moscow and Inter, which I guess could have been worse, but I'm not exactly looking forward to seeing them try to play football on a snow covered field in Russia. I just hope they won't be playing FC Copenhagen too soon... Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Football, football, football.
I've finally gotten around to mailing for information about the Danish Arsenal Fanclub, so if everything goes according to plan I should be a member very soon. Which should be very cool. In some geeky kind of way. Also, I finally bought tickets to go see local team AGF play a friendly against the national team, which could also turn out to be fun. Our seats are pretty close to all the fanclub, and since I'm hardly a big fan of AGF that too could be a bit exciting, but experience tells me that when attending games at this level, what goes on in the crowd is often more fun than the stuff on the pitch. Tonight we'll see the FC Copenhagen - Glasgow Rangers game on the telly and get some pizza and some beers. I don't have to work until Friday so I guess it'll be more more than a few beers. Actually I'm drinking right now - how do you like them apples? I don't support any of the teams, but I hate Rangers the most, and it'll definitely be good for Danish football if FC Copenhagen goes on to the Champions League so it's a no-brainer. My friends from Barck gave an interview which is very Rock N' Roll. I haven't found any funny links lately, but this is still funny. And if this works you should be able to find the new Iron Maiden video here. Tuesday, August 26, 2003
"... And I've been working like a dog." Actually I've been working like a monkey stuck in front of a computer. And I will continue to do so tomorrow and Friday, and then hopefully have a bit of a break.
In football news it appears that Gio van Bronckhorst will be on loan to Barcelona, which in my book is too bad. He's never had a real chance at Highbury, but I've always prefered him to Gilberto and he can also play left back which will come in handy since Cole is obviously going to miss some games due to injuries and bookings. And also he's about the only guy on the team who can kick a decent corner. It would be nice if people got a chance to prove themselves before they are offloaded to lesser clubs. Sunday, August 24, 2003
Holy mother of fuck - I'm on the fucking moon. This is rather brilliant if you ask me. [via Eldorama]
I really don't wanna jinx this, but when Arsenal play like they did today, it's hard to not be optimistic. They played like they did in the first part of last season, except that this time they actually kept the clean sheet. If they can keep up the level of defending and still score goals like the ones today, this season could turn out excellent. But it's obviously still way to early to say anything, so let's just enjoy being 5 points ahead of Liverpool already.
This weekend has been okay, nothing out of the ordinary has happened, but then again nothing bad has happened, so there's nothing to complain about. Except of course that I'm completely and utterly broke, but that's hardly new. Now I just have to wait for The Daily Show, and then go to bed, and then it's back to work tomorrow. And then my vacation is practically over. Damn! Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Welcome To My Homepage. I Kiss You!!!
All is quiet on the blogging front these days. Most of the blogs I follow daily are laying still, I don't know why, but I haven't really been too active either. I had a weird dream this afternoon, I dreamt I was giving a lecture on stupid websites that everybody seems to have visited sooner or later. While talking about the Mahir-website which for some reason was incredibly popular a while ago, I somehow coined the term netstalgia, but it seems in reality someone thought of it before me. But since I was brutally awakened by the alarmclock, I have no idea where my dream was going or why I dreamt about it. My friend Meyer is working on his website, which at this point only features a million pictures of us at the Roskilde Festival, but if you wanna see a lot of drunken morons with stupid beards (myself included) go here. Denmark played an incredibly boring friendly game with Finland tonight. 1-1. Yaaawn.... Not a lot to say about it; nobody seemed to care too much about playing, so it was basically a lot of walking around doing nothing. Not worth writing about really. Just wanted to use the Finland picture.... Swedish Netstalgia.... Well, I guess that's it for today. Monday, August 18, 2003
Life Is Not At All Like A Box Of Chocolates.
My parents, who are in fact much nicer people than I sometimes claim, have just brought me a box of chocolate from Ireland. Like everything else from Ireland they are filled with whiskey. The chocolates, not the parents. And though whiskey may not be my favorite drink, they are quite superb. But contrary to Forrest Gump's theory, when you read "milk chocolate truffles with irish coffee" on the box, you have a quite clear idea of what you're gonna get... I haven't really been doing anything for quite a while now, and I'm starting to get really bored. I've realized that From Every Sphere by Ed Harcourt is an excellent album, and that's about all I've been up to.... Oh, and I saw The Ring (american version today) which was decent. I fell asleep during the Japanese version, so it would be unfair to compare them. Strangely, Danish Tv are showing Danielle Steele's The Ring tonight, and I'd love to see her take on the story about a killer video tape, but I better not get my hopes up. Also tonight they'll be showing Ben Affleck on Jay Leno talking about Gigli, which Lauren says is funny, so I'll see if I can catch that. Saturday, August 16, 2003
God Gave Me My Face, But I Got To Pick My Nose.
Finally the real football (or Soccer, if you're American) season has started. Right now I'm following the Arsenal game on teletext on Arsenal.com. Before the game the manager complained that the referees were to hard on Arsenal players, and especially Sol Campbell. Then 15 minutes into the game Sol Campbell is thrown out again. Coincidence? Well, maybe. I don't know. But it sucks. But right now Arsenal are ahead, so maybe it'll all work out in the end. I'm going to my sister's going away party tonight, which will probably be nice. Not that she's leaving, but the party. You know what I mean, you. I feel a bit wrecked today, and somehow I've got a bit of a cold, so I'll probably go home early. The concert yesterday wasn't fantastic, but I guess it was okay. The best band was called Overground and featured the guitarist from old Danish band Michael Learns To Rock (yes, horrible names!) who for some reason were huge in Japan. So it was kind of fun to see him rock out on a tiny stage in front of a few hundred people, when you know he used to play whiny awful pop music at places like The Budokan. About the headline; for some reason I suddenly thought about that quote the other day. It's from some Matt Dillon movie I saw when I was a kid, but I don't know which one it was. So if you remember, please drop a comment. And say if it's worth seing again. Friday, August 15, 2003
Following FC Copenhagen's draw with Rangers we had a few beers, actually more than a few, and I don't exactly remember when I went to bed, but the sun was up, and the busses had started going again. So today I've just been in bed, and I only left my room to get ice cream and Diet Coke. Not the worst way to spend a day.
I'm going to an amateur rock concert called Oppenheimers Eftermiddag which could turn out okay, it's free so it's a nice opportunity to check out some new local bands. Jesus kicks ass! Wednesday, August 13, 2003
It's official - once again. Vieira and Pires have finally signed new contracts, which should settle things down a bit around the club. To say I'm pleased would be an understatement.
I'm hopefully going to see Identity this friday, which I think will be alright. Despite the worst tagline ever: Identity is a secret. Identity is a mystery. Identity is a killer. What the hell does that mean? I just heard a funny comment on Letterman: "I went to see the new Jennifer Lopez movie Gigli, and when I came home it was already on cable...". I don't exactly know where it all went wrong for Ben Affleck, but it must have been somewhere between Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Phantoms Monday, August 11, 2003
Rats! Why Did It Have To Be Rats!
It's rat season once again! We recieved a notice warning us that once again our dorm is plagued by rats, which has apparently been a problem for ages. So we're adviced to close our windows when we leave the room and not leave leftover food on the balcony, which I had really been looking forward to since there's nothing quite like the smell of old spaghetti bolognese frying in the sun. Duh! I guess a couple of rats would fall in neatly with the rest of the Trainspotting-esque theme I have going in my room these days. Maybe it's time to clean up the dump. The football season is getting closer, some may even claim it has already started, but yesterday was really just a sneak preview. I've always said that I would support Arsenal no matter how bad they played, but after seing Francis Jeffers kicking Phil Neville in the stomach, I'm beginning to think we could do without him. That's the kind of behaviour you would expect from Vinnie Jones. And if you're gonna kick Phil Neville while he's lying down and get thrown out, at least make sure to get him in the teeth. One particularly sarcastic Danish fan said that Neville should be thankful of Jeffers' horrible technique, otherwise he could have done some real damage. He then goes on to call Jeffers both a moron and an idiot, which is kinda fair I guess. But it's nice to see that Mr Wenger is still in good spirit as he was quoted for saying: “We didn’t sell all our tickets. I don’t know why. Maybe we should play the game in China or invite David Beckham to come and play.” By the way, I have just rediscovered Electro-shock Blues by Eels, and it's probably one of the 5 best albums ever made. So now you know... Sunday, August 10, 2003
The other day we went to see what Abbie refers to as a vile regurgetation of a movie: The Italian Job. I must have been in a pretty good mood that evening, because we all thought it was fairly entertaining. Of course there was a lot of things that were really cliché, the dialogue was uninspired to say the least, Edward Norton was completely wasted, the soundtrack was pretty bad, and though it's supposed to be a remake of The Italian Job with Michael Cain, it's just as much a very silly remake of the remake of Ocean's 11. Did that make sense? Either way, despite all its obvious flaws we thought it was pretty entertaining.
The biggest laugh of the night, however, belonged to the trailer for Bad Boys II. A line like "We drive together, we die together - Bad Boys for life..." always cracks me up. I'm pretty sure not even Henry Rollins can save that stinker. Saturday, August 09, 2003
It's Loud And Queer
That's it! I'll definitely have to kill somebody very soon. The guy on the 3. floor is playing some extremely lame dance music right now, and absolutely nothing is worse than listening people partying when you're tired. And I am VERY tired. It sounds like Studio f*ckin' 54 up there. I had a discussion with a friend the other day whether or not it was okay to call up neighbours and complain about the quality of their music. We both agreed it was okay to complain about loud music, but she didn't think it was alright to complain about the quality of the music. Apparently someone had once called to say she should stop listening to the same Shakira song on repeat. Which I of course thought was a fair request. I for one would like to state that it is alright to bitch and moan about the quality of other people's music, it's for example not fair that I should be forced to listen to Lose Yourself by Eminem all the time, just because my neighbour is an idiot. In an unexpected turn of good taste, Danish TV is now showing the criminally underrated So I Married An Axe-Murderer. There's a lot fun cameos in it like Alan Arkin and Steven Wright, who is one of my favorite comedians. And who knew Charles Grodin could actually be funny? ...and now it appears that Blogger is out of order. Bastards! Friday, August 08, 2003
If my life had been an American sit-com I would have spit milk all over the kitchen this morning. As I was enjoying my breakfast one of the girls who live here said: "I met a girl yesterday who says she knows you - she said she had played strip poker with you in a German convent!" But luckily my life is not a sit-com so I managed to drink my milk without spilling too much, though I was a bit puzzeled and surprised. I guess that kinda stuff will do that to most people. I mean, it was 10 years ago and suddenly it pops up during breakfast. Never saw it coming... and as far as I remember we never got that far, since none of us knew the rules for poker.
We're going to see The Italian Job tonight, and as usual I have low low expectations. Some of my friends saw it in America and loved it, but they also love LOTR and Harry Potter so I don't pay them much attention. Tuesday, August 05, 2003
I Wish I Was Like You, Easily Amused.
After making the list in my last post I remembered that old joke about how Bill Clinton said there was three things he would like to do before leaving office; The Dixie Chicks. There's not really anything on TV right now, one channel is showing The Linda McCartney Story which could possibly turn out to be the worst movie ever. First of all; "based on a true story" always mean the movie is utter shite, and, though I know it's bad juju to badmouth the dead, Linda McCartney was just in for a free ride in a fancy car, it's not as if she was the new Mozart, or even the new Ringo Starr. Not exactly one of the most interesting stories. People like her, Courtney Love and Princess Diana, who got famous because they married someone famous, belong on shows like Oprah and not in movies. Sorry about that Paul.... Another channel is showing The Last Don II. Maybe that should have been The Even Laster Don? Or, The Guy Who Became Don After The Last Don? I don't know, it's too confusing, and probably not very good. A while ago I took an IQ test on Emode, and ever since they've been spamming me with different tests. I recently received one called Find Your Faith, and since I've been looking for my faith for a while I decided to give it a go. They didn't have it though. Guess I'll have to keep looking. I tried to find God once, and actually found him, but we forgot to exchange numbers and I never heard from him again. (That could have been a decent joke if I hadn't stolen the punchline from Jack Dee... can you tell I'm really bored and tired?) Sunday, August 03, 2003
It was a pretty intense game today: 4 goals, 2 red cards, a lot of yellow cards as well, and 2 injuries. I was however a bit wasted, and since I didn't really support any of the teams I just kicked back and looked at all the other people who went nuts. A good time was had.
Later I decided that it was about time to change my life, so I made a list of things to change and do: 1. Stop smoking. 2. Paint my room so it isn't nicotine coloured anymore. 3. Lose a bit of weight. 4. Find girlfriend, must be nice and good looking and if possible have cable TV. 5. Stop being broke all the time. 6. When appropriate, I will shut the fuck up. 7. Finish my education. 8. Buy new shoes, which is impossible because I use size 47 (that's 13 in America) - but hey, you know what they say about people with big feet... They have a hard time finding shoes. 9. Go to London on vacation. There are probably lots of other things that could be added to the list, but they were the first things that came to mind. I made a similar list in December 1999 and actually managed to complete 7 out of 10 tasks in 2000, including finding a place to live, starting an education, and start wearing black socks. Quite an ambitious list that was. If, like me, you've been wondering what's happening with Machine Head these days, here is a thorough and very honest account of what's happening, and how they got dropped from Roadrunner Records.
At long last I will actually bring the Arsenal news before Arseblogger. Young Gunner Sebastian Svard will join FC Copenhagen on a one year loan deal, and God knows they can use him after a humiliating 4-2 defeat to Odense Boldspilsforening/Midfyns Festival/Carlberg Drinking old farts who were reduced to 10 men because they're a bunch of psychos. I actually quite like FC København because they are one of the two clubs in Denmark with an ounce of ambition, so it'll be fun to actually see him play after he's been hyped for a couple of years. But then again it means that he won't get any first team action for Arsenal this year which would have been better, and though FC Copenhague aren't exactly playing at Premiership level they are the team in Denmark who has most supporters at every game, and if they beat Rangers they'll play in the Champions League which should provide some valuable experience. So it could turn out to be a good idea.
I'm going out to see local team AGF play last years bronze winners who've apparently merged with a team that were relegated last year and changed their name. Danish football is simply not exciting enough to keep up with that kind of cuntery, but it's always fun to go to the stadium and have a couple of beers on a hot summers day along with 15.000 other guys. If nothing else it kills time 'till the Premiership begins again. Saturday, August 02, 2003
Why must TV hate me? Danish TV has always been known as crappy at best, but now for some reason they've started showing great music programmes on Saturday night. Last Saturday the showed Behind The Music with Megadeth (or Megadeath as they called them.) which is very funny. Tonight it's Motley Crue which I've never seen, but it should be extremely funny. But I'm never at home on Saturday night and my VCR is almost completely dead. Balls! It's always fun to see the rock bands from the 80's, since they're almost always complete scumbags, totally into the sex, drugs and rock n' roll lifestyle, and we all know that nice guys always make boring music. I mean, everybody thinks Travis are the nicest people in the world, but I'm not sure they'll make for a very entertaining documentary, and their music is, well, not that interesting. Now that Metallica are all nice, sober and hugging before each show, the new album is pretty boring. Faith No More all hated each other and threw all sorts of stuff at each other, and they never made a bad album. Coincidence? I think not!
Thursday, July 31, 2003
A Sexist Pig, I Guess it's True (I Hate All Men Including You)
I don't do well under pressure. Whenever I accidentally write something that other people find funny, I always try too hard to top it, and then people say: "You try to hard", and then I try harder for a while until I return to my normal state of random ramblings. Lately I've been getting some traffic because John linked to my last post in which I compared President Bush to Winnie-the-Pooh, which is an unfair comparison since Pooh is actually aware of the fact that he's just a stuffed animal without a brain, but now my inner attention-whore is trying to think up something funny, so perhaps some of the people will come back one day. Maybe I should have just left on a high-note. "That's it for me, thank you very much!" I have finally gotten around to buying the newest Type O Negative album, and though it sounds a lot like some of their other stuff it's still pretty great. I've always loved their mix of Goth, Romanticism, Weltschmertz, silly humour and blatant disregard for everything politically correct, which again leads to the everlasting dicussion from High Fidelity if people become misserable gits because they like sad music, or it's the other way round. Either way, in highschool I would probably have been dissapointed to see the label on their new CD that says "Type O Negative Is A Non-Prophet Organization". Sunday, July 27, 2003
You Never Can Tell With Bees
So the reversed blogathon is finally over, and after this self-imposed blogging-embargo, or whatever one would call it, I'm back to regular blogging business. For once I've spend my Saturday doing something reasonably productive. Okay, so productive may be a strong word, but instead of the usual alcohol fueled mayhem, I've been housesitting at my parents' place. It's beginning to look more like something from a catalog out here, than the place I was raised, which I'm fine with, except that I'm scared I might break something. That new leather couch, for example. Especially since I'm planning on getting some friends out here at some point. I saw That Thing You Do which is always enjoyable, if nothing else then for the soundtrack, by Fountains of Wayne, and for some superb casting. Then I saw Beautiful Girls, which I only just now realised has the worst DVD cover ever! I had seen it once before where I thought it was crap, but this time I actually thought it was pretty good. Why Timothy Hutton was never huge I'll never know, he's a cool guy when he gets the chance. Also it's a very good ensemble cast, especially if you ignore Rosie O'Donnell, who needs to get her SAG-card revoked. In a hurry! There were a couple of references to Winnie-The-Pooh in the movie, and I realized I had never actually read those books, and since it for some reason is my father, the great English teacher's, favorite book, I decided to start reading it. I immediately liked the title The World of Pooh, because surely we all live in a world of Pooh, so I started reading, and it's actually very funny. I'll probably never finish the entire book, but I'm not sure that matters too much. If you ever get the chance, try reading chapter 3, In Which Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting and nearly catch a Woozle, and then replace Pooh with "The President" and Woozle with "weapons of mass-destruction". Political satire at it's very Pooh-est. Friday, July 25, 2003
I helped a friend move some boxes and a huge chair from the basement to the 3. floor yesterday, so now my arms hurt like hell. I have to go move the rest today, which sucks pretty bad. I don't know why I always end up moving for people, but it can't be because of my fantastic physique because I was really busted afterwards.
I'm going to see Terminator 3 tonight. I don't really know what to expect; on one hand it is a sequal, and there's probably no plot and really crappy dialogue. On the other hand there's probably no plot but a lot of explosions. Mixed with a lot of popcorn it'll probably be okay. I've decided to make a Reversed Blogathon. Since John and Emme are posting on their blog every 30 minutes tomorrow, I've decided not to post anything at all tomorrow. It's gonna be tough, but I'll try. Instead I hope people will go visit their pages and see how they are doing. I think it should be funny to see how much sense they make at about 5 in the morning. Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Happy People Have No Stories
Yesterday I didn't write anything, mainly because there was nothing to write. This morning however I realized that yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my blog. There is of course no existing evidence of this, since Blogger f*cked up my archives, but I'm pretty sure. So one year ago I started this blog, writing about football, music, movies and making stupid comments, and I like to think that nothing much has changed. Perhaps not exactly pullitzer material, I'll leave that to Dave Barry and the likes, but still it's been enough to keep me entertained for a couple of minutes every week, which is pretty much all I ever ask of anything. So, I'd like to take this opportunity to say "Thank you, come again" to everybody who for some reason visit this site, even the ones who only come here to search for "pictures of lolitas" (which for the record is nowhere to be found on this site!), and especially the ones who only go here because they know me, and somehow feel obligated. Also, the people who have found this page by googling me, and never returned, but at least have had the dignity not to bother me too much about having a weblog. Dignity is rare these days. Anyway, the counter has reached 2391 since some time in January which wouldn't have been possible without you. Or perhaps it would, but it would have been very boring. So, now I have nothing more to say on this subject, so I'll get some breakfast and lean back and watch the congratulations and pullitzers come rolling in on my comments thingy. Have a nice day. Sunday, July 20, 2003
Return Of The Not-So-Flying Dutchman
I don't want to jinx anything, but today is looking like a pretty good day. It's 25 degrees C outside, and not a cloud in the sky. The benevolent God of the blogosphere has fixed my comments thingy, and Bergkamp has finally signed his new contract that will keep him at Highbury. He also said it on his own website (registration required), so it's not like one of those Vieira "he's signed, oh wait, no he hasn't" things... They should however sort out Vieira's and Bob's contract very soon, or I will personally go to England, blow up Ashburton Grove and create some sort of elaborate insurance scam so Arsenal get more money than all Russian mob-type guys put together. I finally got around to seing Tigerland yesterday, and it was actually pretty good. There are a lot of implausabilities in the plot, but also some good acting and a lot of oneliners, so it could have been a lot worse. It could have been Hart's War. A lot of people, well not a lot, but some people find this site while searching for "lolitas" on Google. Well, they aren't here, so keep searching. Also, people go here looking for Collin Farrel. Well, his name is spelled Colin, so if you end up here, it's because you, like me, have misspelled his name. That also goes for people looking for Damian Rice - it's spelled Damien. Sorry. That should sort it all out. Or something..... Saturday, July 19, 2003
Roy Meets Girl
Girl: Wow Roy, you look like shit today, are you very hungover? Roy: I didn't drink last night. Girl: Oh, sorry... (Girl walks.) My brother looked at my blog yesterday and fixed it, so now everything looks normal again. A new problem has presented itself, since it appears I can't see if people leave comments. Damn you new Blogger! So if you've left a comment lately, I've only just seen it today. I will try to look into it later. Friday, July 18, 2003
Something's terribly wrong. I'm sweating like a bastard, am tired, nauseous, left a party at 10.30 because I couldn't really bother anymore. So now I'm doomed to watch crap TV and pass out in my bed on a Friday night. Maybe it was because I had a couple of beers yesterday, maybe because I didn't today, or maybe I'm coming down with something. Either way; my biggest wish right now is just to go to sleep and not wake up until I have to go see Terminator 3 next Friday.
Heh, in the last post I linked to a story about Metallica suing another band for using the chords E and F. I'm 99,999% certain it's a joke, I did have to do a bit of fact checking before I was sure. Which means I do more research for this blog than the people at Danish newspaper Ekstrabladet who gladly pass it off as being true.
Here is one movie I'm pretty sure I won't go see. I aways like bad reviews, and this is probably the worst ever. Notice how it didn't get any stars Thursday, July 17, 2003
I See You're Downloading Fuckin' Sanitarium On That Napster Machine....
I just found some of Meyer's pictures from our camp at Roskilde. When looking at that group it's hard to imagine why there weren't any girls with us. There's a pretty good picture of me from when I tried to grow long hair, and one that's not quite as good where I'm standing with the drunken Irish guys. Kristian sent me this, and it had me going for a while. Well done.
I spend most of today in a car with my parents. It really wasn't that bad, the weather was nice and we drove around and saw Clausholm Slot which has a beautiful park around it, and there was an exhibit of scultures to look at. It was okay. Then we saw the place where Hamlet is burried. There wasn't a lot to see, it was in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere, but I guess that's what you get for killing most of your family - a crappy grave. We also drove through some really crappy cities, I don't really know how people kan live all the way out in the middle of nowhere, it's literally "Deliverance-country" out there, but apparently they are quite happy where they are. My dad also managed to get us lost. I'll never know how people like him can think of saying "I think the map is wrong" and then drive the other way. Thank god his stubborn ways haven't rubbed off on me...
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
A One Trick Pony In A One Horse Town?
I bought So Much For The City by The Thrills the other day, and I've been listening to it quite a lot. Based on my record collection I shouldn't really like it, but for some reason I think it's pretty darn good. Maybe I'm turning old and soft. Maybe it's just one of those things you like because it's summer right now, and when it starts raining again I'll throw it in the corner and never hear it again, but it makes me sort of happy right now. What's up with that? I just saw 8 Mile. The user comment on IMDB says "Great drama" which it really isn't, but it's a nice original take on the stereotypical sports movie. Guy loses at something, has to go through some issues, makes a montage of him practising his sport/skill - and *spoiler* guy wins in the end. Hope I didn't ruin it for anybody. It was alright though, in a Rocky meets Purple Rain kinda way. Actually those movies may not be the best examples, but you get the picture. Tuesday, July 15, 2003
I hate charity. Actually that's not quite true, some charities I like a lot; especially the ones that throw concerts. Or the ones where volunteers knock on your door once a year and you give some money, and they pass the money on to the guy who's gonna cure cancer. That guy rocks. The charities I hate are the ones who gang up on the middle of the mainstreet, and bother you every damn time you walk by. And there's always a bunch of them, so you have to decide if you're gonna ignore them, be very impolite to make them go away, or just turn around and go the other way. Lately I've felt an urge to just start shouting at them. Someone told me that some of them actually get paid to stand there and bother people, I think it's the people from Amnesty International, and then what they are doing is not really charity is it? Then it's telemarketing, or something. And then I would be very pleased if they dropped the whole "holier than thou" -attitude.
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