Roy studies English.
Roy likes rock music.
Roy supports Arsenal.
Roy doesn't read much, but still claims to have better taste than most people.
Roy has too much spare time.
Roy also likes Glasgow Celtic.
Roy's first language is not English.
Roy lives in Denmark, but doesn't have blond hair.
Roy enjoys movies as much as the next person.
Roy sees a lot of movies, but still claims to have better taste than most people.
Roy is for some reason not Roy's real name.
I am 63% Metal Head I rock just as hard as the rest of the thrash set, except when no ones looking I like to get down with a little "More than a Feeling."
I don't consider myself a great writer. Actually I don't consider myself a writer at all, but sometimes I find myself in situations where I need to write stuff, mails, The Junior Gazette, and indeed this very weblog. Before I write stuff I often consider what my angle should be in order to create some illusion of intellect, wit or even false modesty. Several options offered themselves today and yesterday: The obvious choice would be to start ranting and raving about Arsenal's fantastic 5-1 annihilation of Man City on Maine Road. I could also talk about how a more-crap-than-usual Man Utd were lucky to even get a draw against Bolton, or how Chelsea lost, or how Liverpool lost to Birmingham (featuring the much hyped "future Tony Adams", Matty Upson.) But, just to be a good winner, I won't mention any of those things, I'll just sit here with a smug smile on my face.
I'm not usually a big fan of Sundays. Hangovers and a serious lack of quality tv usually mean that Sundays are spent being bored out of my mind in front of the computer. And because I always sleep late, I'm always wide awake sunday nights. Lately I've developed a rather weird, and kinda embarresing ritual for Sunday nights; I've become hooked on the sitcom Ladies Man starring Alfred Molina. It's always on at about 01.30 A.M. Sunday night, and it has all the characteristics of a crappy sitcom: It's a family sitcom with a tendency to be sweet and romantic, and it even features one of the Golden Girls. Yet I always end up watching it, even though I know in the back of my mind that I really ought to hate it. Well, I guess everybody have those kinds of guilty pleasures. Actually I remember when I was a kid, I would always watch Silk Stalkings together with my dad. I don't think guilty pleasures come more guilty than that...
On a completely unrelated note, I've decided to add a link to Stine's weblog here. It is in Danish, and she is apparently Anders' (from the previous entry) girlfriend. So let it never be said that I don't to my part in supporting the local blogging community. I am infact a motherblogger!
On yet another completely unrelated note I am currently watching the German music channel Viva, and I have to say that punk-rock in german is probably the worst music ever made. I wish Germany would do us all a favor and just stop making music forever. Surely they must know that German music peaked with Nena's 99 Luftballons. Give it up already! Uh-oh apparently some crap band called Donots have made a cover version of Twisted Sisters' We're Not Gonna Take It. What complete bastards! I guess that's my cue to turn of my TV and go to bed....
Gosh darn it! I just realized that one of my friends has a weblog I didn't know about, and it even has a link to my page. I have absolutely no idea how he found my page, or why he kept his page a secret, but now the secret is out and I give you: Helptheaged. It is primarily in Danish, even though he is one of the guys from the English Department. Actually he is one of the guys with whom I make the departemental magazine, Dolphin Newsletter. If you search his page thoroughly you might even find a picture from the mayhem that was also known as The Dolphin Newsletter Alcohol Test.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for today, absolutely nothing new to say. Arsenal drew with Ajax yesterday, it's cold and gray outside, and for some reason I have to read Beauty and the Beast for tomorrow. The only plus side is; I've got a fridge full of beer and Duran Duran on my winamp, and that's not half bad is it?
I'm trying to read some theories about the First Amendment, but it's basically 20 pages worth of namedropping everyone from Aristoteles to Walt Whitman, so it's hardly an amusing read. The only thing that struck me as being a bit interesting was the quote above, probably because it reminded me of the quote from Fight Club: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone is zero. It's one of those universal truths that are quite simple, but sounds cool when spoken by a very bitter Edward Norton.
So I turn to the internet for some amusement, and for once it actually delivers. The following is a bunch of stuff I found in less than 5 minutes and for some reason found amusing (Then again, following Matthew Bunker's Classical First Amendment Theory everything seems amusing...).
How can the reviewer say that the is anything close to "grunge"??? Please don't be stupid!!! Evanescence is FAR from being "grunge"!! That's the best new band since 3 Doors Down!!!!! This CD rocks....f@#$ the rest!!!!!!!
Yes, and 3 Doors Down obviously owe nothing to any bands that came out of Seattle in the early 90's. But wait! The best band since... Does that mean they almost have the talent to be the next one hit wonder? Why not the best band since Wheatus, or Nine Days, or Dynamite Hack, or Vanilla F*ckin Ice? Excuse me if I don't run out and buy their record right now based on that recomendation...
Next up is a nice illustration of how Giggs managed to miss that goal against Arsenal. And yes, I'm still laughing...
And while on the subject, here is an article confirming what we already knew, that Sir Alex is stark raving mad.
So, it's a good sign that you've been out of the blogging-loop for a while when the last entry says: Arsenal drew Manchester United for the 5. round of the Fa Cup , and today's entry says Arsenal beat the living shit out of United yesterday. Actually it wasn't the exciting nail-biting, head-scratching, "cunt!"-shouting extravaganza I thought it would be. But then again, sometimes you just have to settle for supporting a team that is so supperior it's almost embarrasing. Almost. I had dreaded this game for a while, and when I saw the starting XI it didn't exactly calm my nerves, and when Giggs was in front of the empty goal I almost pissed myself. Almost. That fear immediately changed into a loud bellylaughter that hasn't quite stopped yet. What an amazing fuck up that was.
I have pretty much spent all last week lying in my bed, coughing up all sorts of nastyness, due to what I suspect to be some sort of flesh-eating virus that has attacked my throat. The great thing about being in bed for a week is it gives you time for serious introspection, and gives you time for evaluating your life, realizing what you can do better, and giving you a new perspective on life.... Oh, who the fuck am I kidding; I've been lying in my bed singing "1.000.000 bottles of beer on the wall..." all the time wishing I had a million bottles of beer, and was able to actually drink them. I've pretty much been bored out of my mind, my only relief was the game between Denmark and Egypt - not much a relief actually - and watching the extremely mediocre Minority Report. One good thing about being ill (and I don't mean that in that Beastie Boys kinda way) is that it is fairly cheap, you don't eat much, drink much, smoke or go to the pub. Actually I haven't had a cigarette for a week now, and it hasn't bothered me, so it's nice to know I'm not totally hooked or anything, so I'm kinda thinking about quiting smokes for good. Maybe. At an earlier point I decided only to smoke in rooms with other people, meetings etc, just to piss people off in that nice Jack Dee/Bill Hicks way, so maybe I'll just do that instead of entirely stopping.
Oh, and I just read in a Danish newspaper that Bin Laden has released a new tape where he calls Bush "stupid". With both him and Bush ranting about all sorts of sh*t, this is pretty much the only thing I've heard and actually known for a fact to be true. I think they should settle all this with some good old name-calling. Throw mud, not bombs!
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