Posted 11:56 PM by Roy

The Wiggle of Judas.

I can't really think of anything interesting to say these days. Anders has already written about our trip to Holland, so the only thing I will add is that my entire body is still aching from the busride, and that I got a funky infection in my eye, which means I have to rub it with antibiotics. Which is disgusting and gooey.

Paul O'Flaherty is another Gooner in Denmark, so rock on Paul. (...and not a word about Liverpool!)

If you want, you can read what a 'Chav' is (I didn't know), and then perhaps you will enjoy this animation/song called Chavhemian Rhapsody.

And finally a little bit of sillynes for those who like journalists who muck up:
James Allen interviewing Ralf Schumacher at a Grand Prix, asked: "What does it feel like being rammed up the backside by Barrichello?"

That's it for today, feel free to continue discussing Tapas in the comments....

Posted 10:45 PM by Roy

Seltzer, not Salsa.

Have you ever noticed how culinaric trends have a tendency to sneak up on you, and suddenly you're surrounded by them, and wondering "How the hell did that happen?".
When I was a young teenager growing up in the Danish countryside, I had no idea what salsa was, and then suddenly it was everywhere, even to the point where you got a bowl of salsa if you ordered fries when you where bowling in Hadsten.
Then came the sundried tomato-craze. If somebody had offered me a tomato, that had been out in the sun for too long, a couple of years ago I would have though he was crazy. But now if you don't like sundried tomatos, people look at you like you're some kind of retard.
Today I realized that I'm being surrounded by Tapas. Now, I have no idea exactly what a Tapa is, but I know that they are out there, and that people who are a bit trendier than me enjoy them regularly. I'm not sure I feel comfortable around Tapas.

Today I had a hotdog for breakfast, and pizza for lunch. Good stuff!

Posted 9:15 PM by Roy

There was U2 and Blondie
and music still on MTV

When you sign up for a class like film history, you know that there is going to be a lot of different stuff you have to put up with. Some days you're going to be half asleep for the 6 hour duration of the lectures. A movie like The Searchers did absolutely nothing for me, like I also have to admit that I would never watch Potemkin if I didn't have to.
Today, however, was a completely other story, since we have finally gotten to the horror movies. How often do you go to a class and watch the openings of Peeping Tom and Halloween, followed by a castration scene from I Spit on Your Grave (apparently the worst movie Roger Ebert has ever seen. The big weenie.), the ending of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, loads of talk about The Fly and oher great stuff, and end up watching a rather disgusting old woman eating her own ear in a bowl of custard. Brilliant stuff!

Right now, I'm gonna watch MTV Europe Awards, which is apparently being hosted by the guy from Pimp My Ride. Very impressive! I'm just hoping he will get tackled by Paolo Di Canio, who is apparently also there.

Posted 4:25 PM by Roy

November Rust.

Well, I am now embarking on another weekend filled with non-alcoholic non-mayhem. November is still abstinence month, and I am glad to say that I am still going strong, even though people have tried to lure me downtown, and to the Friday-bar.

Tonight will be spent watching the, hopefully, brilliant 3rd season of Black Books, and tomorrow I'm heading home to visit my parents, which is about time since I have no clean clothes left.

Tomorrow is also the day where Arsenal will bounce back (unless I just jinxed them) at Three Point Lane. It would be very unlike Myles Palmer not to have written his regular Joda-esque mumbo-jumbo about such an event, so here it is. And Joe Rey reckons Arsenal are getting complacent, which is a very keen observation.

In England a veritable who's who of sell out popstars want to sing Bono's line in Do They Know I'ts Christmas, because he is the Papa Smurf of the sell out popstar community. Unfortunately Bono has told them to f*ck off, so now they they will all be melted into gold by Gargamel. Except Justin Hawkins, who will never have a hit song again because he realizes that he looks like Peter Frampton in drag. Anyway, for the U2/Do They Know It's Christmas joke go here.

The best autumn record in the world is by far October Rust by Type O Negative, unfortunately I just realized that my copy has gone missing, so if any of you have my copy please let me know.

Posted 1:17 AM by Roy

This homepage is almost enough to restore my faith in Americans.

Posted 12:03 PM by Roy

'While Arsenal's first team cannot win right now, their Carling Cup youngsters can do no wrong. Try explaining that one.'

A weird thing, by the way. We recently had a lecture on Georges Méliès' Le Voyage Dans La Lune, and everytime I tried to recall some images from that movie I inadvertently thought of images from Smashing Pumpkins' Tonight video. I just watched the video again now, and it is really brilliantly made. I had completely forgotten how cool it was.

Posted 3:13 PM by Roy

You're Toxic, I'm Slippin' Under.

Click here to listen to Local H's version of Britney's Toxic. It's absolutely beautiful!

And after the re-election of Mr Bush, the lyrics for President Forever are as poignant as ever. If there was any justice in the world, it would become a major hit, but what are the odds?

And on popular demand, I have now created a new flag for my highly jingoistic nation. It should portray our national animal.

Posted 6:25 PM by Roy

The Jingoistic States of Nausea and Delirium is a tiny, socially progressive nation, notable for its compulsory military service. Its hard-nosed, hard-working population of 5 million enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Social Welfare, Education, and Healthcare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 15%. A healthy private sector is led by the Trout Farming, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Information Technology industries.

Crime is moderate. Nausea and Delirium's national animal is the Ratt-monkey and its currency is the Horsens.

[via Angela]

Posted 9:04 PM by Roy

I was a bit surprised to see that you can actually buy G-Unit shoes in Århus. It was of course less of a surprise that they didn't have any Slayer shoes.

I never thought it would happen, but that new single from Lazyboy really had me laughing at work today. It's called Underwear Goes Inside The Pants, and if you haven't heard it you can see the lyrics here.

This is funny, and so is this.

And I do realize that it is J-Dag on Friday. People look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them that I'm not gonna drink on J-Dag. I have actually had to tell a few people that it is infact not a real holiday. I do look a bit forward to being the only guy who remembers how he got home Friday night, and perhaps even get out of bed early Saturday morning, take a walk around town and pretend I'm in Dawn of the Dead. If prenounced with a proper Århus dialect, J-Dag rhymes with "Møgdag", and I bet there's a reason for it.