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Thursday, January 27, 2005
So, my birthday is now well and truly over, and I suppose it's about time I grow up, become mature and develope a taste for sprouts and other grown up stuff. I got brilliant presents from my family, including The Rutles, Best in Show and the new Thrills album, which is excellent. Yesterday I just hung out with friends, eating burgers and drinking a couple of Erdingers. Overall very pleasant stuff.
I recently did some impulse shopping on CD On, so today I got a package with 2 old Megadeth album, Wilco's Summerteeth and Eels' Shootenanny. All of this for less than 300 dkr. Good stuff!
I know this may come off as being overly cynical, but today on the bus I saw a guy who missed the bus because he was kissing his girlfriend goodbye. He ran up the bus, and the door slammed just in front of him, and the bus drove away without him. And I actually startet laughing out loud, while some other guy tried to tell the busdriver to stop. Is that wrong?
It seems that Black Sabbath will play Roskilde again, which is excellent news. I saw them at Roskilde in '98, and it was probably one of the three best shows I've ever seen. This combined with Alice Cooper at Skanderborg could mean a very metal summer for yours truly.l
I watched Along Came Polly the other day, and it was absolute rubbish. I don't understand why Ben Stiller would make crap like that. Or Phillip Seymour Hoffmann for that matter. You know you're in trouble when Alec Baldwin is the highlight of the movie.
Monday, January 24, 2005
After being confronted by his son with the fact that he didn't get a second term as President, George Bush Sr. says: "I would have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for those pesky Bill and Hillary kids!"
Sunday, January 23, 2005
It's about time for a new game of Who's Who? (Previousely known as Rob or Fab).
This time you have to guess who is Danish swimmer Louise Ørnstedt, and who is Matt Lucas (sometimes known as George Dawes)
It's harder than you think...
Saturday, January 22, 2005
here. Go down to where it says Live Performances and get If It Kills Me, Church of Noise and other classics.
And this story about Bush making "the sign of the devil" is pretty funny, and has some terrific photos.
I can't think of anything else to say. Cheers.
Friday, January 21, 2005
As Heavy as a Really Heavy Thing.
I always knew there was some sort of justification for making local tv-news programs, and I think they found it today. Click here to see a short feature on the great band, and all-round good guys, Demolition Inc.
Apparently Bruce Campbell is writing a new book, is it a good idea? I don't know.
I watched Mystic River again the other day, and it's really not quite as good the second time around. Elf really wasn't fantastic either, but what christmas movie is, when watched in January?
I am aware that you shouldn't always trust IMDb, but I'm fairly intrigued by the constellation of David Mamet and Will Farrell for what will be the best-titled movie ever: Joan of Bark: The Dog that Saved France.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
The O. C. lately, and my vocabulary has been expanded. Those kids mack a lot!) I'm not exactly sure why I should have the pleasure of reading this email, again and again, until I knew it by heart, but I choose to take this as a clear sign that she subconsciously wants me and wants to do things to my body you only hear about in Prince songs. That, or she was really drunk and on crack when she sent it. Those things often go hand in hand anyway.
Right now I'm watching Thomas Gravesens new club getting their asses served to them on a plate by Zaragosa, and as expected he's on the bench. I think that from now on I will spend less time on football in generel, seing as how Arsenal suck like 11 hoovers at a sucking conference these days. Not that I wanna be a fair weather fan, it's just that it's so much more fun when your side is winning.
And I tripped yesterday and hurt both my legs, so now I have a limp on both legs, which looks stupid when I walk. Damnation.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
The Drug of a Nation.
So, yes, it's been a bit quiet around here for a while (which is pretty much my standard way of starting a post these days). Christmas with the family was brilliant, and I got loads of spectacular presents, which I probably didn't deserve, but who am I to complain? I also got a nice pile of cash which I decided to blow on a new tv, which is needless to say spectacularrr. They say money can't buy you love, or dinosaurs, but I'm telling you; a new tv is pretty much just as fantastic as all the love, and dinosaurs, in the world. And a new tv is cheaper and very low maintenance, and relatively entertaining.
New years eve was great as well, great food, wine, drinks, bootle rockets, and Anders and Kristian in colour-coordinated clothes, which is always brilliant. We actually missed the moment when the clock struck twelve, because we listened to Two Minutes to Midnight, and I was out on the balcony making White Russians. But in my book Iron Maiden and White Russians beat the hell out of jumping down from a chair like a git, screaming "happy New Year", anyway, so it was okay.
Football hasn't been so brilliant lately, with Chelsea running amok in the league, and Arsenal barely getting by. And yesterday Man U were given an unrealistic, almost surreal, boost by first-time referee Mark Clattenburg, who is apparently lining up to be the next Andy D'Urso. It was a very weird moment down at the pub when we started celebrating, only to find out the goal hadn't been given. But it must have been even worse for the guy I talked to who had put 100 dkr on a Spurs victory.
That's it for now.