...WAITING FOR A TRUCK

Tuesday, December 31, 2002


I'm on the Drug that Killed River Phoenix

Well actually I'm not. I'm sorry, that was a blatant lie. I am however going to a New Years Eve party tonight, and I didn't feel like quoting neither U2 nor Prince's 1999, because, frankly I can't decide which of the songs I hate the most. I've been out stocking up on beers, champagne and white russians today, so I have a pretty good idea that this party is going to be so much fun I'll end up regreting it tomorrow....
I just thought that since I've been pretty much ignoring Christmas this year, I would drop a line to everybody who ever reads this, and wish you all an excellent New Year... So here goes:

Happy New Year to Kristian and John!

PS: ...And happy New Year Francis Jeffers, wherever you are....




Monday, December 09, 2002


It's Not Porn Mom!

"The American city seems to have stepped right out of the movies." No, that's not my line. Actually it's a line by french postmodernist Jean Baudrillard from his book America. It's about how in these postmodern times it seems that America for an outsider is based on the thing's you've seen on tv or in the movies, because due to the media bombardement in these times we all live with different preconceptions, myths, about different places. So instead of relating fictional things to actual places or events, we relate facts to fiction.
Well, I've never been very good at reading french pomo-babble (it says POMO, not porno!), so he may not have meant exactly what i wrote, but the thing is I have to read it because it's a part of the curriculum for my exam this friday. But the reason I mention this is because John wrote a post on something very similar (Friday Dec. 6.)


"...these trees were standing around a skating rink I didn't notice at first. Someone had set this thing up with a white fence around it and a little house next to it. And they had put up Christmas lights in all the trees, so kids could go ice skating with their parents right there in the middle of the city.(...)but there was something about parents watching their children ice skate that was really nice. Because lights are nice, and families are nice, and somehow it just seemed like one of those perfect moments that you sometimes see on a postcard or in a movie. But this was extra nice, because it was real.
My initial response was a vague memory of a movie scene, where people are ice skating in front of Rockefeller Center. That was my frame of reference for some reason."


So apparently it appears that the Danish city has stepped right out of the movies as well. It just struck me as a weird coincidence that my brother would start writing about stuff that I'm trying to read right now. Perhaps I should make him take the exam instead.

Oh, and I'm still not comfortable speaking about Arsenal yet, perhaps tomorrow if we beat Valencia: Go Gunners!




Sunday, December 08, 2002


The Day The Earth Stood Still

Selfmotivation has never been one of my stronger sides. For some reason people have always seen me as being a bit lazy and a perhaps a bit of a slacker. At least that's the impression I get from friends, family, teachers, employers etc. Of course when you live in a small town, and you're the only guy who has long hair and a full-on grunge uniform (right down to the flannel shirt and Dr. Martens shoes) people will recognize you and form their own impression of you, and people obviously thought i was a lazy slacker. Actually a lot of times it would come up in discussions, people would call med lazy, and my reply would always be I'm not lazy, I'm just unmotivated.
When I finished school I had to kill a couple of years before going to the university, so I got rid of my long hair and got a job at an office in the city where nobody had ever heard of me before. For some reason all the all my different bosses thought I was fantastic. In 18 months I only missed 2 days of work due to illness, I was always on time, and the bosses loved me. I think my sudden willingness to do stuff was directly related to the fact that I was actually making money. Now I'm back in school and broke, and I have never been less motivated. I have two exams next week and I've hardly opened a book yet. I pretty much just want to stay in bed until the sun comes out again, which will probably around March or something. Unfortunately, the only thing to read out of this little post is that money does make my world go round, and right now the world is moving very slowly. It's neither profound nor positive, but at least it's honest.

I've been watching a lot of different movies lately: Donnie Darko, One Hour Photo, Insomnia, Gosford Park and last but not least a weird little movie called Kung Pow. They're actually all quite enjoyable, though in different ways. One Hour Photo was by far the most creepy, Donnie Darko was weirdest, and though it will never be movie history, Kung Pow really had some huge laughs not unlike Mystery Science Theatre.

Not a word about Arsenal or Celtic....



Monday, November 25, 2002


The Death of the Lucky Moustache

Jaysus, has it been that long since I updated last?? Well, a lotta stuff has happened, and then again not really. Arsenal are back in the 1st place, though not in a totally convincing way (loosing 3-2 to Southampton, not good enough!).

I decided to lose the moustache again, since it wasn't really that convincing and Arsenal's results didn't seem to have any connection with it anyway. Instead I hope that the Arsenal-cartoon babe on Arseblog will serve as a lucky charm from now on.

I went to see The Doves in Copenhagen, or more exactly on Loppen in Christiania. The place isn't very cool, kinda trashed actually, but the concert was terrific, even though it did manage to put me out of money for the rest of the month....

Wednesday I went to see Red Dragon which was ok but not fantastic. I hadn't seen Manhunter before, so I was kinda excited to see this one, also because it has SO many cool actors in it. Especially Ralph Fiennes seems to have recovered from that English Patient ordeal. I may be the only person who hates that movie more than Elaine Bennes.

Saturday I bought the new album by Paradise Lost, and it's absolutely excellent. It's alot more like the stuff from Draconian Times, than the stuff from their "Depeche Mode era"


That's it for now - Cheers!




Sunday, November 03, 2002


The Tale of the Lucky Moustache



YES! The tables have turned. Finally. The order of the universe has been restored. Arsenal are back to their winning ways. Surely it couldn't be right that Arsenal should score owngoals and lose games. Surely God's plan was that Fulham and other crap teams should score owngoals and lose games. And so, thanks to Steve Marlet, we're right back on track. One - nil to the Arsenal hasn't sounded that good for a long time.

Now, I don't wanna take all the credit for this sudden change of luck, but I do believe that my new grown moustache has some sort of talisman-like effect on the team, providing them good luck and causing the opposing teams' strikers to score goals in their own nets. Of course this will have to be put to the test in matches to come, but I am willing to make that sacrifice. If, however, my moustache serves as a lucky charm for Arsenal I will at some point have to make the decision of either a) keeping it, and keep getting good results, or b) shaving it of and have some chance of ever being with a girl again. Football or women: the eternal male dilemma!



Thanks to Arseblogger for the shoutout.

Moustache Log Day 7



It's beginning to look a bit better, though the air hasn't exactly been thick with compliments. It hasn't quite reached the Burt Reynolds/ Tom Selleck stage yet, but at least it's better than John Waters'. And due to it's obvious magic powers it will at least get until the next Arsenal game to attain perfection. Between the three guys who decided to grow moustaches, I'd definitely say I'm in the top two - not bad eh?





Friday, November 01, 2002


Okay, I know I am a bit of a dork at updating this page, but it's mostly because not a lot is going on right now. Arsenal lost their 4th consecutive 2-1 game, yet another owngoal by yet another Brazilian midfielder, and Jan Koller, whose biggest asset is he looks like Jaap Stam's ugly brother, dived his way to the lamest penalty ever, perhaps even including Denmark's penalty against Luxembourg. I can't say I'm pleased with the way things are going, but it's still way to early to talk about a crisis; we are through to the next round of the Champions League and still #2 in the premiership. Actually, if we absolutely had to lose 4 games in a row, this is probably the best time to do it.
After the game we decided to drink away the pain, which meant I wasn't home until 6 AM Thursday morning, which againt meant I wasn't able to do fuck all yesterday, so I'm kinda looking forward to getting out a bit today.



Some time ago a couple of friends and me decided that we should grow moustaches ("It'll be like a vacation away from us selves"), mainly because after Donnie Brasco came out there has been a general consensus between guys that it looks cool. The girls doesn't seem to agree too much, but I bet they'll come around. I've decided I would try and document the evolution of my own moustache, and perhaps some of the other guys:



Moustache Log Day 5:

A dark shadow has emerged. I've decided to go for a bit of a goatee and sideburns look - a la Dave Grohl - and then shave of the other stuff later when the moustache really kicks in...

I'm not really satisfied with what I've seen yet, so I guess I have to be patient and play the waiting game. Luckily I haven't really got plans for the weekend, so not a lot of people will have to see me ;o{)



Wednesday, October 23, 2002


The Blues Gave Me The Blues



After watching the Arsenal vs Auxerre game last night I went straight to bed, hoping I would wake up and it had all been a dream. At 2AM my cellphone woke me up because I had received a text-message from a friend: "They're suddenly awfully quiet at Highbury now... - Go Liverpool!". Apparently it hadn't been a dream. Neither had the loss against Everton on Saturday. Over the last couple of days I've been on the receiving end of 100's of messages all slagging the mighty Gunners. (That'll teach me to hang out with Sp*rs fans and scoussers). These people have apparently already forgotten the team's amazing performances over the last season - like they also have a tendency to forget Seaman's increddible talent everytime a ball gets past him. Well, they're all a bunch of bastards anyway.
I think the common impression between people who have been supporting the team for some, who've seen the Boring Arsenal of the Graham years and the not as talented teams of the past - Parlour, Morrow and Hillier, can you think of a midfield sillier? - is that the loss against Everton may turn out to be a healthy thing. The hype around the team was perhaps getting a bit out of control. I for one started the season by being unbelievably possitive, even though games against teams like Zaragosa, Galatasaray and latest Juventus, has taught me to be cautious. Now we know that we are the same old Arsenal, still able to beat United, and still able to lose against lesser teams. But at least we've gone from Boring Arsenal to Scoring Arsenal.



Let there be no talk of crisis, and if someone mentions it, just say that the Japanese have the same word for "crisis" as for "opportunity" - Criseatunity!



No new links today, but if you're bored go to Rathergood.com among other things for a kitty verion of Imigrant Song by Zeppelin.




Monday, October 14, 2002


Fun Stuff, Boring Stuff and Stuff



Here we go, I totally stole this from Arseblog, but it must be some of the weirdest stuff I've ever seen.



I saw the Denmark vs. Luxembourg game on Saturday, and it was perhaps one of the dullest experiences of my life (not including the recent Liverpool vs Chelsea game... yikes!). Denmark won 2-0 against the 3rd crappiest team in Europe, and they didn't score until the second half, and that was on the thinnest penalty ever. The second goal, however, was pretty cool. Ebbe Sand scored with a flying header, which we haven't seen much lately.



The weather has been unbelievably shite lately, it's cold and it's been pouring down, so I've been going for a Lloyd Cole-ish kinda look; black turtleneck sweater, black leather jacket and generally looking miserable. But everywhere I go, people keep telling me that I look more like a burglar or a hitman, so I guess I don't look quite as intellectual as I hoped. Maybe I should start listening to more Nick Drake and less Slipknot on my walkman, while cruising around town.




Thursday, October 03, 2002


Hmmm, what the hell happened? Apparently everything i have written, now looks just like the headlines..... That wasn't supposed to happen! Better look into that at some point.



Autumn Depression Comes Late This Year



What can I say, since my last blog entry Arsenal have played 3 games and won them all with an impressive 9-1 scoreline. I have actually managed to see all 3 games, eventhough I live in Denmark where they usually only show United games. We have seen the arrival of Pascal Cygan in central defence, and he has been thorouhly impressive (even managing to kick Lee Bowyer in the head without the ref noticing it), and Gilberto, who isn't exactly my favorite gunner, has scored the fastest goal ever in CL history. What's not to be impressed at?



Tomorrow will be yet another fight at my work, resisting the urge to go postal and kill all the angry old bitches who also work there, but Arsenal have definitely improoved my mood throughout the last week, and of course the prospect of a 12 hour alcoholbinge should carry me through the day. - And by the way, I just had a haircut, which makes me look kinda human again, and pretty damn smooth if I shall say myself.



I haven't found anything cool on the net lately, which explains the lack of links, but if you need anything to make you feel happy go here or here.




Tuesday, September 24, 2002


I don't even bother to make decent headlines anymore...

Am I the only one getting screwed by Blogger? I just finished a perfectly good rant about how I'm getting screwed by the entire universe (not in the good way!), and then Blogger just threw it out, or timed out, or whatever Blogger does.
It's probably just as well, it wasn't very funny, so I'll just wallow in self-pity and read my 100's of pages of Baudrillard, that I have to read for next week, and that I absolutely doesn't get any of. Yikes! All of this because I signed up for a class on movies about NYC, and then of course the University has to assign all kinds of stupid reading assignments to take all the fun out of it.

My only consolation is that tomorrow Danish TV actually shows PSV Eindhoven vs Gunners. I guess that kinda makes up for some of it....



Thursday, September 19, 2002


What Alcoholics Do In Their Spare Time.

So, it has been a while since i updated this page, mainly because nothing really interesting has happened; The FA are still screwing Arsenal, Arsenal keep winning and United still suck. Of course Danish TV didn't show the Arsenal-Dortmund game (The English champs against the German champs - who'd wanna see that?), but still chose to show the United-Macabi Haifa game, and just for that they will forever be known as whores.
On a more positive note Danish TV are showing all 3 UEFA matches with Danish teams tonight, so my guess is I won't leave my room tonight.

Yesterday I boldly went where no man has gone before, no straight man anyway. I participated in a project testing alcoholic alternatives to beer, wine and booze for our English Department magazine, DNL. We puchased a number of different Bacardi Breezers, Smirnoff Ice, Xider (No, I don't know the guy on the picture, it was the only Xider picture on Google, but now you have an idea of who usually buys that crap!), and some stuff called Champagnebrus, which is apparently made by mixing Cuba Caramel and some sort of lime. I don't know. It tasted like crap - I felt violated.
The idea was that we (two girls, a guy and me) should test all this stuff based on some different criteria; taste, how cool it looked, how nauseous it makes you etc. and then write an article about it for the school magazine. The idea sounded somewhat better when we came up with it, than when we were actually testing it, some of the stuff I tasted yesterday was just vile. So if anybody reads this page and stumbles upon a Champagnebrus, or sees a friend buying one: Just Say No! - It looks crap, it tastes crap, there's not enough alcohol in it, and only has 25cl in the can, which actually turned out to be a good thing.
The undisputed winner of the test was Smirnoff Ice - It looks like a little bottle of vodka, it tastes better, it has more alcohol. What's not to like?

When I get around to it I'd like to make a "comments thing" at the end of of every entry, just to see if anybody actually reads this crap, but my programming skills are, shall we say, non-existent, so I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Maybe one day....



Monday, September 09, 2002


Kanu, Zlatan and Freddie

The rumours of his exit were greatly exaggerated. According to this article on Soccernet, Kanu has dismissed the rumour that he would leave Highbury, if he didn't get regular first team action. I for one never believed those rumous as they were presented by News of the World - the paper that also had the "Bergkamp whining about Wenger's rotation system" article.

In other football news Zlatan Ibrahimovich has been involved in a bar fight, following Sweden's poor performance against Latvia. (The article is, once again in Danish, but as soon as I find one in English I will post it.) The best part is that though he's obviously trying to keep a Poul Gascoigne/Stig Töfting-like reputation, he ended up hiding behind the bar. The wimp.

AND according to CNN, REUTERS, and The Daily Telegraph, our hero and saviour Freddie Ljungberg should be right on the verge of a comeback.
According to the same article, Man City have signed Peter "Bignose" Schmeichel's son - They will live to regret the day they got involved with the Bignose family.



Sunday, September 08, 2002


Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?

Danish TV has sunk to a new low; the only semi watchable thing on the telly tonight is Wild Things, and it's like the third time they show it. Apart from that the only thing left to watch is NFL, which I'm sure John is watching, and then there's a re-run of Wings at about midnight - That's just not good enough!

Yesterday I was out rehearsing with our new Megadeth tribute-band; as expected it didn't sound fantastic, but what it lacked in musical genious it made up for in pure moronic, alcohol drenched fun, so a good time was had. We stopped rehearsing when the Norway-Denmark game came on, and spirits were high, atleast until Carew, the c*nt, made the equaliser in overtime. In the end i guess 2-2 was a fair result, but I was still pretty bitter about it yesterday. I have so far failed to find any articles about the game, probably because foreign medias aren't really as impressed with Danish football as we like to think.

Though I'm making an effort not to put too many links to Danish articles, I just had to put this album review on the page. It is possibly the worst review any Danish recording artist has ever received, but what's worse: It's probably all true!



Monday, September 02, 2002


That guy's a Major League Asshole.....
- Quote: George W. Bush Jr.

According to this article Major League Baseball teams are cracking down on fansites for copyright infringements. I could go off on a rant about how they should be happy that anybody still supports their crappy teams, and the fans are the people who are the entire basis of Major Leagues, and without them NY Mets would be a softball team in Central Park. But I won't. I'll just roll my eyes and think c*nts....



It just hit me that I really can't mention George Bush Jr. without mentioning this page.



Sunday, September 01, 2002


We were somewhere around Barstow.....

The last 6 days have litterally been like reenacting scenes from Leaving Las Vegas or even something out of the mind of Hunter S. Thompson. I've been out with all the new guys n' girls who've started at the English Department, trying to be a responsible tutor and trying to make them party hard for 5 days. As you would think, it hasn't been easy on the liver, and yesterday I attended a birthday with free beer from 1pm, and I wasn't home until 8am this morning. Though it has been thoroughly enjoyable, I must admit that I'm looking forward to not drinking for a couple of days. Maybe even reading a book...

On Tuesday I bought the new album by Queens of the Stone Age, and I have to say that, though it is less accessible than Rated R, it rocks, and rocks hard.

Arsenal drew 1-1 with Chelsea, in a game i didn't get to see due to a family gettogether, but from what I hear I didn't miss a lot. For a game report go here.



Monday, August 26, 2002


God Save The Queens

The new video from Queens of the Stone Age - As soon as I get any money I'm buying that album.



Sunday, August 25, 2002


Lazy Days...

According to Metal Hammer Linkin Park Light (or Adema, as they call them selves) tried to pick a fight with Down. Imagine theese weenies fighting these guys, BIG MISTAKE! (-especially the guy on the second photo, Jesus Christ!!!)

This weekend has been, well, relatively quiet. Hanging around and drinking beer, and warming up for next week, where I will be tutor for all the new kids who are starting at the English Department, which will probably be loads of fun. Tonight I'm going to see Spider-Man, which I actually saw a couple of months ago on some guy's computer. So that'll be fun as well.

In terms of not so much fun; Arsenal drew 2-2 with Hammers, in a game I didn't see. So that sucked pretty bad, though Hammers are Iron Maiden's team, which kinda makes them cool by association. (Up the Irons!)



Sunday, August 18, 2002


Arsenal vs Birmingham 2-0

The Carini deal is now officially dead and over. At this point Arsenal doesn't have a real backup for Seaman. The Danish media has earlier linked Thomas Sorenson with Arsenal, but I guess we just have to wait and see what Arsene has up his sleeves.

Saw Arsenal vs Birmingham earlier today and I have to say it was a solid performance all over; Wiltords goal was superb, Henry looked hungry in front of goal, our Brazilian duo distributed the ball well, and the defence didn't make any mistakes. At one point a statistic of ball possesion in the last five minutes showed: "Arsenal 80 - Birmingham 20", I guess that tells the story of that game.



Friday, August 16, 2002


Someone Fucked Up

With Man U loosing their Champions League qualification game, and Liverpool looking in poor shape in the Charity Shield game, I honestly thought that Arsenal defending the doubble was a pretty safe bet, and then comes this! In the immortal words of my English professor "Someone fucked up!" Apparently we will have to start the season without a real backup for David Seaman. Crap.

In keeping with the biblical theme from the last post, one of my friends stumbled across this page while trying to unload some crappy DVD's to some unsuspecting kids in Australia. I don't know what's scarrier; that religious people have to hope for people to make typing errors to get any hits on their pages, or the stuff on the page about Harry Potter being the devils work. Or perhaps their right wing section called "Shut up or go home". Scary stuff....



Wednesday, August 14, 2002


Keane, Jesus and Roy

Well, everybody must have heard about the Alf Inge Haaland vs Roy "C*nt" Keane thingie by now; Haaland is thinking about taking legal action against Keane for deliberately injuring him, which Keane admits to in his forthcomming book (Yes, he is a regular rennaisance man). Obviously Danish tabloid Ekstra Bladet are more interested in the fact Keane also has some less flattering things to say about Peter "Big-nosed c*nt" Schmeichel; namely (for those who don't speak/read Danish) that he's a selfabsorbed wannabe who cried like a baby when he had to give up being captain of the team, and that he always craved attention. (Unlike Roy Keane who chooses to keep a low profile by making a book about himself.... very clever indeed.) I could make some remark about what a couple of c*nts they are, but I probably shouldn't....

I just got this from my brother, for the first time since Eddie Izzard's Glorious show it might be fun to read the bible. I for one have now got a picture of crucified LEGO man saying "Why have you forsaken me?" on my desktop. Stylish!

Apart from that the last couple of days have sucked pretty hard, except of course from Gunners winning the Super Duper Happy Meal Cup. I was feeling ill already before the game, and I obviously thought it was just a hangover, but it got worse, and by nine o'clock I had a fever and everything. I pretty much only just got out of bed today, where I was, by the way, brutally awakened by a mad electrician who stormed into my room at 7:30 with an electric drill. (and when I'm half naked and sleepy I don't tend to argue with people who carry powertools - I just fuck off!) This meant I had to seek refuge on my friends couch while he was at work and try to get some sleep, which of course did not happen. Tonight I have a party to attend, so I just hope I don't fall asleep somewhere.....



Thursday, August 08, 2002


Adam Sandler in Good Movie Shocker!

What promises to be the first really good Adam Sandler movie (Well, that and Happy Gillmore) Punch-Drunk Love, directed by p.t. Anderson, has been moved to an earlier release so they won't clash with the Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings sequels. The sooner the better is what I say, but what is scary is that the world of modern cinema is now being run by cape-wearing, magic wand-polishing, Dungeons & Dragons playing geeks. That can't be a good sign!



Upson, Secret Agents, Korn and Jerry Cantrell

Matthew Upson is back from the injury that kept him out of most of last season, which is pretty excellent news since both Keown and Cole are bound to get injured again sooner or later, and he can play both positions. And it's always nice to have a real backup for left back, though Oleg also did a decent job when he was moved over there. With new signing Cygan (if he's any good) we actually seem to have a solid defence for now. As long as we can keep Stepanovs of the pitch I'd say we're in the clear....

Today I got to perform some industrial espionage at work, calling other companies pretending to be some other guy and requiring information for our company: "Hello, my name is... Mr. Snrub, yes that will do... can you please send me some information about your company that you would never give me if you knew I worked for your biggest rivals?" (My place of work shall remain nameless.) Obviously, the temps get to do all the stuff that is borderline illegal.... And yes, that was the highlight of my week at work, so don't be surprised if I go postal out there very soon.

Afterwards I went out and bought the new albums by Korn and Jerry Cantrell. I haven't really heard Korn very much lately, but the new single Here to Stay is very cool. The Jerry album is a must for every Alice In Chains fan, and I already know it's excellent.




Monday, August 05, 2002


... okay, Now He's Back!

I've had a bit of trouble with Blogger, but now I'm ready to update again.

I suspect that everyone has now seen the Brian Tindle bulletin board. Somehow it grew somewhat out of proportions, to the point where there's an article (in Danish) about it in Danish newspaper Ekstrabladet.dk (Who stole it from Opasia, who stole it from interestingstuff.dk, who stole it from Arseblog.com.) Tindle-Mania is now a global phenomenon.

Manchester "Scum" United were in Aarhus yesterday to play a friendly against FC Aarhus, and everybody went crazy and filled the newspapers with pictures of David Beckham. Go figure! How much did they win last year? Nada. Meanwhile nobody would have noticed if Edu came walking down the mainstreet in a Gunners shirt. I don't get it. According to Ekstrabladet.dk Rio Ferdinand was DJ'ing at a discoteque called Train, and that is what make the papers these days. (Yes, that is still in Danish.)

I went to the stadium Sunday to see the other local team, AGF, draw 2 - 2 with Esbjerg - for a match report go to John.

One of the many advantages of living on the university campus is that the window to our bathroom, which faces a park, is always open, and the lights are always on; the result is that it feels like an all-bugs production of Doctor Doolittle everytime i try to take a shower. I have so far managed to expose many a nightcrawler to the awesome power of a Reverse Cripplectomy (Thanks to Arseblog)




Saturday, August 03, 2002


He's Back!

My internet has been shut down for the last 3 days, making it very hard to update the 'blog; not that a lot has happened the last couple of days that I know of, since I've been completely out of the loop.....

Got attacked by a spider in the shower - didn't get any new superpowers (except the ability to scream like a girl.)
It's been extremely hot for a while now. The other day I met a black dog who asked for directions to the post-office. Can't wait to see what happens now.
Oh, and then I've spend the last couple of days moving into my new dorm room and buying IKEA furniture. If every man has his own private hell, I'd have to say that the IKEA store in Aarhus is mine. I really hate that place.
I have to go to my uncle's 70'th birthday today. There's really nothing like sitting five people in an extremely hot car for 2 hours (I call shotgun!), but the party will probably be fun so it's okay.






Sunday, July 28, 2002


Nigerian Trolls, Hugh Grant and Danish Football....

Ever looked at Nigerian footballer Taribo West and wondered where you've seen him before? The answer is here.

I saw About a Boy yesterday and it was actually kinda okay. It wasn't half as sentimental and icky as I had feared, and watching Hugh Grant play a selfabsorbed bastard is always quite fun. So a good time was had, although the movie felt a bit long at times, with a running time of two hours. For a (surprisingly possitive) Roger Ebert review go here.

All of today will be spent on the couch watching Danish football, as the season started today. It isn't all that thrilling, but it's all we've got right now until Premier League starts again. Already I've heard what must be one of the dumbest comments of the season: If that had gone in, that would have been a goal. Well duh....



Saturday, July 27, 2002


Do I make you Hornby???

Young uruguayan keeper Fabian Carini has been signed by Arsenal on a one year loan. I must admit I know almost nothing about him, except he let two in against Denmark and saved a penalty from Henry in the CL which really isn't a nice thing to do.

In other football news Rivaldo is close to agreeing on a deal with AC Milan, which will probably mean that their other new signing Jon Dahl Tomasson will spend a season on the bench, start crying and go back to Dutch football. Does it sound familiar?

Right now I'm watching So 90's weekend on MTV. Though they play a lot of crap, like they always do, there is something to be said for being able to see Guns n' Roses, MC Hammer, Metallica, 2Unlimited etc within one hour. Tonight I'm going to see About a Boy, which is probably going to stink, but I have to do it since I really enjoy Nick Hornby's books, perhaps because he's a music-geek and a Gooner. It's just easy to relate to....



Thursday, July 25, 2002


...if you can't look it in the face and hold your vomit.

According to this article INXS asked Mike Patton (of Faith No More) to be their new lead singer. Though his answer might be a bit harsh, I think the most mindbogling thing about this story is that they actually expected a straight answer from the guy, who is by all accounts barking mad.

On a completely different note, I got busted riding the bus home from work without a ticket, so now I have to pay a huge fine. This means that I have actually lost money by going to work today. What a day...



Wednesday, July 24, 2002


Man City sans Big-nose

While watching the Aarhus vs. City game, it struck me that I knew one of the Aarhus defenders. Kinda funny to see one of my old classmates' younger brother Søren Martinussen play against stars like Berkovic (class-act) and Anelka (cry-baby). He did okay I guess, considering that he played for a Danish 2. division team against an English PL team. All in all the game was as boring as you would expect from a game like that; Anelka didn't whine even once, and big, old, rednosed, cry-baby Peter Schmeichel didn't play. They only played one half, and City won the match 2-0. Who would have thunk it?!



In the beginning was nothing...

So here it goes, at this moment in time the newest blog on that pesky internet. Football, music and cool stuff will be heading this way soon (-er or later).

Today is the day of the training game between FC Aarhus and Man City; you don't have to be a clairvoyant to tell who wins that one. I predict a 5 - 1 hammering by Keegans boys...



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