<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488</id><updated>2011-05-27T18:48:04.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo-Honey-Monster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-112173410771497928</id><published>2005-07-19T02:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:48:27.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: The Perishers&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: A bit icky, but not bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was about time I did some sort of update here, not that it's important, it's just nice to keep track of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the music festival at the beginning of the month was grrrrreat!  A few of the bands I saw were Eskobar, Interpol, Snoop, Duran Duran, Efterklang, Postal Service, Bright Eyes, Athlete, Mew and Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were pretty good, though seeing Mew was weird, they played at a ridiculous time of the morning and it was on the one night I'd had a bit too much to drink, which resulted in a very strange dream.  But I have to say, my friend Mort's dream was way, way freakier than mine.  He dreamt that he adopted 2 chicken breast fillets and then murdered one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, that's messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the Danish beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my other half has pretty much moved in with me now.  It's weird living with someone again, but quite honestly, it's been really good.  Especially since recently I contracted CHICKEN POX (damn).  Luckily, not too many spots, but I was quite ill with it last week.  Not so bad now.  Anyway, he looked after me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited that I'm almost at 100 reviews at eps, too.  Seems to have taken for-ev-er.  I have the next few reviews planned out, (more Kent included), but I don't know what to do for the 100th.  I'm stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also for my own records, but here's a list of stuff I plan to review next (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent - Hagnesta Hill&lt;br /&gt;Kent - Hagnesta Hill (Swedish Version)&lt;br /&gt;The Perishers - Let There be Morning&lt;br /&gt;Sebadoh - Bubble &amp; Scrape&lt;br /&gt;Eskobar - There's Only Now&lt;br /&gt;The Prophecy 2&lt;br /&gt;The Prophecy 3&lt;br /&gt;My Life as a Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I've started for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now I need some hot chocolate.. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-112173410771497928?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/112173410771497928/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=112173410771497928' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/112173410771497928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/112173410771497928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/07/pox.html' title='Pox.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-111939096872059483</id><published>2005-06-21T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:56:08.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Pulp&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Dandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my PC threw a wobbler last week, not a big problem really, the PSU blew, but everything else seems to be still in working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided it was time to get a new one, but rather than go for the full monty, I bought a bare bones base unit and kitted it out myself (I'm so handy).. and it runs like a dream.  I'm happy.  Also, I'd been using windows 98 since it came out, and refused to upgrade my OS, since a lot of the programs I like to use aren't compatible with later ones (ME, 2000, XP), plus, I hate XP, which I use at work on one of the machines sometimes.  But I finally took the step into an upgrade (Morts is agog), upgrade x 2 even.  I put Windows 2000 Pro SP5 on this machine, and so far so good, I've downlaoded all the relevant patches and driver ugrades for my proggies and hardware.  After re kitting the other PC with a new PSU, I loaded XP onto it, again, so far so good.  As a back up, I have an old PIII 450 running win98.  But the question still remains.. why the hell do I have 3 computers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, geek talk aside for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the month I'm off music festivalling for 5 days, and I'm very excited.  There's a ton of great bands playing, plus, 5 days in Denmark?  Ohhh yes.  Speaking of Denmark, when I get home I have a friend coming to stay with me for the summer, Jan (that's pronounced Yaan, k?)  We used to date a couple of years ago, actually date isn't the right word, we lived together and almost got married.  Anyway, we have remained friends and kept in close contact, even though we live in different countries.  BUT, things have recently gone down a certain path and we kind of realised there were still strong feelings there, so... we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I'm very excited about life at the moment.  Also, we've been having good weather recently (was about 75F today!) and the sunshine is making me giddy. Throw in the fact I'll get to see Joakim Berg strutting his stuff in just over a week, that makes for one happy David.  I love Joakim Berg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. vi ses for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-111939096872059483?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/111939096872059483/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=111939096872059483' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111939096872059483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111939096872059483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/06/festivals.html' title='Festivals.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-111784509284192745</id><published>2005-06-04T02:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T02:31:32.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Kelis (right this second)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, just 5 minutes ago I was dancing in my chair quite hectically, and singing along to Anastasia's "Left Outside Alone".  Mostly because I'm a bit drunk, and also, I like Anastasia.. one of the few pop.. pop?  But is she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pop? Pop-pop (oblique Nik og jay referrence)  Where was I... Anastasia.. yeah, I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a tad drunk (if tad equals "a lot" in another language)  Far too much red wine in good company (Tats. You. Are. Insane).  It'll send a person almost giddy. And it's almost 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst topics of conversation this evening were; lousy meatballs, the movie Open Water, prawns and Nina Persson.  Which turned into Nina Persson floating in the sea, eating meatballs, getting bitten by prawns.  And how that should be a future Cardigans video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN jeg dufter godt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How excited am I about Roskilde? Better yet, how excited am I about what's happening after Roskilde?  Actually, I'll concentrate on Roskilde first.  I've been going back and forth checking the band list for updates.  So far it's looking great. Speaking of Kent, their single "Max 500" has a couple of b-sides, one of which is called "M".  Just.. "M" (probably the initial of someone whoshallremainanonymous).  Jibbers.  If that isn't the saddest, most depressing song I ever did hear.  It makes Radiohead sound like chipmonks on speed.  Here are the (translated) lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall helplessly in front of me&lt;br /&gt;On your way to unknown lands&lt;br /&gt;And when your sickness has taken you&lt;br /&gt;I will give some street your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out our camera&lt;br /&gt;Take yet another picture&lt;br /&gt;Where you are just smiling and lying still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy, friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet so incomprehensibly difficult&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it seems so easy, friend&lt;br /&gt;But nothing in this world was&lt;br /&gt;Ever easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed a role when you fell ill&lt;br /&gt;A role that demanded tougher skin&lt;br /&gt;My power reserve will soon be depleted&lt;br /&gt;As my belief on an intervening God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your big heart the beats become small&lt;br /&gt;You touch my cheek so that I understand&lt;br /&gt;That there are only hours until you leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five steps backward, two steps forward&lt;br /&gt;At some distance it looks like dancing&lt;br /&gt;And in the dream you are holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy, friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet so incomprehensibly difficult&lt;br /&gt;A world built by men for the men&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing ever has any value&lt;br /&gt;Except the memory of all that was ours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.. it makes me want to gouge my eyes out and wollop myself repeatedly on the head with the base of my hand.  Not to mention, scream.. "Who the F*CK died???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Thoughts*.. ooooh, tight, sparkly jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'll bid you a &lt;em&gt;fyrahundraaaaaa slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag&lt;/em&gt; and be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi ses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-111784509284192745?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/111784509284192745/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=111784509284192745' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111784509284192745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111784509284192745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-111773521462996614</id><published>2005-06-02T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:00:14.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Dinosaur Jr&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Mixed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. why is it, when cats sneeze, they look around quickly, then at you, with a look on their face as if to say "WTF waaaaaaaaas that?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very strange night last night.  One that will either prove to be extremely fruitful, or a deflating let down.  Only time will tell I suppose.  On the plus side, I got my tickets for the Roskilde Festival at the end of June / beginning of July.  That'll be a hoot.  There are tons of excellent people playing this year, like Athlete, Mew, Duran Duran, Snoop Dogg, and KENT!  Speaking of, Jocke recently wore some rather spectacular jeans at a concert, I wish I had a picture, but you'll have to settle for this one instead;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/dpjohansen/jocke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having big trouble sleeping lately, and eating for that matter.. and the internet is being unbelievely slow right now that it's driving me crackers.. I HATE lag.  I'd better leave it there and come back to this, since it's really not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-111773521462996614?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/111773521462996614/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=111773521462996614' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111773521462996614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111773521462996614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/06/reprise.html' title='Reprise.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-111749710641634759</id><published>2005-05-31T01:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:51:46.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Kent (again, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Nuzzled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cat, Cleo, has been poorly lately with a cold, the poor little bugger.  But she's much better now.  Recently I introduced her to a couple of Epi dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/dpjohansen/cleoep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she cute?  With her wonky ear and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-111749710641634759?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/111749710641634759/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=111749710641634759' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111749710641634759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111749710641634759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/05/cleo.html' title='Cleo.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-111741586078036780</id><published>2005-05-30T02:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:20:18.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Kent&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Fandabbydozey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is sponsored by Caroline.  Her PC just crapped out and she's feeling, well, not blue, but maybe an ominous shade of purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Caroline what she would like me to talk about and what questions she would like me to answer; here is her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Food &lt;/em&gt;(coz she's hungry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I had Spag Bol for dinner, followed by yoghurt ice-cream.  Tomorrow I plan on having pork with mashed potatoes and various vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trust her)  I don't know what to say about sex, except I haven't had it in over 3 weeks (Stefan's been busy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;how come the cutest guys are young and unavailalble?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unawhatable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, that's true actually. But then Robbie Wiliams also said "All the best women are married, all the handsome men are gay", which is also true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;em&gt; how come I don't own any Kent albums yet? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're a very silly person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Sing for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're goin' to San Fransisco, be sure to weaaaaaaar some flowers in your hair (I was singing that in the kitchen this afternoon whilst preparing dinner)  I got that far, before bursting into a rendition of "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;how many times a week do you wank?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon????? I feel like this is a Joey / Dawson moment and you're asking me to bear all.  Ok, honestly? About *&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;.....and whom do you think of during&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;how many times have you worn women's underwear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 times.  Once as part of a costume for the Rocky Horror Picture show, and 3 times for my ex g/f. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;what are your favourite internet porn sites?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I don't do internet porn.  Seriously.  I prefer to watch it on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;em&gt;Who thinks you're the best person they know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there you go Caroline.  Hope that puts you in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoggles and huggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-111741586078036780?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/111741586078036780/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=111741586078036780' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111741586078036780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111741586078036780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/05/caroline.html' title='Caroline.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-111705818452440961</id><published>2005-05-25T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:52:53.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Louuuuuuuuuuuuuu Barlow&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: *hic*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, over 4 months since I updated this.  4 months and change.  But 2 of those I wasn't around my home PC very much.  House refurbs are a pain in the røv.  I was usurped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, updating this on the events of the past 4 months would be kind of boring, so I'll make a 10 point list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Several rooms in my house have been refurbished.&lt;br /&gt;2. I went on holiday to Bergen (Norge)&lt;br /&gt;3. I am dating a fisherman called Stefan (for almost 4 months)&lt;br /&gt;4. Stefan is the epitome of upstanding, wholesome, model citizen.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleo is poorly&lt;br /&gt;6. I was addicted to "The Sims; Bustin' Out" for about 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have purchased only about 45 CDs.&lt;br /&gt;8. My favourites of those are; Lou Barlow "Emoh" and Kent "Du och Jag Döden".&lt;br /&gt;9. I have discovered I am a genius at So Doku puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;10. There is no 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---End---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a random thought earlier.  I vaguely recall a slogan from years ago, many years ago in fact, which went "Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet", roughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called me weird but if you were attempting to define happiness with a product, you wouldn't name it Hamlet.  I mean, Hamlet was a manic depressive, hardly a poster child for happiness.  Plus, he was Danish, and being semi Danish myself, I can assure you that Danishness does not epitomise happiness.  So calling the cigar Hamlet was rather silly.  Of course, this is all conjecture. Which in turn, is my new favourite English word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go down a musical path.  I think, whilst the new Kent album title is brilliant "You and I Death" (Du och Jag Döden), it would have worked better had it been "You and I DEATH!".  It would have been decidedly more Scandinavian, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;As for the album itself.. listen to The Cure much guys?  God, talk about dark, miserable and slightly gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had friends over tonight to watch the football match, which was fine.  Although the red wine and nibbles with lots of garlic mayo (or garlic ketchup.. to groos Caroline out) possibly wasn't the best combination.  Repeat value is extremely high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groos?  What am I? DUTCH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik een glas wijn......en ik neem hem met plezier aan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note.. I'll be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, random photos demonstrating my various guises and how I'm prone to change;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2004.  Me as a member of any generic Britpop band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/dpjohansen/me812.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2005.  Me as Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/dpjohansen/dpj225.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-111705818452440961?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/111705818452440961/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=111705818452440961' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111705818452440961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/111705818452440961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110553716772118884</id><published>2005-01-12T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T14:39:27.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been sitting here (on the dock of the bay) contemplating stuff.  I've blown work off today because I'm in a shitty mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morten popped round for a while (oh, he said thanks for your comment, Caroline). We talked a bit, and he pointed a few things out.  And he was right. In an effort to keep to what I said about airing my feelings instead of keeping them all to myself, the upshot is thus;  I need to stop worrying about stupid things, I need to TELL Anders to stop bugging me, and I need to seriously cut down eps time.  Although the way I feel right now, I'd rather just leave.  I'm just not happy there these days. And I can't believe it's just taken me over an hour to write just over 1 paragraph.  That'll be the worrying about stupid things thing.  Yeah, I really need to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, even though I'm not at work, I still have work to do, and new albums to listen to.  Hej då.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110553716772118884?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110553716772118884/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110553716772118884' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110553716772118884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110553716772118884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110552048129935163</id><published>2005-01-12T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:01:21.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Dollshead&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;em&gt;People stare and some pretend to speak, It takes more than one taboo to build a perfect freak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm singing along.. I do like this song though, "It's Over, It's Under".  Although the LOUD won't last, since Ben Folds Five's "Magic" is up next on the mp3 player.  Which is altogether more suitable early morning music. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so about 10 minutes have passed and I've gone through Ben Folds Five and am now well into "Like Toy Soldiers"... !  I just can't get motivated this morning, I don't have to be in work until after lunch, so there no rush I guess.  Actually, since this song samples Martika's "Toy Soldiers", I just had a thought.. come and get some of &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; in Martika's Kitchen??  I never really knew, or can't remember, not that it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We aaaaallll faaaaaaaaall dooooooown like toy soldieeeers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing again... erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went skiing at the weekend.  Fun.  replaced the PC's DVD player.. yadda yadda blah.  Went back to work on monday, did lots of work, was very busy etc etc.   Going out for dinner tonight with Morten, Mia and Tats. Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else, not much.  Read stuff, listened to stuff, watched stuff, wrote stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does your love only come, does he only come in a volvo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuttup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we get caught up in some mundane crap?  I've just been wondering whether to wear a blue or a black shirt today.  Like it matters.  Blah.  Anyway, since I'm scratching around for something interesting to say and failing miserably, I might as well be gone from here, soon I will disappear and fade into beautiful light.  (Yeah, Keane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110552048129935163?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110552048129935163/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110552048129935163' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110552048129935163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110552048129935163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110542405652823666</id><published>2005-01-11T07:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T07:14:16.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Suede&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Mmhmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I took these 2 quizzes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034118962_quizspike1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Spike. Insane, but extremely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/becauseitscool/quizzes/Which%20Buffy%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Buffy Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sparkytwb/1040849653_gelangel45.jpg" border="0" alt="Angel"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Angel-Your broody and sometimes a pain in the ass,&lt;br&gt;but you are the star of the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sparkytwb/quizzes/What%20Angel%20Character%20Are%20YOU%3F!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Angel Character Are YOU?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensing a vampire with soul theme.  So like, I'm basically a raging insomniac that drinks blood, wears black, broods, listens to punk/crap ballads  and lusts after Sarah Michelle Gellar.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110542405652823666?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110542405652823666/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110542405652823666' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110542405652823666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110542405652823666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/vampires.html' title='Vampires.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110513500472787063</id><published>2005-01-07T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:56:44.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: The Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Level&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had a random debate in my mind as to whether to review The Rasmus or Embrace album next.  Since Embrace's latest isn't in the database until I ask nicely, I'll be going for the Rasmus I think.  I'll get that done for early next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent today sort of, getting my head back together. I return to work on Monday after my extended holidays and need some clarity.  Plus, I think I've finally managed to clear the ex out of my bloodstream once and for all.  After his request, it sort of made it glaringly obvious that I have no feelings anymore for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was thinking I should make more of an effort with certain things.  Like, there are people that I appreciate more than they probably know, who make me smile, who I have a great amount of respect for.  I've never been brilliant at expressing my feelings, perhaps I should change that.  I suppose, that stems from a fear of rejection, or being hurt.  Easier to build walls around myself and place myself a safe distance away, but I need to start reaching out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an argument with my PC's dvd drive today.  It's been acting up for a couple of weeks now, but it's got to a point where it really isn't happy about playing regular CDs.   Grumpy little bastard.  Anyway, I severely admonished it.  I rarely swear, but my mouth certainly needed a good rinse with soap afterwards.  Not that it made any difference.  So a trip out this weekend for a new one is in order.  Thankfully I have the CDRW to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling next week will be ultra busy when I go back to work.  I just to relax a bit.  Towards the back end of last year I got myself all stressed out trying to juggle everything in my life, so much so I made myself ill, I don't want that to happen again, so I'm going to start taking more time out for myself and my friends.  I need to spend more time with Morten, especially now.  He has his girlfriend, but sometimes guys need guy time.  I've persuaded him to come skiing this weekend, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I've been thinking about taking up soccer again.  I quit just over a year ago, after playing amateur for about 10 years, but the sports centre team will be looking to sign up new players fairly soon, so I might put my name down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's a wrap for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110513500472787063?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110513500472787063/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110513500472787063' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110513500472787063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110513500472787063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110505377917388348</id><published>2005-01-07T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:17:38.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Embrace&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Ledsen och Glad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop listening to Embrace.  Mainly for the song "Gravity", which on the surface sounds like a plea of musical misery, a weeping tragic lament of heartpouring and pain.  But actually, the lyrics are quite optimistic and fluffy.  It's a great, great song.  Excellent even.  It makes me want to do this; :(  :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Danny sounds ucannily like Andy brotherofThom Yorke on that song.  I miss Andy Yorke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's been a bit odd.  My ex actually had the audacity to ask if I'd like to get back together.  Yeah, because I'm really going to go for round 2 with someone who ripped the still beating heart from my chest, strangled the life out of it and ripped it to pieces, leaving me to walk around like one big, gaping wound for weeks.  So a resounding "NO!" was in order.  Tosswank.  (Pardon my Norwegian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter side, my friend Tats came round to my house for dinner yesterday evening, along with her wacky sidekick, Emmi.  I don't know Emmi that well, but you'd swear she was prone to illicet substances to maintain the seemingly unnatural high she's always on.  Every time I've met her she's been like a chipmonk on speed, or a mere cat on chill pills, I haven't entirely decided which yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, was a fun evening.  A nice dinner (cooked by yours truly) followed by bizarre conversation, and random verbal abuse from Tats to me (in a playful way).  She picks on me sometimes, I give as good as I get though, Tit for Tat(s) and all that.  It's always rather fun, though. I think most of it stems from the fact that Tats doesn't think I'm gay enough.  Mostly because I "like sport, listen to rock, hate dancing, aren't remotely camp and sleep with girls".  Maybe she wants me to dress up in pink, learn to mince, listen to ABBA and grow a handlebar moustache.  Not that she stereotypes or anything.  And for the record, I don't sleep with girls... except during the 7 year relationship from age 19 - 26 I had with my ex girlfriend.. oh and that girl from BD.  But in my defence, I was a bit drunk, and she was very, very pretty and sweet and foreign.  Ok, that's a lousey defence.  So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy being single right now.  When the time is right the "right one" will come along.  Oh see, that's another thing tats complained about.. "How are you ever going to meet anyone if you never go to places where you're likely to meet someone". LOL. She has a point, but how does she know I won't meet someone whilst idly fondling a melon for ripeness in the fruit section of the local supermarket?  Truth be known, I'd rather just hang out with Morten and her bad self, and the others that tend to tag along when we go out in fun places, and nice eateries.  I don't really care about meeting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and conversation, we played video games.  Namely, the mighty Dynasty warriors, at which I now rock.  Tats chose one of the female warriors, but gave her up for a male one expressing; "She was a bit of a tart". I tend to stick with my trusty Gan Ning, because he's a good warrior, totally cool, and kinda hot.  We also played some Chaos Bleeds arena stuff.  Twas a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently debating whether to write a review, or get back to my book that I've been reading, or watch a movie.  Ack, decisions.  Maybe I'll just hop in the shower, then go to bed with the TV on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110505377917388348?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110505377917388348/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110505377917388348' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110505377917388348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110505377917388348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110487984891806781</id><published>2005-01-04T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:04:08.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Embrace&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Lätt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that down there is starting to make me feel slightly embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll steer away from any gloom that's floating about in these realms of late and keep this floaty light, or else I'll just end up feeling nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the obvious stuff going on with my friend, in Sweden and around the world in general at present (and also the fact that I was ill for a few days)  other things have gone on, too.  Take for example The day after Christmas Day, AKA Boxing Day.  I went to my Uncle's as planned for dinner and got up to all sorts of mischief with someone afterwards, which I'll not go into, for reasons which would be glaringly obvious if you knew (which a couple of you who read this do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; topic is a non-starter, and frankly a pointless exercise in non-information, I'll move on to something else.  Blogs, for example.. thank you to those who left comments on my last entry.  Willow, I'll scoot on over to your blog and leave you a comment at some point soon.  I like reading other people's blogs, because I'm nosey, plus it's interesting.  I read quite a few.  I probably read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve  How drunk was I?  I have several witnesses that would testify to my incapacity to string together a coherent sentance by around 2am.  For some reason I kept calling everyone "dude".  And correcting myself if they were female, to "dudette".  I never call anyone "dude".  I can't pull off "dude".  Something about the accent, which, if you heard, would make you laugh.  I made several toasts to people who weren't there, the people in Asia, several singers and a few random dead actors, for some weird reason.  I also toasted Trent.  My non-existant unborn child.  And a name I've kept to myself for a long time.  I don't want people to think I'm insane.  Too late, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also vaguely remember dancing to Justin Timberlake.. see, now that would never happen. For 2 reasons.  1 I don't dance.  2. I don't listen to Justin Timberlake.  But apparently I was really getting my "groove on".  We were all trying to be cheery to keep my friend Morten's spirits up (the one whose brother, Haakon, is missing)  So I was doing the dancing, and Tats was pretending to be Björk.  Which, given that she's already elfin like and Icelandic, she practically already is.  But she's not quite as mad and has bigger boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tats rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bugging me right now is having some spare cash and cruising all the online music stores all day today and finding nothing I want.  NOTHING.  Though there are some new albums out at the end of January that I need.  NEED.  Namely Athlete and Feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110487984891806781?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110487984891806781/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110487984891806781' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110487984891806781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110487984891806781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/dude.html' title='Dude.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110479951422654470</id><published>2005-01-04T01:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T01:45:14.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: The Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Daring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to get my head off all topics grim, Caroline has dared me to post this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/dpjohansen/davidspa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110479951422654470?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110479951422654470/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110479951422654470' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110479951422654470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110479951422654470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2005/01/dare.html' title='Dare.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110448893686729449</id><published>2004-12-31T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:28:56.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>138,000.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days have been a bit of a blur.  I've spent a lot of time asleep to try and sweat out the wave of sickness I've been feeling. Feeling a bit better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami.. Sweden's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned home early to be with a friend who has close family members still missing following the Asian Tsunami Disaster that hit on Sunday.  One of my colleagues is among the confirmed dead Swedish nationals, and a further 2 have family members still missing.  Over 3,500 Swedes are currently unaccounted for, Sweden is bracing itself for the total death toll to its own to be well over 1,500.  With many of those missing, presumed dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest figures show 138,000 dead in total so far.  Please remember them at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be around for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year.  Be safe and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110448893686729449?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110448893686729449/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110448893686729449' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110448893686729449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110448893686729449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/138000.html' title='138,000.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110406506018765065</id><published>2004-12-26T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T13:49:10.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Thirteen Senses&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Mellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..apparently Christmas happened yesterday, but I was blissfully unaware, given I was alseep until 8pm. And as such, ate my Christmas dinner at like 2am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much had my Christmas on Christmas eve.  My Uncle and Aunt have a long tradition of inviting all the family around for festivities and fun and food.  I usually try and make it, and this year I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after having my face fed with pie, salmon and chilli (not on the same plate) and a hefty wedge of Jullog (Yule log.. it's chocolatey goodness) I settled with the rest of the family and we drank a lot.  This drinking and banter was aided in the background by some rather dodgy choral music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sat with baby Tomas in my arms for a good while, until he got grizzly and wanted food, which I'm not able to provide him with, since I can't express milk, or, you know, have boobs.  But he seemed to enjoy my cooing and funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and Aunt had several friends over as well, including a couple who my Aunt knows from the choir she attends, who are staying with them over Christmas. The chap used to be the organ player for the choir until he emigrated to the US some years ago, but he and his wife (who's American) pop over occasionally, along with their 2 children, Christopher and Sara.  I've met the couple before, but never their kids.. well, their kids are like twentysomethings.  Christopher was very pleasant, awesome piano player (he gave us a few tunes on my Aunt's piano)  Sara is totally cool. Seems we had a lot in common, music wise, so we chatted for a good few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, me being a bit dense about certain things didn't realise until her Mum made a comment to us and Sara started giggling, that I was totally being flirted with.  Then I was all embarrassed. Heh.  She was very pretty... but.....  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to my Uncle's AGAIN today for yet more food, since it's once in a blue moon I get to see them, them being so far away.  And their guests will still be there.  But anyway.  Must.  Not.  Blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what about presents?  Let's see, I got a nice CD boxset of stuff by Scandinavian composers (Larsson,  Stenhammer, Svendsen, etc.. I'm so cultered)  456.37 sweaters, a few gift sets containing manly smelly things (body spray, aftershave etc) socks and underwear (a given every year), a few special edition DVDs (Return of the King, The Matrix) a cute mug with a cat on with a fluffy little toy in it with bandy legs (LOL) An Xbox soccer game called Red Card.. which is HILARIOUS.  You can play as various national teams, but also teams like the Arctic Penguins and the Australian Dolphins or something. Yes, the players are actual penguins and dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110406506018765065?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110406506018765065/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110406506018765065' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110406506018765065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110406506018765065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/jul.html' title='Jul.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110376495440675655</id><published>2004-12-23T02:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T02:36:42.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah-oh. Ah-oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: The Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sleep &lt;br /&gt;No sleep until I'm done with finding the answer &lt;br /&gt;Won't stop &lt;br /&gt;Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;I feel like going down I'm so disconnected &lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;br /&gt;I know that I am haunted to be wanted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting &lt;br /&gt;In the shadows for my time &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching &lt;br /&gt;I've been living &lt;br /&gt;For tomorrows all my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;br /&gt;That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe &lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;I feel that I should go and play with the thunder &lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting &lt;br /&gt;In the shadows for my time &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching &lt;br /&gt;I've been living &lt;br /&gt;For tomorrows all my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I been walking, walking in circles, watching, waiting for something &lt;br /&gt;Feel me, touch me, heal me, come take me higher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting &lt;br /&gt;In the shadows for my time &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching &lt;br /&gt;I've been living &lt;br /&gt;For tomorrows all my life &lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching &lt;br /&gt;I've been living for tomorrows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Scandinavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hej då.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110376495440675655?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110376495440675655/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110376495440675655' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110376495440675655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110376495440675655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/ah-oh-ah-oh.html' title='Ah-oh. Ah-oh.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110365039791877618</id><published>2004-12-21T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T18:34:49.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yodelesque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Giddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, despite Adam Levine's hotness.. he actually dances worse than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been a busy few days.. Last week was insane beyond insane, but after I finished work on Thursday things calmed down.  I now have a rather nice extended holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my friend Jan's house on Friday, where I'll be for about 3 weeks.  He's off to Denmark for a few days on Friday to see his parents, so I'll have a chance to kick back and relax for once.  Not that I haven't done my fair share these past couple of days.  The weekend was hectic, catching up with a few family members (I also saw my new baby cousin.. teeny, tiny! I WANT ONE!!!) But yesterday I spent virtually all day either on here and/or watching music videos on TV, and doing lots of chair dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current chair dancing faves are; "Somebody Told Me" The Killers, "Dragosta Din Tei" - Ozone, I do a mean shuffle type sway thing to "Tumble and Fall" by Feeder (great video for that) "This Love" Maroon 5.  I've decided I HATE "Radio Ga Ga" by Electric Six, and the video for Scissor Sisters' "Filthy Gorgeous" is OBSCENE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night I spent a few hours chatting with Mikeeeeeeeee and Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for Mike.. "Beat-Ang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even gonna repeat what Caroline said when I informed her Maroon 5's latest vid came on the TV.  That brazen wench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's colder than a seal's nipple right now and when I went out this afternoon, it was so icy, that I found myself singing "Slip Sliding Away" to myself.  I really ought to stop the random singing.. especially the weird yodelesque bits from "Dragosta Din Tei", since I sound like someone's unexpectedly put an ice cube down my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note.. food time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110365039791877618?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110365039791877618/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110365039791877618' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110365039791877618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110365039791877618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/yodelesque.html' title='Yodelesque.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110298884957752009</id><published>2004-12-15T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:44:46.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Faith No More&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Nina Persson's left boob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I wrote most of this 2 days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've just spent the last 7 hours reading reviews, all I want to do now is something simple.  Here's a quiz in 3s.  Mikeee says I have to do this or die painfully, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1) David&lt;br /&gt;2) Hansy&lt;br /&gt;3) Johansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1) D P Johansen&lt;br /&gt;2) pablohoneymonster&lt;br /&gt;3) svenskvarg (last 2 re-used for this blog! Svensk Varg = Swedish Wolf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm bizarre&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm nerdy&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm a really nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1) lack of self confidence&lt;br /&gt;2) I take things too personally&lt;br /&gt;3) I get embarrassed easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1) Danish&lt;br /&gt;2) German&lt;br /&gt;3) Jewish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1) Natural sponges&lt;br /&gt;2) The unexpected&lt;br /&gt;3) Sharon Osbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1) mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;2) handy sized deodorant&lt;br /&gt;3) gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1) tartan pj bottoms (lol)&lt;br /&gt;2) slippers&lt;br /&gt;3) a necklace.. and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1) REM&lt;br /&gt;2) Grant Lee Phillips&lt;br /&gt;3) Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1) "Everybody's Changing" Keane&lt;br /&gt;2) "Strange and Beautiful" Aqualung (oldie but loving it again lately)&lt;br /&gt;3) "Endlessly" Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1) Raspberry Gü&lt;br /&gt;2) Stopping smoking&lt;br /&gt;3) Learning Dutch properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1) Honesty&lt;br /&gt;2) Mutual Respect&lt;br /&gt;3) Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a nerd&lt;br /&gt;2) I have the entire ABBA back catalogue&lt;br /&gt;3) I had a pet snail called Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE SAME SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1) Nice smile&lt;br /&gt;2) Nice smell&lt;br /&gt;3) A sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1) Dance&lt;br /&gt;2) Like cheese&lt;br /&gt;3) let my nails grow to any reasonable length &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1) Music&lt;br /&gt;2) Xbox &lt;br /&gt;3) Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat&lt;br /&gt;2) Listen to "Vapen och Ammunition" (it's like a drug)&lt;br /&gt;3) Take a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ummmm&lt;br /&gt;2) hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;3) yeah I like the job I have.  IT rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1) South Africa&lt;br /&gt;2) New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;3) Russia (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES: &lt;br /&gt;1) Alexander/Alexis/Alexei.. Alex, basically&lt;br /&gt;2) Milly&lt;br /&gt;3) Johan  (the ultimate in cruelty.. Johan Johansen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1) Get the love thing right&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;3) See the Pope get high.. (thanks Robbie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110298884957752009?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110298884957752009/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110298884957752009' title='5 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110298884957752009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110298884957752009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110270347472611015</id><published>2004-12-10T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:34:55.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Keane&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Reflective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without turning this into some sort of sappy post, I'd just like to mention a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas isn't always the season to be jolly for some people, we should always take a moment around this time of year to remember those we've lost, or those we know who are suffering, and for that matter, those we don't know who won't be having a very happy Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season for a number of years has been a tough time for me.  I lost both my parents to Cancer during the festive period (my Mum 16 years ago this month, and my Dad 9)  So this time of year brings back some awful memories.  but also, I think of the fun times, and what a wonderful person my Mum was, and of course, how much I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I am wearing a yellow wristband (see picture).  The wearyellow campaign was started by the Lance Armstrong Foundation, and the money netted from the sale of these writsbands (and other things) goes towards Cancer awareness and helping those living with cancer.  More info at &lt;a href="http://www.laf.org/"&gt;laf.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110270347472611015?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110270347472611015/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110270347472611015' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110270347472611015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110270347472611015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/remembering.html' title='Remembering.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110261089261446504</id><published>2004-12-09T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:48:12.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wraps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Ish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the latest addition to the Johansen clan has arrived.  4 days early.  Baby Tomas was born yesterday, the 8th, in the afternoon, and was 6Ibs 11oz.  Apparently he went into distress and they performed an emergency delivery by C-section.  Also, he has something wrong with one of his kidneys, but the doctors have assured his parents that this can be treated with anti-biotics, and then maybe a procedure whereby they will operate and bypass the kidney that isn't functioning properly, but he will be fine.  So fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congrats to my cousin and her husband... I'll be over to see you all soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to do some more Christmas shopping today after work, but it's too bloody cold, and I ain't dancing around that bloody Christmas tree they have in the main square (It's a Swedish tradition.. don't you envy us??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know is that I'm hungry, like chew my hand off hungry.  So I think I'll go make dinner.  Chicken wraps again.  I love chicken wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I went out to dinner as usual with Tats last night (btw, Tats is short for Tatiana.. she isn't so-called because she has enormous knockers.. as someone suggested)  We ate, we drank, we gossiped, actually she gossiped, I just nodded at all the right moments.. and sneezed a lot, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. food calls... Ciao :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110261089261446504?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110261089261446504/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110261089261446504' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110261089261446504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110261089261446504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/wraps.html' title='Wraps.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110245052344470188</id><published>2004-12-07T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:22:26.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Grant Lee PHILLIPS&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Snuffly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, been a while again.  I haven't done much of anything.. actually that's a lie, aside from working my arse off, I have also managed to get the bulk of my Christmas present buying done.  Which involved a trip into Stockholm over the weekend with my friend Morten, who had a list as long as his arm of stuff to buy for his girlfriend.  I took advantage of the situation, and accompanied him through various gift shops looking for gifts specifically for my female friends and relatives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is funnier than 2 grown men mooching around the women's gift set section (bath products and perfume, mostly) sniffing products and commenting on what smells the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit fuzzy on Sunday and yesterday, it appears I have a cold.  Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a bit groggy today, but I did yet more Christmas shopping (oh JOY!)  Which mostly involved buying chocolates and booze, although I did spend a good hour in the booze isle.. I know some very fussy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaachooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I'll try and get the kid's (I have young relatives) stuff done, shopping for toys should be pretty easy.  Plus I have a new, wee (second) cousin due to be born on the 12th of December, a boy.   They're calling him Tomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also listened to lots of music, and started Chaos Bleeds again.  Oh, and I watched the last 3 episodes of Buffy season 6 last night.  I love evil Willow.  I didn't watch them randomly.. I've been working my way through all seasons again, so I've been curling up in bed each night with Buffy over the last few weeks.  Heh.  Guess I'll start on Season 7 tonight. Yeah, I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random, weird topic.. aren't feet ugly?  Although my little kitten seems to like mine.  To chew on, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random topic, I need a shave.  Just thought I'd share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hej da... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110245052344470188?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110245052344470188/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110245052344470188' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110245052344470188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110245052344470188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110192976193990484</id><published>2004-12-01T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:36:42.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Tipsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... 10.30 I got out from work last night 10.30!!!!!!! Sheesh... a quiet day turned into a monstrous affair that had my head spinning to the point of not knowing my arse from my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  Getting home and going to bed was welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Why do I keep starting my paragraphs with "Anyway..."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out this evening instead with my friend, Tats. And, after months and months of this weekly outly we have, I've come to the conclusion she's the fussiest eater ever.  I thought I was fussy about my food, but damn, woman (If you read this, which I know you will)  peas are peas, they're not wee dollops of green dog poo on your plate.  She faffed and farted about with her peas like they were the spawn of the anti-christ, pulling strange faces, and eyeing them up with utter disgust.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact she's Icelandic.  Maybe peas are the Icelandic equivalent of food lurgee.  I really don't know.  It was a nice dinner.  Wine a-flowing.  Which might explain the warm tingly feeling I currently have all over, and the bizarre urge I have to chair dance.  (Robbie would be so proud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might review some Robbie soon for Eps, actually, after I get all things Swedish out of the way, which at this rate will be sometime next summer.  Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, reviewing Robbie could be fun. (A-go-go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a feline note, my new little bundle of fluff is a delight.  A new kitten, Sven.  I'm sure there will be tales to tell about Sven at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... I've just spent the last few minutes debating in my head whether I prefer the word "ass" or "arse".  Wine does strange things.  However, I concluded "arse" is the better one.  It's way funnier.  It's like "shit" or "shite".. "shite" wins every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson in Swedish swearing: arse = röv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that strange note.. I'll be off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110192976193990484?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110192976193990484/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110192976193990484' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110192976193990484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110192976193990484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/12/robbie.html' title='Robbie.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110180741357048404</id><published>2004-11-30T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:51:10.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Portishead&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Hmmmmmm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days (or thereabouts) without an update here.  A lot can transpire in 6 days, and I guess it has.  The doom I spoke of in my last entry didn't rear its head, which is good.  Work has been busy, but I've been entertaining myself by being online and chatting with various people whilst attending to the daily bread winning.  Probably not a good thing, since it's a bit of a distraction, but the extended human interaction beyond talking about the ins and outs of a mainframe and/or computer database is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was AWOL pretty much, preparations for the weekend demanded much of my time and plus, my sleeping pattern is so out of wack I actually wonke up at 5am this morning and couldn't remember what day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went skiing on saturday with my friend Morten, a weekly/fortnightly ritual that extends through much of the snowy season.  It's a lot of fun.  We end by eating out and having a few drinks.  Saturday was no exception, we ate, we drank. In fact, I drank enough alcohol to keep the population of a small Eastern European country in tax revenue for about a week.  Sunday I was mildly hungover.  To say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent much of the day Sunday in bed, there wasn't a hope in hell of sleeping on Sunday night, and I didn't.  I sat up all night doing various things.  I stayed awake right through Monday.  By about 3pm on Monday afternoon the thought of getting home and going to bed was all i could think about.  I didn't manage to get out of work until way after 6pm.  Got home, ate, went to bed, got up at 5am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit at work, not that i'm actually working.  I don't really need to be here today, but it's Chinese food day in the cafeteria at lunchtime.  I like chinese food.  I'll take my friend Tats out to dinner this evening (it's my turn to pay, as she keeps reminding me) and then see what the evening has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On random topics.. I read something earlier that made me cringe.  Now I feel bad.  I really ought to try and stop putting my big feet into my even bigger mouth.  I shouldn't be allowed to say words. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is December, which makes me shudder.  I have hardly anything bought and I'm going away for 2 weeks over Christmas.  (Have laptop.  Will still be around in the internet ether).  In fact, that's just a reminder of how lazy I've got lately.  Not work wise, but in general life.  I seem to put off today what can be done tomorrow.  It's not good enough, I need a good kick up the backside.  I suppose when your routine changes, it does have an effect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough waffling for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mikeeeee, Caroline, Tracy, Andy, Chris, Amanda, Sarah and Jan for the chats these past few days... see you in a couple of weeks, Jan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Morten and Tats for being excellent friends.  Thanks to Anders for being a waste of space... I didn't mean that.  Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi ses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110180741357048404?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110180741357048404/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110180741357048404' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110180741357048404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110180741357048404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/11/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110127096239002759</id><published>2004-11-24T05:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T12:55:41.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Mazzy Star&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Tired and Vague&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd really think I had better things to do at &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; past &lt;em&gt;ridiculous&lt;/em&gt; am on a Wednesday morning than write here.  But seriously, what is there to do at this time of the day?  Sleep would generally be an acceptable thing, unless you're a badger.  But I've already done sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, but 6 hours worth of REM state has already passed, and I think if I attempted more, I'd wind up feeling worse for it.  It's cold.  Winter has arrived with its army of icy winds and driving rain (I'm expecting snow any day soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe lack of any real sleep is half the reason I feel a bit strange today.  I have a sinking feeling swirling around various areas of my insides and it's making me feel a bit queasy.  Maybe there's impending doom.  Maybe I'll get run over by a rogue snow plough (that's also expecting snow) on my way to work.  There's no way of really knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I might not go into work today. I'll do what needs to be done from home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's a ton of stuff that still needs to be done on the new house.  And I need to make a random trip to my old house and reclaim certainly property from my ex.  Providing he hasn't ritually sacrificed it in the name of Odin, which would be a bit unfair of him, and frankly, rather mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I might give my friend Tats the day off (perks of being bossman) and invite her round, and we can spend the day watching old movies and talking about petrified, sun-baked dog poo on a piece of string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110127096239002759?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110127096239002759/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110127096239002759' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110127096239002759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110127096239002759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/11/doom.html' title='Doom.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110116440122454450</id><published>2004-11-22T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:00:01.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gedge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Odd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy weekend it was!  There was skiing and then lots of alcohol consumption on Saturday, which was excellent.  My friends Morten, Tats and myself drank into the wee small hours after a hard day on the piste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird the way our conversations go.  This weekend we discussed impressions, who could do whom etc.  Turns out Morten does a fantastic array of Disney characters, and Tats does old film stars.  My flimsy attempts at various people were, well flimsy.  I can a certain amount of singers, my best probably being David Gedge, singer with the Wedding Present.  Although it's more of a characature affair.  However, it also sent my train of thought down a really weird path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 11 years ago, I went to see Mark Burgess (ex of the Chameleons) play an acoustic set at a small venue after he released his album.  I'd completely forgotten about David Gedge being in the audience in front of us.  If that wasn't enough, the person that was accompanying David Gedge was bloody Fergal Sharkey (which filled my friends back than with much hilarity)  We were so easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, Sunday was spent largely recovering, before getting back to the daily grind today.  Today was a bummer, I hate Mondays.  Bleeeeuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be off.  I might post something else later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110116440122454450?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110116440122454450/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110116440122454450' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110116440122454450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110116440122454450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/11/gedge.html' title='Gedge.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110080717877410404</id><published>2004-11-18T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:01:07.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eskimo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Cake&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Cold!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a bitch.  First of all, my stupid car decided to be lazy and not start this morning, so I had to get the train to work.  Work itself was fine, busy, but fine (especially the the salad and cream cakes I had for lunch).  I realised on the train home that I needed to stop off at the supermarket.  So that I did, but I have to say,  there should be laws about certain people coming out and wandering the isles in charge of trolleys with screaming children at certain times during the day (that was a really long sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my shopping, but then realised I'd have to walk home, which would take about 20 minutes.  So, with my several bags of shopping (and a backpack full) I walked home through, what can only be described as hurling buckets of rain, hood up, looking like a soggy Eskimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, stuck dinner on, which isn't ready yet.  I'm still cold, the cats are running riot, I'm crabby and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may start a new music review for eps later on.. I can't quite decide between Ace of Base and the Wannadies.  But if I do the former, I fear they will be in for a harsh tongue lashing in written form.  Do I really need to be listening to crappy Swedish pop tonight?  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I want now is a hot shower and my slippers and a cup of hot coffee before dinner.  A cigarette might be nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110080717877410404?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110080717877410404/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110080717877410404' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110080717877410404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110080717877410404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/11/eskimo.html' title='Eskimo.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110074471783239613</id><published>2004-11-18T03:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T03:25:17.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faffing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:  Confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gjaaaaah.. bloody thing.  I've just spent forever faffing about with this thing.. seems to be ok now.  Anyway, yeah, after several months being blogless, I've decided to get one up and running again.  Mainly because I'm prone to rambling and random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is... it'll get more interesting, but it's almost 3.30am and I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nighty night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110074471783239613?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110074471783239613/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110074471783239613' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110074471783239613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110074471783239613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/11/faffing.html' title='Faffing'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214488.post-110074160409516472</id><published>2004-11-18T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T02:46:11.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music: REM&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Quirky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is new... stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214488-110074160409516472?l=svenskvarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/feeds/110074160409516472/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214488&amp;postID=110074160409516472' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110074160409516472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214488/posts/default/110074160409516472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svenskvarg.blogspot.com/2004/11/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208266186190053120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
