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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2001-12-28
For a brief moment, the Dreamcast stopped spinning and the punches on the tv-screen disapeared as it shut down. The entire house, as well as the rest of the town, darknened and the power was gone. Now, what to do when there is a powerdrain and nothing in what we call the civilised world no longer works?
I simply don’t know. I, just and failry simple, don’t know. I’ve baught the myth of electricity to such a degree that I can’t imagine what to do without it. In oirder to “cure” myself I could spend a few days in a cabin out in the woods, but either I’d be etaen alive by the Evil Force or I’d go complete and utter bonkers. Besides, I would sneeze to death if I did this in the summer. The winter is right off, as I would freeze my ears into ice-cubes.
