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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2002-01-31

:: <22:31> Internet <comment 2>

I did major changes in fait accompli, and I guess it could even be called a complete redesign. If looks much better, although I was really happy with the old look as well.

The new design is based on the root design of carbonatedink.com, which in turn is sort of inspired by Popscratch, The Hoopla 500, whygodwhy, SerialText and lots of magazines and books — some of these are more obvious than others.

(About Popscratch: for a neat and different design you should check out the Idiosyncratic section. It is nothing I would do, but chaos is nice.)



:: <23:24> Life <comment 10>

I drank too many things with caffeine today. Around five in the afternoon, I had been continuously drinking since around ten, ten twenty. I was in a state that pretty much could be summarised with the word “high.” I knew I couldn’t drink any more, and that’s when I began to feel tired.

Remember this, memorise it as if life depended on it: if you ever manage to get sleepy and at the same time riding a high caffeine-kick, don’t rest your head. I did and I fell asleep. That was not so bad as when I woke up. I still feel as if I’ve been dragged through a street with those wobbly stones while I was tied to the back of a dragster in full speed. That is just the physical me.

The mental me am still sort of missing in action. This should be written in a survival book or thought to the kids in school. I have a class in linguistics tomorrow morning at ten, I haven’t read the chapter I should have done yet but I still consider watching season three of Red Dwarf instead of getting more sleep. It seems as a good idea right now anyway.



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