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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.

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2003-01-10

:: <12:35> Life <comment 20>

I was on a train and so was Bob and Bob. It was kind of warm and nice between the stops, but when the train came to a halt the doors went up and lots of cold air filled the box. You see, the whole damn thing was new and as all new transportation devices it must by some cosmic law be flawed in its construction. Anyway, I ate my sandwiches blabbered on a while. Two and half hours or so we reached Gothenburg. It was cold and it didn’t rain. Which was wrong on several levels. It should rain, damnit. That’s what Gothenburg is all about: rain.

Anyway. The tall Bob was there already, and while we took our bags and stashed them away two of the remaining Bobs also arrived. We were now six people, which was as many as we would be. A short ride with the tram and we spent money at the Science Fiction Bookshop. Some spent more than others, and I guess I spent the most. As usual. (See full booklist enclosed at the end.)

Food. I think it was a Greek restaurant, but I’m not sure. They had pasta so I was happy. We tried to get tickets to the Lord of the Rings-thingy but that was pretty much like being a fish in a barrel and a tactical nuke was dropped into it. We could have bought one ticket and then sneaked in the rest of us in a bag or something, but we didn’t. Someone wasn’t too keen on the idea. Instead we went to Bob with the nice new apartment and watched some other movies.

The couch I had slept on wasn’t built for it, but it turned out that it was not as bad as I first had thought. 10cm too short, my feet dangled outside. I slept well though which is what counts. To breakfast, we watched some tv. OR rather downloaded tv. Those two who lived in the town elsewhere showed up almost right after we had started the unaired pilot to Buffy.

(Oh, boy. That pilot was... Unbelievable. Many of the characters had the right actors, except for Willow. Don’t touch my Willow. That casting was wrong and evil. Luckily, they felt the same way and got the right person for the show.)

Once again, we decided to fight the cold weather in a futile pursuit of cinema tickets. Once again, it was an utter defeat and a laugh in the face. Only one thing to do, drown our sorrows in a used bookshop. It works every time. Lots of books were found. We went back to the apartment, made food and watched the first season of Buffy as it is suppoed to be watched. Some of the Bobs hadn’t seen it before, others had just seen an episode here and there. Only Bob and I had seen all of it. The secret of the first season is that it works much better if you have people to banter with. The flaws mostly disappear. This took a while as you might have guessed.

The next day consisted with packing and walking around. Of course, there were a lot more happening. Talk mostly, and I can’t remember a single quote. Several “make the bad images stop” and “all this laughing makes my body hurt” attacks occurred. All in all, it was a good weekend.

The Bobs have other names. They have been changed, not for protection, but just because I wanted to.

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