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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.

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e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson

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A three men league

I’m all giddy here as Thursday approaches. No, I don’t like Thursday as such. I hate holidays. They’re the bane of my existence, the destroyer of my sanity. Like Easter, who needs 72 hours of Sunday? I don’t, but then again I find Sundays to be mind numbingly boring.

It’s just that I noticed that BBC Prime has decided to show the League of Gentlemen. Finally. This means that I can actually watch an episode of six before I buy the dvd. It feels better this way, as I can save some money to other things. If it’s just half as bizarre as I think it is, then it will be all fine. I hope it isn’t as bland and see-one-episode-and-you’ve-seen-them-all as the Office.

I think I’ll watch Happiness an hour before that. Not that I’ve heard anything about the show, which is a bit weird, but it got Mark Heap. How can you go wrong with Mark Heap?

Out of words

Yuppers. I still have words mind you, but not when it comes to updating this. The moment I open up Movable Type, everything just drains from my mind and I can’r really write about any subject at all. I can’t even remember a subject to write about. The words are missing.

Maybe it is some sort of mental writers block virus, designed to stop people like me from updating. Becuase I can write other things. I have lots and lots of words for fanzine articles, short stories and movie script-thingamabobs. But here? Nada, zip, inget. I want to write. I really want to write witty and thoughtful snippets about life, art, paper, history and the rest of the world. But for now I can’t.

But I thank you for your patience and I hope I’ll get over this soon and update. It is not as if I have any pressing deadline or something. Well, perhaps I do, but let’s ignore it and maybe it will go away.

Big fish eh... is it a fish?

Great. As if I didn’t have a fear bordering on to fobia for open water before. A squid you might say, just a squid. No, it’s a huge squid, with beak and hooks that teh scientist believ can be used to maul whales. Maul whales. The squid makes the shark in Jaws IV look silly. Which isn’t that hard because it is a very silly movie with an even sillier monster.

So, I’ll stay in the shallow end of the pool. Okay? But if you catch one, let me know how it tastes.

(Via China Miéville in the Runagate-Rampant mailinglist)