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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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Want a rocket-burrito?

The sale of the Titan II Missile Silo
Burro Inn and Restaurant is interesting. Not the sale, but the complex itself. It is the restaurant of choice for the paranoid. What better way to spend the desert and vaccation than staying a week or two at a missile silo (former)?
[from Bertil Olsson at Sverifandomlistan]

Just an excuse to use the camera

I’ve decided to jump on the bandwagon. The bandwagon in this case being Photo Friday. Each Friday a subject is announced, and then it’s up to the photographer to interpret said subject and — if the dice Gods of chance are favourable — even take a photo and submit. It is however easier said than done, but it’s fun. At least it will give me something to aim the camera at, and that is never wrong. Hopefully, I’ll be able to forget about the oily and icky feeling left by participation in a [weekday]-meme.

To king or not to king

Search request: differences between the movie monty python and the holy grail and the book the once and future king

Well, to shed a little light upon this subject I believe that there are a few minor differences. For significantly huge values of “minor.” Beside the most basic things about king Arthur and his merry men knight of the round table there are few things that overlaps. Several key characters are missing in action, and as if that’s not enough, I seriously doubt the occurrence of the anarchosyndicalistic commune or the killer rabbit.

If you, who made this search, really want to compare anything to The Once and Future King, look elsewhere. Hell, the romanticised retellings of late and even Camelot 3000 is better options.

This is public service

The idea to open up BBC archives and allow them to be freely downloadable is something I never expected. But now they go a head and do it. I don’t know how long time it will take for something to end up there, but it should make all the Dr Who-episodes available. Yay. And shows by Rik and Ade. Yay. Public service at its best.

So I've moved.

So, I’ve moved and I promised an update in August. This is it. I’ve also had time to “celebrate” my birthday by attending a sf-con. I also managed to win a quiz by mistake. The blame for this isn’t just mine alone, but the cohort CD Skogsberg has to share some of this. Well, we won a book each, so it wasn’t a complete disaster. The con was fun, I drained my camera batteries twice (since neither quartet seemed to be fully chared in the first place) and there will be pictures. Soonish. Probably now and here.

I found this mirror thing that made me unable to resist something for the Mirror Project. A little bit further inside the building there were these doors. You could push them up and they had timed magnets that kept it open for a little while. After I had carried a few chairs through these into the convention area, I realised that the one responsible for the timer must have been a physisist since it was a far too small time to actually be useful. If I pushed the doors open and the magnets locked, then they would close again just as I returned with three small chairs that I had picked up only 20 metres or so from the doorway.

I still lack a decent Internet connection. I’ll try to minimize the dail-up at home, and since the semester has yet to begin I’m somewhat out of the loop. It will be better soon. I just hope that UU has an easier way of reading lyskom than setting up this on my Algonet account.

Oh, and my house-mates has turned into Buffyholics, more or less. Not my fault. I swear! I, ehm, only supplied the dvds.

You can joke about everything

August 9th my mother called a joke I made about a recent news story “a bit too cold and bad taste.” This means that I’ve ventured pretty far out in the deep black void of cynical humour. Almost too deep.

Left. Soonish anyway.

This Tuesday I move. Yay! Up north, and it is a bit too close to Las Stockholma for my taste. Althought this, I will not complain about lack of posting. Why should I? I’ve contracted a severe case of megalomania and as such I find that you should consider it a privilege to read my words, how few they might be in the beginning.