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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.

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Links | Outwards, away, flee.

e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson

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2003-10-21

I went out. I needed milk, mushrooms and some tomato el destructo. (I do realize that my Spanish is even below the level of “It eats you, starting with your bottom” but really, I don’t see that as a problem. I don’t even know the language so this is a step up — hard as it might be to believe.) Then, decided that it was rather cold so I went back in and changed the coat to something that’s warmer. It did seem like the right thing to do at the time. Honest.

But when I opened the door out again, I was proven wrong. I felt it was something in the air. No, really. There was something in the air. Snow, to be more precise. No! I almost shouted. No! again. (And incidentally, the soundtrack eradiating from my discman was eerie, “...we were searching for an omen, of the presence of the snowmen...”) Imagine some kid gets a flake in his eye or in his mouth — Sweet Jesus! He might choke there on the spot, with no one to perform the Heimlich gesture. We must do something, we must save the artefact children from this vicious whiteness of a drug metaphor!

As of Thu Oct 16th, when Steven Brust, PJF gets his XEmacs up and running like he wants it to, the next Vlad book is not far off. He still has to actually write it, but then at least ha can. And a new Vlad book will make everyone happy. No exceptions allowed. You will be happy.