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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2003-12-08
I’d just been at the post office to pick up the Firefly dvd-box, which Swedisc had sent as a registered letter. This meant that in order to get it, I had to show some form of ID. This made me unable to have it delivered to my door by regular mail until friday, and I just couldn’t wait that long. Nevermind that the post office is far, far away on the other side of town — for some reason.
Anyway, when I walked there I saw an amazing sunset. It was a bit like those old movies where the bad guy hides out in his oil field and Eddie Murphy comes along and shots everyone. Except that this experience was much prettier than those movies.
