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2004-01-01

The clock is about half past seven and I still haven’t been able to sleep. I’m tired, hungry and bored. I have nothing to watch on tv except MTV and really horrible cartoons. I’m a cartoon fan, so don’t get me wrong. I can watch halfbaked cartoons till my eyes bleed blue ink. But even I have to draw the line somewhere. And that line is here, animecrap and a dubbed version of Ice Age. Oh, and one of the channels had this “educational” cartoon that makes the Teletubbies seem like a good idea. No thanks. Had it been 11:30 I could have watched that Akira Kurosawa documentary, but that time is a few hours away.

Next update, which will happen pretty soonish today (unless I fall asleep because then it might be less soonish and more in the evening kind of way) will have pictures. Gosh.

Screw this, I’ll watch Firefly again.

This is Tommy early in the evening. I don’t think Ola had arrived yet.

Proof that not exactly everything in the next byline is 100% true.

Of course the photo just above and the one below, of the tv screen, were taken by this man who had a lot of fun with the camera. Ola is quite insane, but in a good way. He was alos the sole embodiment of live music entertainment for the evening since he’s a bit better than the Adam West Fanclub Experience. It also gave us the chance to relax and drink beer instead of trying to actually do something ourselves. And hey, free live music.

One of the many photos Ola took on the tv-screen during the end sequence of Fletch. Which reminds me about that Spies Like Us is about to begin.

Read Road Waffles. It’s not Goats, but sometimes not even Goats is Goats so there. Road Waffles can however come awfully close at times. It’s irrelevant, weird and doesn’t always follow the rules of a comic strip. Read it now — I do.