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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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Alive?

Hello people of the future! When you read this, it will probably be a few days old even though it appears on the first page. When this was written, people still lived above ground and they didn’t have extra limbs due to radiation.

And also, we didn’t have a record by the Adam West Fanclub Experience. You lucky people of the future.

stress

The most stressful thing you can see is a mean-looking woman (really mean-looking in the Charlie Bronson kind of way — psychotic) who squeezes one of those red anti-stress balls repeatedly and rapidly. Those balls... Whose bright idea was those anyway?

New camera

While I’ve yet to master it completely, I’m still used to the LCD-viewfinder in the old camera, Canon S50 is wonderful. Smaller and thus much easier to carry around. Something at least I consider the most important bit about a camera. Well, it should also take pictures.

The Food Deal

I can understand the pleasures of good food, but doesn’t this whole eat for survival bit seem a bit hokey? To my mind, photosyntesis and beer should work just as fine...

On the function of families

It is my belief that families are some sort of test. They give it their best shot to grind you down. People with lots of relatives have better karma and resistance, it takes more work to break them. Other people — those like me with only a few relatives — don’t really need this test, it’s just that it would be suspicious otherwise. You see, we’re doomed from the start.

Well, have you?

Have you ever felt as if you’re in a Hulk Hogan movie and everything is cheesy, bad and oddly colourful at the same time?