And...

...And yet I keep coming back to this blog. Despite the fact that I really have nothing to say. Despite the fact that today, like all the rest, contained nothing of any real importance. It is, however, a Friday. That, my friends, is a good thing. This has been a very long week and I am glad the weekend is now finally upon us. It is time to rest and relax. It is time to think about everything that doesn't pertain to work and be happy while doing it.

I got off early on Fridays (I'm home by 2:15pm-2:30pm), which is great, but I've come to the realization that there is NOTHING good on TV during the day time. I'm sorry, but who gives a flip about all of these old shows they show re-runs of? Who cares about talk shows? Who cares about Dr. Freaking Phil, the fat, bald blowhole? I want something with action! I want something to explode in the first 20 seconds of watching it. Otherwise, it's not worth watching. The good news is that there's pizza. Even though there's nothing worth watching on TV, my stomach and taste buds are happy.

That's all you get today. Hej då.

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You see, the problem with writing a blog is that everyone expects you to keep it updated. This can be an issue when you really have nothing to say or when the life you lead is uneventful. It could be argued that one could make their life eventful for the sake of amusing the blogging masses, but that would require more effort than that person is willing to put forth. Then again, I guess it would depend on what it is that can be more eventful. I might have to get off my rear end.

I wrote a lot when I first made this blog. Look at that. 67 entries in 2007. It's hardly what some of those veteran bloggers do, but I have to work on occasion, so that cuts down on my sit down and type time. Those people are also usually so concerned with politics or movie stars that they lose the personal touches a blog can have. Who cares what Jessica Alba for for lunch today. I don't want to read that. I do, however, want to know that little Johnny down the road from you shot himself in the foot with a nail gun after falling off the roof. It's those little local and personal things that attract me. Not Hollywood. Or Washington DC.

It's a shame that people that of the 4 people that read my blog, only one of them can actually respond to my hockey comments with an real knowledge. Maybe two. Janne, being Swedish, is naturally knowledgeable about Peter Forsberg and the sort, but how much he actually follows hockey is beyond me. I have no clue. This statistic hinders what I can write about. I only know so much and eventually, I will run out of original things to say. Then again, I'm sure this very blog has been written by someone else, somewhere in the world. I've lost originality and I haven't even finished writing.

Tomorrow is Friday. Rejoice! This is a happy time. Weekends, though short, are quite welcome in this corner of the world. There's nothing like getting up at 7am on Saturday morning and flipping on the morning cartoons while you munch down on a bowl of Lucky Charms. I don't do either, mind you, but the point remains. Weekends are fun.

My music of choice at the moment is actually something out of the norm for me. The noise blasting through my headphones and into my ears is actually something that could only be described as heavy metal/rock. Shocking, I know, especially given my utter dislike for rock-ish style music. (Or any music for that reason, I suppose. My palate of tolerable music is quite bland, I assure you.)

There's a hockey game on. That takes precedence over this. Hej då.

Ja, ja, I'm here.

So it has come to my attention that I need to update this thing. It turns out, much to my surprise, that people actually take the time to read what I have to say. Apparently, though, no one gives a flip about Foppa, his flop, or his return the National Hockey League and the Colorado Avalanche. This is depressing as I have had nothing to say aside from that for the last long while.

I am, however, back for now. What I shall write, I have no clue. I don't plan these things. I start with a blank page and make things up as I go along. That's why some posts are 12 and a half pages long and someone are a sentence long. If you're lucky, I'll even post a picture. I haven't done that in quite a while. Today is your lucky day, however, because I am going to post a picture.

There. A picture. A picture of my back yard no less. A picture of a beautiful day in my back yard. Look at that. Bright blue sky, a few fluffy, white clouds floating by. Not a drop of rain any where in sight. Bright green trees sway in the gentle breeze. Sometimes Florida isn't that bad. Most of the time it is. That's all you get for the pictures.

What am I supposed to write now? Nothing has happened that is worth noting. Nothing has happened that is worth noting that the people who read this don't already know. For you folk that actually read this and aren't part of my personal visible group of people, speak up. I know you're out there. Lurking. I don't like spies. SPAIS!!! OH NOEZ!!1one! Show yourself. Okay, that was random and I apologize for that. I spend too much time on internet forums, watching 15 year olds make posts.

I'm currently listening to: Socker, by Kent. What? You shouldn't be surprised. What else do I listen to? This song, however, is a little blasphemous. I did refuse to listen to it for a while because of the English translation to the song, but then I started listening to it again, using the justification that I'm enjoying the music, not the lyrics. As the song is in Swedish, that is a valid excuse. Then again, I know what is being said. May not work.

Work is slow. It's always slow. Thursdays are particularly painful as I sit in my little cubicle from 4pm-6pm and twiddle my thumbs. Why I'm required to work for 10 hours on Thursdays is beyond me. I guess I shouldn't complain because I get out early on Fridays, but... gah. Give me a break.

I went out for pizza last Saturday with a little party for my brother's birthday. We went to a movie afterward, even though my brother didn't go to that. It was too late and he had to go get his kids. I went with his brother in law and his wife, a friend of his from school and his wife, and a girl that goes that goes to his church. Good company. We were cracking jokes throughout the movie. There were only, including us, about a dozen people in the entire theater (it was late at night), so no one seemed to mind that we were laughing.

I am going out to the same pizza place this coming Saturday for a church thing. Hm. I don't know any of the people that are going (because it is my brother's church), but I felt like being slightly more social, so I accepted the invite to go. I should point out the pizza was not wonderful the first time I went and I don't hold much hope that it will be any beter this time around. I'm surprisingly pessimistic for someone trying to be positive for once and be social.

My brother just purchased his very own 50" Hi-Def Plasma TV. I'm proud. It's identical to the one that I have. His other TV was on the fritz and it was time for a new one. It's so pretty. If I didn't have one of my own, I'd be at his house every tim a hockey game was being shown.

I bought new pants recently. Khakis. Nifty. That's all I have to say about that, though. No. I'm not going to provide pictures of myself wearing them. That would take far too much time and effort and since most of the people that read this know me personally and see me often, you've already seen them.

I still play CyberNations. If you don't, you should. Then you should join the Viridian Entente alliance. I was recently promoted to the Academy Staff of the alliance. That means I get to grade your entrance exam. Don't fail. I have a big red marker now and I'm not afraid to declare proudly that you failed with a giant F on your forehead.

Hm... that's it, I think. What else? Nothing else, I guess.

Hej då.

Foppa flops.

"Agent: Forsberg Not Returning To NHL

Peter Forsberg has apparently made his decision, just not the one many NHL teams were hoping for. Forsberg's agent, Don Baizley, said the forward isn't confident he's healthy enough and advised teams Monday it's unlikely he will return to the NHL this season."


I grow very tired of Forsberg's antics. Play or don't. Stop screwing with everybody. If you say no now, don't come back. If you say yes, come back and play the game. You're a good player and a good person for being concerned with your health and how it might affect the TEAM, but... there comes a point when it just becomes too much.

More Lyrics

"Elefanter - Kent"

Album: Tillbaka Till Samtiden

De pratade om dig via kortvåg

så mycket kommer jag ihåg

Du log mot mig när du

betalade för min tystnad

och jag glömde vad jag såg

Du var en fadersgestalt i en taxi

med järngrep om mitt hår

du log mot mig och suckade

Föraren det är din tur snart

Jag såg min kropp ovanifrån

I hela mitt liv har jag väntat

på någon som liknade dig

hur kunde du lämna mig ensam

i en värld som har blivit så hård

I hela mitt liv har jag längtat

långt, längre bort härifrån

Nu står du först på min lista

över folk som förtjänar ett

öde värre än döden...

I hela mitt liv har jag väntat

på någon som liknade dig

hur kunde du lämna mig ensam

i en värld som blivit så hård

I hela mitt liv har jag längtat

långt, längre bort härifrån

Nu är du struken från listan

jag har lärt mig av dig

alla öden är värre än döden

Lyrics

"LSD, Någon?" - Kent

Album: Tillbaka Till Samtiden

Ingen kommer hit för

att återvända

Man tänker på sig själv först

Ingen annan

En enkel regel

Cirkeln sluts igen

Vid ringen på centralen

I den stora stygga stan åh

Ingen annanstans

kan man vara ensam som just här

Isen på riddarfjärden

smäller som gevär

Blåljus vid tegelbacken

Våren är här

Du står i spegelsalen med

Ett brännbollsträ

Där ute väntar natten på

På att stan ska implodera

Jag finns här för dig

Jag finns här för dig

Alla kommer hem

Som spöken återvänder

Man lär sig leva med sig

Själv först

Inget annat

Det är det som gäller

Ingen på vägarna

Bara döda grävlingar

I en sömnig liten stad, åh

Ingen annanstand

Kan man vara ensam som just här

En sista buss i regnet

Sen får man gå

Som pest bland ungdomsgängen

Slår acnen till

Folk börjar slåss i trängseln

Och helgen exploderar

Jag finns här för dig

Jag finns här för dig

Jag finns här för dig

Jag finns här för dig

What?

Um. McCain's winning. Yay!

What? That's all I have to say! You're all boring! If you did something even remotely entertaining, I would write about it! You're all failing me. For shame. You should all be ashamed.

I had Japanese last night. Mmm, squid....