Sunday, 18 March 2018

Alone at last

Me, the minute after my family's left when we've had a family dinner at my place:

Monday, 5 March 2018

BOKREA; my favourite time of year

The Big Book Sale.
   That yearly event marked down in every Swedish bookworm's calendar.
I've scored a healthy amount of 17 books this year which would put me somewhere just beyond slightly over budget but not quite heavily into dept.

   As always, I do most of my BOKREA-shopping at Science Fiction-bokhandeln (Sweden's own Forbidden Planet).


   GUILLERMO DEL TORO DID IT AGAIN! THE SHAPE OF WATER DID IT! IN FOUR FRIGGIN' CATEGORIES! YAAAAAASSSSS! Categories being Best Picture, Best Director, Best Production Design and Best Original Score.

Guillermo checking the receipts.
   Also, as the first black man EVER Jordan Peele won Best Original Screenplay for Get Out and that just warms my soul. Well deserved.
   I'm obviously a bit disappointed about Logan not getting an Oscar.

Monday, 26 February 2018

The Hutt (kind of) Recommends: What's Eating Gilbert Grape

What's Eating Gilbert Grape by Peter Hedges
(rereading this after... 'many' years, and it's surprisingly neither scifi, fantasy, nor supernatural in any possible way)

Looooong before John Green was accused of over-using the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope (which he did in Paper Towns but entirely unmade by the end of the book) there was Becky in Peter Hedges' What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
   Gilbert Grape lives in Endora, Iowa, with what remains of his family.
'Endora is where we are, and you need to know that describing this place is like dancing to no music. It's a town. Farmers. Town square. Old movie theater closed down so we have to drive sixteen miles to Motley to see movies. Probably half the town is over sixty-five, so you can imagine the raring place Endora is on the weekend.'
   There isn't much that Gilbert doesn't hate and even less that he enjoys. He's twenty-four and just about everything in his life is gnawing at his dead insides -  his lack of experience, his fat and ever-growing mother, his servile big sister, his desperate little sister, and his mentally disabled baby brother are only what he has to deal with on a daily basis.
'She turns off the light and says, "You must have been having a bad dream."
"A bad dream. You were having a bad dream."
"Oh," I say, "Is that what I'm having."'
   In the middle of all of this there's suddenly Becky on her bike, riding in circles around Gilbert and speaking words of such hope about life Gilbert hasn't been able to feel in years.

   This is a soul crushingly painful story.

   It's sexist, fatphobic, ableist, sexualises a 15-year-old, but it's also all of these things because Gilbert doesn't know where to direct all of the hate he harbours for himself. He watches idly while his family and life slowly shatters all around him. He does not stop this. Just as he can see his fat mother slowly wear down the floor underneath her own feet toward a literal crash he can sense his own life metaphorically crash in on him in slow motion. There are so many things in his life that he hates that he's completely lost his ability for love, whichever way it would be directed. Waking up and seeing the same unchanging surrounding is killing him. Yet he doesn't change. Listening to people telling him how much he looks like his father, the same father who committed suicide in the house he built for his family, brings Gilbert further into darkness. Is that to be the family future?

   Well written. Dark. Disturbing.
   I still like it as much as when I read it the first time. 

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Be fine Valentine

Don't let anyone get in the way of you loving yourself this year Valentine. 
Perform radical self love. Treat yo'self.
You're amazing.

Saturday, 10 February 2018

a Green Mess

Woke up like this. And then stayed in my PJs all day. Because fuck it.

Nerdy decorating

Harry Potter-themed display case.
   One of the few perks with my job (apart from, you know, being able to pay the rent with the money I earn through my blood, sweat and tears) is that I can get my stubby hands on fancy wooden wine boxes. So obviously I use them as display cases for my nerdy stuff.
   I have one LotR-themed and I just finished the Harry Potter-themed box with the much needed help of Prof Minerva McGonagall's wand.

Friday, 9 February 2018


I have a new fancy obsession.
I think you should share in my obsession and listen to this:

Sunday, 28 January 2018

The Hutt Recommends: FEED

FEED by Mira Grant
First book in the Newsflesh trilogy.

   In 2014 both the common flu and cancer are eradicated by dedicated scientists, the antidotes easily distributed like airborne viruses to the populace. So far, so good. What the scientists didn't count on was how the two antidotes would react once they had to coexist in a living host. Not well as it turned out. The antidotes blended into a new kind of virus and anything with a body mass above that of a medium sized dog would upon death be turned by said virus into a flesh-eating corpse. You lived, you died and then you returned.
   They call it the Rising.
   In the near future when zombies are a real threat and people are mostly isolated to areas with strict security measures, running and tending news blogs with material from outside your own safe zone is the new daredevil profession. Georgia and Shaun Mason are two such daredevils dedicated to finding and delivering the Truth. Now hired to do the biggest job of their careers following a presidential candidate around the country they happen upon information that could answer crucial questions about the Infected.
   They decide to stay devoted to the Truth.
   Even if it'll kill them.

Some spoilers ahead:
   I skimmed through a few of other people's reviews of this book before writing my own and something that people have reacted to is the lack of zombies in this supposed zombie novel. Well... that's what the critics said about The Day of the Triffids; a supposed science fiction about alien invasion that didn't have all that many triffids in it... The point I'm making is that I don't really care about the zombies. Couldn't care less. I care about the people coping with an existence where zombies is something one needs to be worried about. It's the characters that make the story interesting. Therefore, I enjoyed this book. It's about people. Not zombies. Though there are zombies... You get it.
   Do you know something else I appreciated? NO ROMANCE ❤️ Well, there is some background romance going on, but nothing that necessitates more than a few sentences at most (as is the descriptive "they like each other and are now dating and getting it on" kind of sentences).
   Georgia never uses her "feminine wiles" to get to information. She doesn't even consider it. The one male character that doesn't respect her simply because she's a woman is supposed to be seen as a despicable human being.
   All female characters have their own arcs. They're there for a reason more than decoration.
   The story makes sense. From the virus to the politics.

   Maybe the fact that I'm not very used to being thrilled about the portrayal of female characters in books skews my perception a wee bit, but I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. Still thrilled. Still a good story.
   I spent the last 70 pages crying my eyes out. Because OF COURSE people die in books with zombies in them. Especially when it's been hinted at throughout.

All in all:
Read FEED.

Friday, 19 January 2018


I've got new PJ's and feel more not-really-an-adult than I've felt in a long while. It's great.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018


That would be me.
   I've started listening to The Lord of the Rings again so that the trilogy will be fresh in my memory when my best friend and I get to New Zealand in April. Though before I got started I figured I needed to brush up on my Middle Earth history, so I dove head first into the appendices and suffice it to say I didn't get very far before I was crying.
   Have I gone soft? (Yes. Yes, I have. Emotions everywhere. Much better.)
   Is it normal to feel so proud over fictional characters? (Oh Samwise... )
   Well! Back to the books.
   Lets get this Fellowship to Mordor! (We'll walk, it'll be great.)

Thursday, 11 January 2018


...the glory that is Taika Waititi. 

This strange kiwi.
   I used to think his kind of humour and entire personality was a bit 'too much' and waaay too awkward for me. He felt weird and narcissistic. But the man is... well, fascinating. As an introvert I was strangely drawn to finding out more about this complete opposite of me. Suddenly it struck me that I have several friends who are just like him; loud, confident, odd, creative, ridiculously goofy yet passive-aggressively politically aware. I love it. Now that I know why I was drawn to him to begin with I can thoroughly enjoy his work.
   Chaotic good.
   I wholeheartedly recommend What We Do in the Shadows. See it.

Also see Thor: Ragnarok.

Sunday, 31 December 2017

Welcome to Disaster Area 20-17

Wow. This year. 

   The bar was set so low you would think it's impossible to fuck it up, wouldn't ya? 

   I love how Hollywood suddenly realised that the greater majority of people on this planet is neither white, nor in fact male. Funny, huh? Somehow the realisation that diverse films earn more money than whitewashed crap came as a shock to them. Like... seriously?!

   It's infuriating to realise just how much the powerful men of Hollywood can keep quiet about when it's 99,5% women who end up the victims of these predators in their midst. They knew Harvey Weinstein was abusing and assaulting women and did nothing... until we found out.
   And for anyone calling this a witch-hunt; yes, we're witches and we're finally hunting the predators down. This is something we should have done ages ago with the likes of Roman Polanski and Woody Allen too. Make rapists afraid again.
Put them out of their jobs.
Don't trivialise their actions.
Or our experiences. #metoo

   I mourn the deaths of both of my grandfathers, as well as my paternal grandmother, while the rest of you can join me in mourning of Bill Paxton, John Hurt, Gösta Ekman, Nelsan Ellis, Rikard Wolff, Chester Bennington, Tom Petty, Harry Dean Stanton...
  • I entered singledom again.
  • I went to a The Rocky Horror Picture Show audience participation showing and IT WAS SO AWESOME.
  • I went to Budapest with my sister for a spa weekend in April. Not only was I told by my massage therapist that I had to work on my anger issues (I do, but what the hell...) but I also caught a severe cold that lasted me for a fortnight and stole my voice.
  • I celebrated Towel Day hobbit style.
  • After waiting for over a year and a half after buying the ticket I finally got to experience Russell Howard!
  • I had one helluva midsummer. Magical. Just wow. I still can't believe how much fun I had.
  • I got to try and be the boss-woman at work for two weeks. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong for me to try and fix. But as it turned out I learnt a lot in the process.
  • After a brief hiatus of one year I went back to the Medieval Week on Gotland, with new silks no less! I had a blast. And got home with ulcers, a hangover and a fever.
  • I lost three out of four grandparents in a span of four months. Rough as fuck.
  • My asshole roomie Sengir moved in. Soon all of my possessions were covered in a fine layer of his ginger hair and everything is as it should be. I am become a Crazy Cat Lady.
  • I had Ben and Jerry's Non-Dairy Ice-Cream and for a moment all existence was awesome.
  • I made sure to make my intentions clear at a huge demonstration against Nazism here in my city. We won this round. Lets keep fighting.
  • I finalised the process of getting myself sterilised. There are no critters ever crawling out of this uterus. #notyourincubator
  • I celebrated Halloween decadently, with gusto.
  • I got myself that tattoo I've wanted since I was thirteen years old.
  • I've been to see movies at the cinema no less than ten times this year.

   If you feel like this Year Review is getting you a bit down, I'm terribly sorry since that wasn't my intention at all, but it's been a shit year hasn't it? Good thing it was over quicker than it takes to pull a band-aid. We'll simply have to end the review on a lighter note!

Favourite Picks of 2017

Movies: Moonlight, Logan, Get Out, The Handmaiden, Trainspotting 2, Logan, Thor: Ragnarok, Professor Marston and the Wonder Women, and did I mention Logan? 

Books: Isaac Asimov didn't disappoint with his 'Caves of Steel'. 'Revolution' by Russel Brand (!!!) turned out to be much better than I expected. 'The Fall of the House of Cabal' by Jonathan L. Howard left me pleasantly bewildered. 'Flowers for Algernon' by Daniel Keyes was a thrill-ride over too quickly. 'Redshirts' by John Scalzi grew on me. 'The Day of the Triffids' by John Wyndham was good ol' classical scifi at it's very best! The Book Thief by Markus Zusak was emotional as hell, especially with everything that's going on politically at the moment. The Bone Doll's Twin by Lynn Flewelling. For a closer look on what I've read this year there's my Goodreads profile.
TV shows: I added this category because we need to talk about 'Westworld'. Like, we really do. Because Thandie Newton . Also: 'Dear White People'. I thought I enjoyed the movie but hoo boy, how I must have been mistaken because I loved every second of the show to the point that I never wanted it to end (there will be a second season, some champagne please!). Speaking of things that never end; the thirteenth Doctor is a woman! THE DEFENDERS, FUCK YEAH. I finished the Defenders in two binges and want more. More Daredevil. More Jessica Jones. More Luke Cage. More Claire Temple. MORE! The 2nd season of Stranger Things was way too short and I need more, STAT.
Events: Moonlight winning Best Picture at the Oscars the way it did (OH MY GODS!!), Wonder Woman made a killing at the box office once again proving that we're truly starving for both female heroes and female creators. THE BEES ARE COMING BACK! HIV/AIDS is no longer the number one cause of death on the African continent. We outed so many predators in Hollywood. Good job. Scientists have come up with a way to regrow the Great Barrier Reef. My new buddy Sengir moved in with me.

Just like last I year I will not be making any resolutions for the new year but instead wish, and hope, for more kitty snuggles, more human touch, and more tasty food and drinks.
And remember:
"It's Chaos. Be Kind."

Monday, 11 December 2017

It's the little things

   Ever since I was thirteen I've wanted some sort of X-Men tattoo in general and the classic X-logo on my hip in particular. At the end of last year I made a promise to myself to not get another tattoo until I'd made a rather life-altering decision that would probably lead to a bit of scarring on my belly. As I didn't know just how much scar tissue it would  involve I figured it would be no more than logical to wait with the tattoo until I knew for sure.
   Now I know (very little scarring) and now I have my tattoo.
   Time to move on to bigger projects.

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Thor: Ragnarok - first thoughts

   I've just come home from the cinema after having seen Thor: Ragnarok and now ALL I can think of is Tom Hiddleston's gorgeous ass. Bless that ass.