Saturday, 31 December 2011

Året 2011

Det blir svårt att sammanfatta året 2011 på ett bra sätt men eftersom alla andra har sammanfattat sina år så ska jag också göra det.

Året började verkligen skitdåligt och jag var bitter och arg genom hela januari (det var bittert så det osade) och februari (då jag ångkokade mina fingrar) men så där i slutet av februari var det scifi-mässa och i mars RFSL Ungdoms Årskongress. Det var som en injektion av regnbågar så i april började jag känna mig lite bättre och det fortsatte i maj.
I juni såg jag Stephen Lynch på Lorensbergsteatern i Göteborg. Juli är en månad man egentligen bara tar sig igenom fortast möjligt (fast jag drog ändå iväg till dessa blöta Kungahälla Medeltidsdagar) för sen kommer augusti med Medeltidsveckan och vad det innebär efteråt.

Jag beslutade mig för att ta mig tillbaka till skolan igen efter över ett år inom äldrevården. Jag saknar definitivt inte att kravla mig ur sängen innan klockan 06:00 på morgonen men saknaden av lönen är enorm såhär när man går på CSN-bidrag.

Men före skolstart fick jag panik och drog iväg en sväng till London med Lucy i slutet av augusti. EPIC. Men piercingen jag fixade i Camden (en rook) gick åt helvete.
Så jag testade en intim variant istället. Den är geni(t)alisk.
Men skolan då? Jag upptäckte i september att pendling med buss inte är skitkul när det finns bieffekter. I september gjorde även mohawken comeback i mitt liv tillsammans med nya glasögon.
Sedan var det dags för scifi-mässa igen i oktober! Första gången det varit två scifi-mässor i Göteborg på ett år och det gick strålande - det säger jag mest för att jag fick en autograf från Jenette Goldstein.
I november åkte jag på RFSL Ungdoms Medlemsträff och jag har aldrig i mitt liv haft sådan träningsvärk i skrattmusklerna.
Så kom då december och året rullar in mot slutstationen. Känslorna går i cirklar för december har varit en händelselös månad. Vilket syns på bloggen eftersom 90% av inläggen handlar om film eller tv-serier om det inte handlar om min ensamma bitterhet.

Jag har upptäckt mer om mig själv. Jag har läst en massa böcker (49 st) och sett en galen mängd filmer (jag slutade räkna vid 180, det var i våras). Jag har köpt en massa vackra skor. Jag accepterar mig själv mer. Jag har blivit mer engagerad i RFSL Ungdom vilket jag absolut ska fortsätta med 2012.
Nästa år ska bli ännu mer kick-ass, jag ska inte be om ursäkt för att jag är den jag är när jag är det, jag ska bli mer påläst om historiska händelser, nutidsfrågor och nördvetenskap. Jag ska älska mer, jag ska kramas mer och jag ska skratta mer men jag ska fortfarande bli upprörd och brinna för mina intressen.

But enough ranting, it's time for celebration!

A Happy New 2012 To Everyone!

Thursday, 29 December 2011

Just a little angry

I follow a lot of body-positive, self-esteem positive, queer, intellectual and feminist blogs because I, like many other women, need to work on my body-confidence but sometimes I get just as angry with them as I get with everything else on this planet.
I read this tumblr post
and went into a complete bitch-fit.

My self-worth is partly based on what I do which means that if I can’t be in “the real world” despite feeling sick about ignorant and/or bigoted individuals, I’m useless. If what I have to do is sit cooped up in my room in my house with no contact with the outside world just in order to drop my inferiority complex I might just as well kill myself because to me, that’s not a life. I need books, I need movies, I need news, I need debate and I need other people to feel good. Of course I can choose to only be with people that accept me completely as I am, that’s what I’m striving for, but I can’t be afraid of meeting and getting to know new people because they might prove to have another opinion from me or think little of me. That’s up to them. And on the subject of fashion and gossip: I don’t give a flying fuck how thin Angelina Jolie looked on this or that premiere because I know that that dress would look better on my curves. Because I have them - she doesn't.

So what? Well, I’m curious. I’m overweight. I’m queer. I’m sexual. I'm emotional. I’m feminist. I’m pro-choice. I’m fine with that. It’s “the real world” that’s not fine and needs changing but you can't undo all that wrong from behind a computer.

Monday, 26 December 2011


Back in 2003 the HBO series Carnivàle aired for the first time and went on for two years (in two seasons) before they killed it.
I’d be the first one to admit to liking HBO productions (Deadwood, Band of Brothers, True Blood, Boardwalk Empire, Game of Thrones etc) because they often include suggestive themes, bad language, violence and nudity which makes it feel more raw, closer to reality or natural if you will. Life isn't PG-13 and therefore what I choose to watch on tv shouldn't be either.

Carnivàle takes place in the 1930’s and circles around an ambivalent Methodist preacher (Clancy Brown - Gargoyles, Pet Sematary 2, Cowboys & Aliens) on the one hand and on the other an insecure young man (Nick Stahl - Sin City, Terminator 3). After his mother's death the young man, Ben Hawkings by name, joins a moving carnival show (complete with strippers, a freak show and carousels). The two men are connected through prophetic dreams and special powers of the heavenly and hellish kind.
Other notable characters are the mysterious carnival boss Samson (Michael J. Anderson – Mulholland Dr., Twin Peaks) who does his best to lead Hawkings in the right direction, and the young and unwilling fortune teller Sofie (the amazing Clea DuVall - Faculty, Ten Inch Hero, Heroes) whose wishes mainly extend to finding a way out of the carnie life.

Personally, the whole Heaven vs. Hell is getting quite old after eight seasons of Supernatural but strangely enough I still enjoy it thanks to all that's surrounds that core. The relationships between people are complicated and often quite incestuous like it is in small tightly knit groups of people. What also struck me as positive was the fact that nothing is romanticized or particularly glamorous.
I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is but the series remind me of Firefly. It has something to do with the music. And the dirt.
Oh, the dirt.

Saturday, 24 December 2011

♥ Christina Hendricks

I can't stop adoring this woman. You too? Visit this tumblr.

This thing Christmas

I’ve got opinions about most things. People who know me also know that. Due to that I feel like I need to have opinions about Christmas as well.

Here goes:
Christmas was supposed to be about the celebration of the birth of Christ with the slight problem being that all evidence points to Jesus having been born in the spring while the heathens (that would be us Northerners as opposed to the enlightened Southerners in Europe) celebrated Winter Solstice right about this time of year. The heathens, like so many after them, had to be taught the proper ways. To make things easier for them the bigwigs in Christendom decided to play with the timeline a little bit (like they hadn’t done that before) and suddenly Christ was born on Christmas Day! Tadaaaaaa!

These days Christmas isn’t so much about spreading the supposed love of Jesus, but instead about who bought the biggest and priciest presents, or who did the most cooking, threw the biggest party, or has the biggest family. Add a fat old dude in a white beard and red suit (a version of Santa originally created by Coca Cola Company I might include) and voila; you’ve got yourself a commercialized pagan/Christian/capitalist holiday.

To me, religion has become quite problematic. It’s a thorn in my side because in the end it limits people and holds back identity development. Philosopher John Stuart Mill said that without deviant and dissident thoughts we could never make progress (in his book “On Liberty” from 1859). I strongly believe that if God created humankind “He” also intended there to be diversity.
So screw trolls and haters; I’m going to light a candle, have some mulled wine and fight my relatives for some ham without giving Jesus (or any other religious character for that matter) a single thought.

Happy Holidays to Everyone!

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Yellow buns

I’m always a bit wary of trying out new recipes because deep within I’m still, just like I'm still a small child, afraid of a failed and inedible result. But lo and behold! Can’t keep my hands off these babies, can I? 

Saffron buns with vanilla filling. They’re delicious; I’ve had four today.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Thursday, 15 December 2011

All you need is friendship

I've been having tea, saffron buns and toffee with the delectable Lucy and yes, I really do feel better now that I've spewed some of that bitterness out. So much better in fact that I need to post a picture of myself proving that I'm ok.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

The love-life

This describes my love-life. In case you're interested.

It makes me a little... bitter. And a little... tense.

Poll Results: Piercings... or tattoos?

Of my voters 62% favoured the answer both piercings and tattoos: very good for me, very good indeed. So there we have it: someone having both piercings and tattoos is sexier than the other options.


Ever read Grimm Fairy Tales from Zenescope Entertainment? No? I think you should. If you’re over 18 that is, because the horror comics that I’m talking about include nudity, hints to sex and rape, bad language and lots and lots of blood. It’s a new take on the classic fairytales like Red Riding Hood, The Pied Piper and Rapunzel and last but not least Alice in Wonderland. Innovative and sexy; fairy tales for grownups. Of course, it’s the kind of fairy tale intended for the generic man  - the women all wear skimpy outfits (think: “sexy” Halloween)  and the men are all manly men with chest-hair and big... swords. 

Problem is that I really like it when Alice turns out to be badass or the princess in The Frog Prince is a mean, selfish bitch. Or, for that matter, when the pigs in Three Little Pigs get slaughtered because they’re not really as diligent as in the original tale – they get what was coming. It’s a refreshing wind into the all black and white fairy tale landscape.

But they weren’t really the reason to why I’m posting because I took the advice of a few friends and started watching Grimm. The TV show. Most of my favourite series won’t be airing again until the beginning of January and Game of Thrones not until April so I need something to waste my time on.
Grimm is a cop drama with a fantasy twist. In modern Portland, Oregon, the cop Nick Burkhardt inherits the ability to see supernatural creatures inspired by the Grimm’s Fairy Tales and is tasked to hunt them down and rid the world of their terror. So basically, it’s Supernatural but with cops.
So far, I like the story but not the visuals. So I'm not overly impressed to say the least.

I couldn't stand Grimm for more than seven episodes. I found it boring and crudely made all the way through by then. Not a single character scooped me up and intrigued me. I had high hopes for Monroe (the Wieder Blutbad that helps our dear detective) but he couldn't make up for the negative things.
Sorry folks.

Monday, 12 December 2011

Guilty Pleasure: Moulin Rouge

I included a picture of Nostalgia Critic in my Comedy post which meant that I just happened to feel that perhaps I should see what he’s been up to lately. A musical it turned out. Weird. But still good and explains why a useless movie like Moulin Rouge have become some sort of phenomenon within the musical genre. I’ll return to that in another post.

And while we’re on the subject of my posts; I realized that most of my Hutt’s Little School of Movie Genres posts include only men. I recommend movies made by men, with men, usually for men. I apologize for that and promise to better myself and include some female actors and directors when possible. My problem is that I identify to a much larger extent with male characters. I identify with Han Solo, not Leia. With Shaun, not Liz. With Bishop or Hudson, not Ellen Ripley (did identify with Vasquez though, she’s mean... and hot).
I humbly beg for forgiveness.

Until next time.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

The Hutt’s Little School of Movie Genres: Comedy

It's time for the third installment of The Hutt’s Little School of Movie Genres and we've gathered this time to talk about Comedy.

This genre is deliberately designed to provoke laughter or amusement in the audience with slightly or very exaggerated situations, relationships and characters. Most often a comedy puts emphasis on being light-hearted but there is the odd exception of political or social commentary.
Comedy also includes romantic comedy, action comedy, slapstick, black comedy, satire and parody. Generally, comedies have happy endings except for black comedy (just consider how Burn After Reading and Fargo ends).

If you google “comedy movie” you’ll find a huge variety of different movies and actors, there’s an ocean deep enough to get lost and drown in. So get out there in the wide oceans and follow the advice of Dory: just keep swimming.

Jim Carrey (in tutu below), Tina Fey and Eddie Murphy are obviously huge modern actors in this genre while Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton completely owned the silent film era. 

To me, the buddy duo Nick Frost and Simon Pegg is unbeatable (and their director buddy Edgar Wright is gold, which is why they're all three in the bed below). Woody Allen has been a huge director within the rom-com genre (though not so big with me) while Kevin Smith is a personal favourite comedy director of mine.

Movies I’d recommend:
Withnail & I, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Kate & Leopold, The Great Dictator, Run Fatboy Run, Love and Other Disasters, A Night at the Opera, Hot Fuzz, Fight Club, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Ace Ventura – Pet Detective, A Fish Called Wanda, When Harry Met Sally, Shaun of the Dead, Clerks, Some Like It Hot, The Big Lebowski, Groundhog Day, Chasing Amy, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Paul, Sherlock Jr. (1924).

Friday, 9 December 2011

To be called a woman

Source: Andrej Daily

Sometimes you have to question why things are the way they are.

Godless heathens

Sarkasm - Religion 1-0

I really love USA when they're campaigning. And Youtube for providing it to me half-way across the globe.

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Because I'm a nerd - hallelujah!

Because I can distance myself from my own person I can post pictures like the one below. Three years ago I wouldn’t be caught dead in any other colour than black but the truth is that I like colour. I just don’t think I look good in it.
Now I wouldn’t be caught dead giving a fuck about that.

I've got Legos in my earlobes. And Captain America on my t-shirt. And glasses. And no, I wouldn't mind another buscuit. Now that’s something.

Where's my tea?

Monday, 5 December 2011

Youtube your way to small victories

I'm not one to roam the realms of Youtube very often and have come to understand that I'm missing out on a few things now and then. Like memes. It was just yesterday that I actually found out what "Nyan Cat" is. It's been all over the place but I just couldn't bring myself to give enough of a fuck to check it out. And what's with all those weird faces? Distorted smileys? WHAT'S THE POINT OF IT?!!
The drummer has a point though; Orihime should be beaten with a baseball bat. Guess why I stopped watching Bleach.
At a second watch I also laughed at the Trololo song, llamas, the Rick Roll, pedo bear, double rainbow, banana phone, badgers, awesome faces, keyboard cat and other Youtube scourges (Rebecca Black included).

Thank you Jimmy. This is funny.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Damn you IMDb

I was doing some reading up on Firefly on IMDb and so stumbled upon the information that if I like Firefly I might like... Space - Above and Beyond from 1995.
Like, omg, it's awful. The pilot is 1,5 hours long and I've only got that far but the level of pretentiousness was driving me insane. They can't possibly have thought that it was a good idea. It's pure 90's CGI (hideous) and fashion (appalling) and with all them $5 000 000 per episode I don't see how that can be.

Oh well.
I'll just watch Cowboys & Aliens again. Much better.