2013 - a year full of... cats?

I usually do this thing at the end of every year where I go through the events of the passed year. This year will not be an exception but seeing as I haven't written much this year nor done much else than sleep and work I'll just feed you a few anecdotes and pictures with captions. Enjoy. Or not.
Oh and if you're just looking for some of my favourite tv shows, films and books of the year skip to the end. Keep scrolling.

The beginnings of a new year...:

My old friend Torsten and I spent New Year's Day of 2013 together. He turned 17 this year and is still one of the most opinionated teenagers I've ever met. I'm hungover in the picture, I'm sure, but Torsten doesn't mind. It only guarantees him lots of cuddles. We love cuddles.

Spring's here:

I was a pink Yip Yip Martian for the Scnadinavian Sci-Fi, Game & Film Convention and got attack-hugged by a very happy Spiderman. I'm not sure how I ended up in this situation. Ok, I'm lying. It's all L's fault. He's in the blue Yip Yip costume. We were awesome.

All summer long:
Summer arrived late but it came in like a wrecking ball, ripping people's clothes off as it went. No, really. I love how the whole of Gothenburg acts whenever the sun comes out. All these half naked hipsters, punks, metalheads and rockers with their tattoos - eye candy galore.

I was in love with my piercing. And my hat. All the hipster in this picture is hurting my eyes.
I got back to enjoying handicrafts which delights me to no end because creating things is a great pleasure but hasn't held that kind of attraction to me in a long while.

So I completed things for my medieval outfits while I had the inspiration. Check out my purse! It's got tassels!

We crazy Swedes often enjoy our Midsummer's Eves with a large side of alcohol. Attending a party at a friend's place meant I was stealing his tiara at every chance I had. He's got the prettiest things. And the loveliest of shoes and glittery dresses.

Autumn is summer's end:
2013 was the year of my return to the Medieval Week on Gotland and it was much better than I could ever have imagined. On the first night after I had blatantly stolen a hat from one of the landsknecht, I picked up a Steampunk Pirate to share a nightly stroll with. Only later did I realise that the pirate and I could have advanced to a more horisontal position in my bunk but hey, I was having a hoot and a half nontheless. I returned the hat. I drank enough beer to drown a fish. On the last night I located and snogged a bearded knight with amazing hair. In all fairness, I must admit it to be a week to cherish in memory.

Here, have a picture of His Fluffyness Mus-Ingvar.

It was an unusually warm September. Lovely.

Oh, and I turned 25. Blergh.

Qwertee is my new favourite thing to throw money at. It speaks to me. Though I ask you to ignore the ring I'm wearing in the picture; I use it at work to scare off the creeps by pretending that I'm engaged (the feminist in me is crying over the fact that the only thing that can scare the creeps off is the potential threat of my fake partner). To everyone else it's a silver ring with the One Ring engraving.

L adopted a Maine Coon and after spending hours in shock over how fucking HUGE this feline creature is I couldn't stop petting him. He makes a great pillow.

We've reached the end - December:
A busy month for me. I got started on my new tattoo but with a great deal left for another sitting I'll rather not bore you with the details just yet. As you probably have already figured out I'm planning my next tattoo as I write. It might be painful to get a tattoo but there's nothing like the pleasure of having it done.
It was finally time for my return to Belfast. My friend L got to see Belfast in all its glory. Bombs and all. Yeah, I'm serious. We're the kind of freaks that enjoy visiting cathedrals so we went for a tour to St. Anne's Cathedral and later the same day a small bomb detonated nearby. Luckily we were happily drinking our tea back at the hostel at that point. I was pleased nontheless because my inner beer nerd was overjoyed with all the locally produced ale I poured down my gullet.

Back at the Parlour at last.

Once back I continued my life as usual but I was a pair of pink pig slippers and a Cookie Monster onesie richer.

In conclusion:

Happy New Year!

I move on with my life with my boy band haircut still in place, but with a larger library, a new piercing and more ink. 2013 held no greater surprises in my life and looking back at it I can't really find anything that stands out among all the rest. It was a bleak year to be quite honest and I make no resolutions or promises facing the next one. 2013 was in retrospect the year when nothing considerable changed.

But what about the films and books?
2013 wasn't even that much of an amazing cinema experince. Quite a lot of disappointments to be fair as I had waited a few years for some of the titles (Riddick, Kick-Ass 2, The Wolverine, Star Trek Into Darkness among others) but if I had to recommend you anything I'd tell you to give Now You See Me, Monster's University, The World's End, Iron Man 3 and Pacific Rim a chance. Like previously stated, nothing mind-blowingly awesome but entertaining at the least.
Even Doctor Who lost all of its charm and I have no fucks left to give about the fate of the Doctor now that Moffat has completely taken over the show. Sadly, nearly the same goes for my old favourites Supernatural and Sons of Anarchy - by now I'm just too invested in the characters to stop watching. The third season of Game of Thrones came and went. Instead of lingering on this misery, I watched and rewatched what there is of the second season of Elementary and welcomed Dracula with Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Almost Human with Karl Urban and Michael Ealy to my weekly schedule. Sleepy Hollow was a fresh wind. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't. The instant success of Orange is the New Black was well deserved and I'm on pins and needles for the next season.
As we arrive at the subject of the books I've plowed through this past year, there are a couple of titles I'd like to give the praise they deserve: I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan, Hyperion by Dan Simmons and the Johannes Cabal series by Jonathan L. Howard. They're excellent if you like a good story with an unexpected ending.

Yeah. Basically.

Pimping the skin you're in - Part V

I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive and kicking while reality is kicking back at me with a vengeance. I'm working the busiest time of year right now as well as writing my bachelor thesis. My way of dealing with all this stress is treating myself to a shitload of things. Things like a new computer and a new tattoo. I realise that I really don't have time for anything outside of work and school and that's the exact reason to why I'm shipping off to Dublin and Belfast for a week from Sunday. It's another way of treating myself to something and at the same time slide away from my responsibilities. Already I know that I will fail to write my best friend her Xmas story, something I've been doing for many years in exchange for her artwork. And it sucks to know this. I'm hoping that I'll find the rest of the Xmas gifts I need in Dublin or Belfast and still have time left to drink a beer or two and eat some chips. Maybe even consider my thesis and come up with something halfway intelligent.

The computer is working just fine and the tattoo is healing up nicely.

"I love tattooed women, maybe because they are uncontrollable, they are themselves to the point of drawing symbols of their power on their skin. Talk about owning your own body, being in your body, claiming yourself. I love it. When the world is in an uproar over whether women should have a choice or not when it comes to their own bodies, being tattooed is one of the most visible choices of all."

- Margaret Cho

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On a completely different note - if you want to listen to something very random and pretty damn funny you should take s stab at Welcome to Nightvale. To the delight of all students out there with a tight budget, it's free for everyone to stream and listen to. Have fun!

Angel is disturbing

I'm doing a rewatch of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the brand new reactions I'm having so far are disturbing considering how much I used to appreciate the show. If you're wondering - Yes, overanalyzing has become a thing for me.
I'm halfway through season three now and Buffy is really being punished for everything she does! For instance...

• Buffy sleeps with Angel for the first time - he turns into a monster, ridicules her and tries to kill her.
• Buffy dresses a certain way - she gets called a slut and is told by teachers and the principal it's her fault when she's sexually assaulted by some dudebro on the swim team.
• She feels powerless about her situation (you know the one where she's the Slayer who was destined to die at 16 to save everyone on the planet...) - she gets screamed at and told she's oversensitive and should just suck it up.
• She runs away because she wants to protect her friends and needs time to process killing Angel - she gets screamed at and told she's stupid as she returns to Sunnydale. Noone asks her how she's been, how she feels or what happened to make her leave.
• When Angel comes back and Buffy hides him - they actually ask her what right she has to love him. Again with the yelling at her.
• Buffy's mum! Holy hell, all the times that she talks about wanting a "normal dauther" instead of a Slayer... Sometimes, it's an excellent metaphor for a child coming out as LGBT to their parents but after a while it gets old. Old as balls.

This coming from the people that are supposed to be her friends and family. Her Scooby Gang. They are being dicks to her. No wonder she doesn't want to share her thoughts with them. Though I have to say, for being a 16-year-old she's taking it pretty well.
Also, Buffy is 15 the first time Angel sees her and falls in love with her instantly. He's 270! AND he follows her around everywhere she goes. Creepy much? (Come to think of it, it's not much better than Twilight when you read it like this, is it?)
Another problem with Buffy is something most tv shows suffer from; all main characters are white and if there are any non-white characters they're most probably antagonists or small side characters and gets killed off quickly.

The only character that I fully and completely adore is Oz. Galloping gargoyles, again with me falling for the werewolf. Tss.

More gifts

I love my family. They know me. For my birthday I only had one wish and that was to have a big family dinner. Not only did I get one kick ass dinner but Moo-Ma thought it would be a great idea to buy me some greyish green wool fabric for my next moybog project (a tight-fitting 1400th century kirtle with buttoned sleeves and lacing in the front). Brother dearest gave me a book on the history of the golden beverage of beer (and I had a light read-through while drinking the beverage of which the book spoke). My sister proved to me that the situation could only get better by giving me homemade lemonade, jam and bread. It was beautiful. And as if that wasn't good enough a friend of mine gave me a 7 foot long tablet woven band! Oh the joy!

"Life is a combination of magic and pasta." - Federico Fellini

Me and my boy band haircut

Well, of course I started researching my next medieval costume project instead of sitting down on my big behind for a few hours to catch up on my school reading. My boy band haircut and I wished for the weekend to last longer. “Ugh” I moan as I yet again let my eyes only slightly slide over the pile of books I should read until next week’s exam. “Ugh” I repeat as I realise that I only have one week left until that stupid exam that a great portion of last year’s class failed miserably.  Like the idiot I am I’ve spent too much time on Tumblr and too little time actually reading books that hold information I’ll need for school. I’ve been reading, but the entirely wrong sort of literature as neither Harry Potter nor A Feast for Crows will help me write my bachelor thesis. (Not this time at least.)

“Fuck it” I whisper as I reblog another picture of Tom Hiddleston.

Cake overload

There was too much cake. I have yet to recover from the chocolate mousse death cake I bought for my b-day this last Wednesday. As far as birthday gifts goes I've been in luck; three birthday cards sneaked their way in to my mailbox, a green little package contained a book (The Sherlock Holmes school of Self-Defence by E.W. Barton-Wright) and together with a pint of magnificent beer that I didn't have to pay for at the pub I was handed a pair of moustached braces (or suspenders, depending on which kind of English you're using). Three different people that definitely knew what would cheer me up.

And I used to be so nice

I'm not entirely certain when it happened but somewhere along the way I became a very boring person. I used to be able to turn the most boring of days into a rather entertaining blog post.

The reason to why I suddenly came to this conclusion was that I’ve been spending the last half an hour reading through old blog posts of mine and marvel at how well I used to describe my life with help of a little humour and lots of sarcasm. Compared to how I was back then I’m a really nasty piece of work now. A plausible explanation could be that I’ve got a taste of the kind of life I don’t quite like; routine and boredom. And I put off the things I know will lift my spirits in favour of doing all those other... adult things. Personally, I think it’s the backside of reading so much for school – it puts me down.

Could this be a part of a quarter-life crisis? My birthday’s tomorrow. Good thing there's cake. Thank the gods for cake!

"If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!" - J.M. Barrie

Female geek role models

There is sexualisation going on in all subcultures so I'm so very sorry geeks and nerds but we're just as guilty to this as everyone else. Don't you dare think that we are any better than other subcultures. You can find plenty of examples of awesome female role models in pop culture as well. We're not perfect but that only means that we can get better.

Oh for heaven's sake...

Are there any words for my anger about there being so many plans for so many superhero movies but still no talk whatsoever about a superheroine movie? No Wonder Woman in sight. No Superwoman. No Bat Girl. No She-Hulk. No Spider Woman. I weep as I read through the cast of X-Men: Days of Future Past and find only six women. Where are all the superheroines??! And don't talk to me about there being "no interest for that" because there is! There is a fan base! There is demand! And if, for some reason, you don't think that there are any heroines that could hold up their own movie then at least make sure that women are  properly represented in movies where they group heroes and heroines together. Black Widow had the third most amount of screen time in the Avengers, behind only Iron Man and Captain America and we loved it! We loved seeing an interesting and strong heroine for once. Well, I did at least.

So NOOOOO, there are no words available in any the two languages I speak that could describe all of my anger.

Champagne for my hard work?

I bought myself an expensive champagne (real champagne, mind you, the stuff from France) as motivation to finish my bachelor thesis once and for all. It's going to be an unimaginable joy to pop that bottle open in January... March.

Not so amused about uni

First day back at uni and I'm not the least bit enthusiastic about my schedule. It's packed full of... things... and stuff I'll have to do. I don't approve. I want to continue reading Harry Potter and maybe have that seventh cup of lovely tea. What I don't want is to read another word about how to write my bachelor thesis accompanied only by a fifth mug of coffee. Which, by the way, will make sure that I can't sleep for another 12 hours.

Again with these f-ing buttons

I'm working on a new project.

Well, in all honesty, it's an old project I'm remaking simply because the idea got stuck in my mind and wouldn't let go. I want this old surcôte of mine to be more British 1370's and less of the 1100's that it used to be. Just like last time it's a bitch to stitch but since I know how awesome it's going to look I also know it's going to worth every hour I spend on it.

This yellow thing right here. Looked pretty good. But I never wore it because it doesn't go with anything else in my medieval wardrobe.

So after unpicking the front seam I lined it with linen and hand sewed 42 buttonholes and as we speak I'm attaching the buttons. After I'm done with that I'm moving on to make slits that will serve as pockets of sorts. As this is the second layer and my belt goes on the first layer I'll be able to reach in through the slits and fetch things out of my purses. This was apparently very popular in fashion in Britain in the 1360's to 1390's and it looks absolutely dashing! Which is of course why I'd like to mimic the style.

Now, back to the buttons. All these f-ing buttons.

Instant reaction to: SH - Revelation

Well. That was unusually bad. And I really mean that.
I liked the first Silent Hill movie and not only because Sean Bean was in it but it had that genuinely eerie feel to it in addition to good music. In this second movie to the Silent Hill franchise it gets really bad. Not even the music makes it worthwhile.

Whenever I see Sean Bean I expect him to die at any point because that’s what usually happens, and having Kit Harington in the same movie just means that I have no less than two actors from Game of Thrones - subsequently I expect someone to tell Harington that he knows nothing.
In a fake American accent of course.

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want anyone who actually quite liked the first movie to have any hope in liking the second one. It will disappoint you greatly.
You have been warned.

On the subject of the 12th Doctor

Of course, he doesn't have a good REAL suggestion for a female Doctor which brings his score down a few notches. But he's still kind of funny.

PB & J toast

Did you guys know that hand sewn fabric buttons look a bit like little squids?

And these are the big ones for the front of the wool kirtle. Twenty of them. Other than these, I've got smaller buttons for the arms, seventeen so far but I need at least nine more. At least. They're a total bitch to stitch. And don't even get me started on the linen dress with the lacing holes and everything. Ugh.

On the other hand, I recieved my new books on medieval fashion today. One of the two is on English fashion of the 14th century and I'm thrilled. Lots and lots of photos of illuminated manuscripts. Yeah. Definite nerd.

Sorry, I'm time-travelling

I'm sorry for leaving you guys hanging but I've been stitching lacing holes for a linen dress I'm making while also making fabric buttons for a wool dress that I'm also making. This means that my interest in medieval fashion has finally caught up to me in time to finish some new outfits for The Medieval Week on Gotland. I didn't go last year because after seven consecutive years I was feeling a little tired of it all and frankly, I didn't like that feeling. This year is very different because I really want to go. I want to wander around the beautiful town of Visby, wear my dresses, listen to the kind of music that makes my foot start tapping involutarily. I want to drink Kapitelhusgården's beer with my friends, I want to smell like burning wood for weeks and I want to saunter around the marketplace just to feel the scents of candied almonds and different foods. Oh, the overpriced food. Oh, saffron pancakes.

Fictional characters ruin lives

As presented by Dan:

 

So damn accurate.

Les Mis

Am I going to get a pitchfork to the face if I say that I didn't like Les Misérables? Nah.

New Doctor

I'm going to be completely honest with you - I'm happy that Matt Smith is leaving the Doctor Who project after the 50th Anniversary. Personally, I never warmed up to him as the Doctor. Now I'll have to wait for the announcement of the next Doctor like everyone else but I find myself not caring too much. I vote for either Idris Elba or Lucy Liu (even though a British actress might be better). But knowing that Steven Moffat stays on worries me. If they cast a female to be the Doctor this regeneration Moffat might make a mess of everything and leave this regeneration to writhe in fandom hate for one season as proof that you can't have a female Doctor. It hurts me. A Doctor of colour would make me infinitely happy though.

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EDIT: And so they cast Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor. Though I think it'll be great but I still want Moffat off Doctor Who. A female Doctor? A Doctor of colour? Better luck next time, mate.

Happy Towel Day!

Happy 1st birthday D3!

If you play Diablo 3 today, this first anniversary of the release of the game, you'll get a treasure and magic find bonus. So go play now, all of you! The game is still quite shitty but there might be some good loot around.

Improvement

Soooo... I'm watching Jericho and just had an awkward realisation. Flashforward is actually like the improved version of Jericho. I keep getting these feelings of déjà vu every single episode. Too bad Jericho got two seasons while Flashforward only got one. I mean, Flashforward had Dominic Monaghan. That should be enough to deserve a second season, wouldn't you think?

Favourite obsessions

Game of Thrones is on tonight. Not that I can see it tonight. I'll have to wait until tomorrow which means that I'll watch it after work.
Sorry for the GoT posts but it's my favourite pastime as none of my plans are going as well as I hoped.
What's happening in my life? Not much.
I've tried watching some new tv shows to keep my mind off things. Luther, Jericho and The Dresden Files are those I will want to keep watching (Dresden mostly because I've read some of the books - entertaining but not amazing). The others I've simply forgotten all about after watching some tedious pilot which didn't catch my attention at all. 
I've also tried out a new piercing. This time: nasal septum. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would and as I look back at the last four weeks of healing it feels good. Now, not only do I have short hair and a certain love for hats, shiny shoes and plaid shirts but also a facial piercing. I'm so hipster it hurts. Dammit. Too bad I can't grow a moustache to go with my incredible glasses.
On the other hand, I've miscalculated the amount of fabric I would need for a dress I was making for The Medieval Week which means that I don't have enough to actually finish it which sucks. Balls.
Tonight someone stole my booked laundry time and I didn't even have the energy to fight so I just gave up and went for a walk. Not like me in the least.

I live for my own cooking - I'm an excellent chef but have also realised that enjoying food is so much easier when I'm treating someone else to dinner.

We Do Not Sow

Oh dear Lord, after last night's episode of Game of Thrones I'm having all these Theon Greyjoy feels and nowhere to put them. Poor, poor little Theon.

Peter Hollens' voice

Peter Hollens is one of those freakishly talented men that shows up a little now and then on my feed on Tumblr and/or Facebook whenever he's made a new song. Thus was the case when he did some of his a capella magic based on Skyrim (x & x), Game of Thrones and The Hobbit but I think my favourite so far is his original song Sleepwalking. Enjoy.



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Ok. I give in. This one is awesome too.

Wooooooah...!

Have I mentioned how much I love Game of Thrones? I haven't? I should. God damn... Season three was worth the wait. I'm so in love with this show. It's magic. The books too. They're fantastic.

You're all beautiful

True words. So don't forget to be awesome.

Riding the bus like a baws

Riding the bus is never as awesome as when I've got this baby booming in my headphones. Actually, to tell the truth, everything is way more awesome when this shuffles past.

Books I found... rather disappointing. Pt.3.

Exit to Eden by Anne Rice under the pseudonym of Anne Rampling

   What’s the thing with pseudonyms if everyone knows who you are? On the other hand, to write this kind of BDSM erotica in the 80’s when you’re known for writing vampire novels you’ll need a pseudonym. Back then it might even have been a big secret as to who stood behind the name of Rampling.

   But I know what you’re thinking, Fifty Shades of Gray right? This is nothing of the sort because while Fifty Shades is nothing more than sexual violence, Exit to Eden is much of actual BDSM. “Consensual adults” are our key words here.

[WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SPOILERS]

   The book starts out really interesting when we meet Lisa, the head dominatrix of an exclusive BDSM resort called The Club, and Elliot, a man whose interest in things that scare him has pointed him in the direction of wanting to become a sex slave at The Club. To his great joy, The Club chooses him for a contract and Lisa can’t pass on the chance to train him. There’s undeniable chemistry between the two that intensifies throughout the book and finally leads to love.

   Whereas I thought that since Lisa is the Dom and Elliot the Sub in this story, quite opposite the normative male-female relationship, the story might turn gender stereotypes on end and challenge them a bit. At first it did when Lisa had the upper hand... and the whip. On the island. And then I started to notice little things that made all the differences. As a very small but, to me, irritating example: Rice uses the words “cock” and “sex” to describe genitals. Cock is okay, but vagina/pussy isn’t? Dude! Female genitals aren’t any more hush-hush than male or any other gender’s. Further into the book as Lisa and Elliot’s feelings develop we notice how Lisa is described in continuously weaker terms and normatively feminine words. In short, she goes from fierce Dominatrix to emotional girl.

   I was disappointed.

   Of course, at the end Lisa breaks apart due to her newfound love and shows her true and weak self to the strong and manly Elliot. I’m not joking, there’s a scene where a panicking and crying Lisa locks herself up in a bathroom because of a cockroach and Elliot has to kick down the door (after having been a complete asshole to her) to get her out at all.

   After all, Exit to Eden turns out to be ruled by stereotypes. At the end Lisa herself confirms that she’s ashamed about her sexual desires and what she does at The Club – it embarrasses her to be a sexual creature with sexual desires , even more so because it’s got to do with BDSM. It’s heartbreaking for me to find a book that pose as non-normative but turns out to confirm the myth about the chaste woman and the man as driven by his sexual desires.

[SPOILERS END.]

   In short, Exit to Eden is a nicely written book that starts off well but dives right down into a deep pothole of stereotypes and normative values. But I find a shimmer of light in my distress and that is that throughout the book you’ll never find a bad word about the BDSM lifestyle nor anything less than completely consenting adults. That comforts me.

Vikings?

Every time there's a new movie or tv show about "vikings" I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed. It's mostly because there'll be hundreds of mistakes in their timeline: wrong clothes, wrong living conditions and cultural expressions, wrong religion, just wrong wrong wrong. Most of the time it'll be a veritable pick'n'mix of elements from between 900 AD to 1400 AD and it annoys me - like they couldn't be bothered to do a better job.
I'll be back with a verdict on this new show that premiered this month.

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EDIT:
How about no? I barely got past the first episode. It was just so booooring! Not to mention that as soon as I noticed that the story's supposed to be acted out around 790 AD I thought back to what I'd seen of the show before. Hadn't I seen monks flash past in the trailer for the show? Yes I had. Christian missionaries didn't come to Scandinavia until around 829 AD. There were no monastaries until the 1100's. I called BS and I'll let others enjoy it. I won't.

Books I found... rather disappointing. Pt.2.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.

   I’ll give it to you straight – it’s glorified nonsense. It’s passionate to extremes and exaggerated to absurdity. Of course, I can definitely see how a reclusive stay-at-home daughter such as Emily could get bored to the point where dreaming and writing of passionate feelings and everlasting love is her only refuge. The narrative is great, mind you, it’s the characters I can’t stand. None of them invoked any kind of empathy with me and the only reason to why I read it to the end was because I just wanted to know what was so special with this book to make it an obvious choice to put on a books-you-must-read kind of list. Every single thing these characters uttered to each other was hateful and mean.

   It’s apparently a classic so inevitably someone will at some point tell you to read it and please, by all means, do! But I won’t pass on an opportunity to tell you what I thought about it.

   I wouldn't put it on a must-read-in-your-lifetime list.

Books I found... rather disappointing. Pt.1.

Anger Management for Beginners by Giles Coren.

   I have reached the conclusion that Giles Coren is an asshat. Granted, he’s a quite handsome and eloquent asshat but an asshat nonetheless.

   As I’ve finished his book Anger Management for Beginners I’ve learnt all those things about Mr. Coren that I really didn’t want to know after enjoying Supersizers as much as I did. Aside from what I already did know - that he’s a columnist for The Times, a food critic and general misanthrope - I’ve gotten to know plenty of other things that just can’t be unlearnt and doesn’t really speak to his benefit.

   Anger Management for Beginners is the kind of books that could vent your anger for you. If you wake up one day and feel terribly angry because you absolutely loathe airports, there’s a chapter about that which you can read (chapter 2: Travel), have a laugh and hopefully not murder someone when you get to said airport. I can gladly admit that I giggled like a mad person when reading some of the book (for example chapter 5: The Boat Race is a hoot) but regretfully those few chapters or parts of chapters can’t weigh up to the ones I found truly offensive and sometimes even going against the general public good - like the chapter where Coren explains that a real man doesn’t wear a cycling helmet but would rather die or the chapters in which he explains that he hates fat people to the point where he’s certain that the statement “fat and happy” just can’t be and feels that anorexia is better by far.

   Coren’s hate is inexhaustible and seemingly unstoppable and it’s applicable to most things, but to me it just seems like he’s infinitely bitter, in acute need of some self-distance and a calming cup of tea. Also, he should maybe keep to being a food critic and only that. I still love Supersizers.

Going crazy for more Sherlock

Dear Sherlockians, our wait is coming to an end. The production of season three of BBC's Sherlock is finally coming to a start with the read-throughs and Benedict Cumberbatch is growing his Sherlock hair back.

LQL

So. This year's tickets to San Diego Comic Con sold out in something like 15 minutes. Unbelievable! At least I wasn't hoping on getting any tickets this year.
In other news, yes you will be getting something alike a book review quite soon. I can't keep quiet about this one.

I got nothing

Once again I will go on to tell you guys that I'm recovering my conscience from the sewers of my own brain. I'm trying to go through the unread books of my library and maybe I'll give you a hint as to what I'm reading but I can tell you it's been a few books since I found out that I don't qualify for the university course I thought I'd take this March. And so I'm out of school until September and will until then try and be a little more active around this blog. But, until then here's a gif of me getting out of bed:

Screw this

I am now going to watch a sad movie so that I can cry uncontrollably while pretending it's not really about my miserable existence. Tomorrow I'll be the one with the swollen red eyes trying to explain to my boss that yes indeed I would love to extend my contract, yessir, I would.

Stay nerdy everyone, and Don't Forget to be Awesome.

On the Scale of Self Esteem

I guess I'd be somewhere off the scale to the right of Dean Winchester though I wish every night that I'll wake up as Zaphod Beeblebrox. Two heads, three arms and all of that glorious attitude. He's so hip he can barely see over his own pelvis.
I think I'm feeling a re-read of The Hitchhiker coming on.

Getting away from Reality

Above is one of many many many great scenes from Black Books. But why can't I get to hide from life and its minions underneath a table with a good book and a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster? I could use that right now.

Now there's a beauty

Fight Club is one of my favourite movies of all time and this poster you see below really inspired some feelings of nostalgia when I saw it. And reminded me that I need to do a rewatch. Again. I had a habit of watching this whenever I had a high fever and since I haven't had a spell of high fever in a while... Well, no luck. Just try it yourselves and tell me it doesn't carry a certain appeal.

Source: minimalmovieposters.tumblr.com via Bettina on Pinterest

DON'T PANIC

I've got 3 hours left until deadline and need some 200 more words for that hellish essay. I haven't slept properly since friday and am feeling more than a bit pressured at this point. I sure as hell shouldn't sit here and oogle through Tumblr again. My brain is still missing and I know this is going to be pure disasaster. It's not the end of the world to be honest, I could write some complementary words once I get the essay back with comments but... yeah. When will I learn though?

Die William, die...

Every damn time I watch The Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl I think to myself "this is some amazing music" but  then I get frustrated and think "why can't William Turner just get on with it and DIE?!?" It would have solved the issue with the two incredibly useless sequels.
Just sayin'.

What. The. Hell.

I just realized I have no clue what I'm doing.

Essays again

End of the semester and two days until I have to hand in a short essay. I'm writing about the importance of gender in the genocide of Rwanda 1994. Very uplifting stuff, eh? That's why I'm spending ridiculous amounts of time on Tumblr and watching Disney movies. I'm just going to ignore it for a while longer.

Lets forget 2012, Happy New 2013.

So.
It's 2013 now.

2012 was the year...

• ...I moved to Gothenburg.
• ...I had 14 866 visitors to this blog. Impressive, eh?
• ...that I discovered Doctor Who and Sherlock and thereby had my life enriched.
• ...I discovered new friends.
• ...I became a Tumblr addict. It. Never. Ends. I can't even...
• ...one of my best friends and I went to New York together to celebrate our decade of friendship.
• ...I cut my hair off and loved it.
• ...Diablo III was released, I got it and I wasn't very impressed. I'm still playing occasionally and am still not impressed.
• ...I got a new job.
• ...I became an aunt for the third time in my life.
• ...I didn't go to The Medieval Week on Gotland.
• ...my tattoo got a little bigger.
• ...I started following the awesome John and Hank Green on Youtube (Vlogbrothers). DFTBA.
• ...my wait for The Hobbit finally came to an end.
• ...the world was supposed to end too but... didn't.

All in all a year like any other I suppose.

For 2013 I'd like more of everything that's good. A lot of great movies coming up this year. I've decided to go to Gotland this year because I'm actually missing all that medieval fun and it's their 30th anniversary. A bigger tattoo perhaps? Yeah. Time will tell. I'll finally get my university degree.

Stay nerdy my friends and lets make 2013 a year to remember.