tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54832248604463385612024-03-14T06:48:18.682+01:00- Defender of Nerdiness -Protecting what's nerdy in my life. Since 1988.SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.comBlogger836125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-87824402764381980042023-12-31T21:31:00.036+01:002024-01-03T23:33:01.663+01:00This was me, 2023<p><i> I entered the year with one single thought screaming though my brain like a man on fire: <b><span style="font-size: medium;">"I HOPE TO ALL THE GODS THAT THIS'LL BE THE YEAR WHEN THINGS DON'T GO TO SHIT. PLEASE AND THANK YOU."</span></b></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i>...well. I'm not dead. So I'll say that's a win at least.<br /></i><i>Whatever. Lets get down to business.</i></div><p><i> We mourn the loss of the incredible Sinéad O'Connor, Tom Wilkinson, Andre Braugher, Tina Turner, Ryan Siew, and Barry Humphries. <b>Thank you</b>, you'll be missed and you'll be remembered.</i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> As for the rest of this Year Review I'm going to keep it short and sweet because this year has been somewhat of a mental car crash with some glitter sprinkled on top to make it look appetising.</span></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnjULVkFYqn1NcqR34oYb1K4PRiFX7TJ080QyrR_QUW3BDF1qpRYhxTZHe5O3INd4ijKOFYP4lzVf97Xhte1XmT4nIqlRO47O7tlt6FoMiR634d5dDiEieZNg8X2phFg-Yv_dBIJPAL4t3yYqA4uIkZQN1V3WDtY6XLQ0m82bkZYLw7-8k0PzbyOgtAAw" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4353" data-original-width="2449" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnjULVkFYqn1NcqR34oYb1K4PRiFX7TJ080QyrR_QUW3BDF1qpRYhxTZHe5O3INd4ijKOFYP4lzVf97Xhte1XmT4nIqlRO47O7tlt6FoMiR634d5dDiEieZNg8X2phFg-Yv_dBIJPAL4t3yYqA4uIkZQN1V3WDtY6XLQ0m82bkZYLw7-8k0PzbyOgtAAw=w180-h320" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Two gingers in a mirror</i></td></tr></tbody></table><i> During the best annual bookworm event, Bokrea (book sale), a total of six new friends joined the ranks of the home library. However, because of how the economy seems set to starve us of everything beyond the bare basics of surviving, these literary friends are very nearly the only books I've managed to aquire this year. However, since I haven't had time to read as much as during the 'Rona Years this might actually be a good thing - it forces me to read what I've already accumulated.<br /></i><i> This doesn't at all mean I haven't treated myself to experiences that'll take my mind off of how terrible the world is.</i></div><p><i> Henry Rollins was punk rock personafied when I saw him perform his spoken word show, but sadly, </i><i><a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2023/03/go-home-youre-drunk.html">Dylan Moran</a> lived up to the Drunk Irishman prejudice.</i></p><p><i> 2023 was the year of me experiencing a wide array of my favourite bands; Faun, Raised Fist, Electric Cowboy, Mimikry, Ice Nine Kills, LOK, Perkele, Fit For An Autopsy and Whitechapel were all guests of my wonderfully ugly home town of Göteborg. For the first time since 2019 I was finally feeling physically safe enough to travel which meant that I not only went abroad but also went to my first ever music festival - </i><i><a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2023/06/this-fucker-right-here.html">GRASPOP</a>. It was huge. And amazing. And fantastic.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> For Midsummer my best friend threw a <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2023/06/a-very-hobbit-y-midsummer.html" target="_blank">Hobbit Party</a>, and what a party it was! We ate ourselves rotund, played games and laughed all the while enjoying each others nerdy costumes. </i><i>As for all other national holidays, and my birthday, they were nothing out of the ordinary. Still hate Krimmus.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> This year I've ended unsatisfactory relationships and made way on other, hopefully more felicitous ones. I've discovered more about myself in relation to others and taken a hit or two to the heart along the way. Honest communication and expressing my needs have been both supressed and forcefully unearthed themes that'll have to live with me and seriously develop further in the next coming year.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i><i><br /></i><i><b><u>Best of 2023 experiences:</u></b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Movies</b>: I haven't been to the cimena even once this year but I've paid through the nose for several streaming services and so I hereby give you my favourite discoveries - Bullet Train, and The Gentlemen.<br /></i><i><b>Shows</b>: "Last of Us" has had me gasping all year. Pedro Pascal is a treasure.</i><i><b>Books</b>: I read 53 books during 2023 and managed my goal of reading more litarature by non-male authors than the other way around. I was gifted Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree for Krimmus last year and the story was so sweet and tender and just lovely. "The Girl With All the Gifts" by M.R. Carey had me reading at all hours of the day in anticipation for what was going to happen next. </i><i>I continued the Between Earth and Sky series by Rebecca Roanhorse with "Fevered Star" and I loved it. I was absolutely in awe of Brian McClellans "Sins of Empire". The continuation of Wayfarers; "A Closed and Common Orbit" by Becky Chambers was fantastic and by the end a real tear-jerker.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Events</b>: I've drastically upped my amount of social interactions; parties, concerts, dates, several beer festivals, Graspop, the Midsummer Hobbit Party, a book expo, all the while also managing to consistently work out. I bettered my personal best time running a 5k and feel stronger than I've felt since I was in my early twenties.</i></div><p><i><br /></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">My hopes for 2024 are legion,</span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">but I would like it if things just worked out.</span></i></div></i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-54387727949533388072023-06-25T20:58:00.001+02:002023-06-29T21:10:50.280+02:00A very Hobbit-y Midsummer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <i>This year, for the first time since I was in my early twenties, I had enough time off from work to be able to attend some sort of Midsummer festivities without stressing myself to bits. My best friend arranged a LotR-inspired potluck in her garden for which ten happy nerds turned up. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i> </i> <i> In proper hobbit fashion we were absolutely drowning in good food and good drink. Pictured below is most of the food we had to choose from (key word: "most of"). After all the food it's Swedish tradition to play games and be silly which we obviously did with gusto and to our great joy one of the nerds had created a LotR-themed game especially for the evening - a version of "Toss the Dwarf" obvisouly. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMH8og6i9zAmgDhz33MVyYWW9LnSZlPBHGhWm8nYeWK0uUS-O33osbRI86mOD8lFon0sVPH_jl2ifUZ00KIDEXvGPVEuODWdmY1Mek5GOGcR6_9RM3Jz-5kqi5d1FMeni1YN2roqXTxu_GBJSZ8T9xoO3JzPuU7DavyLIn82KTBgtFGW1KW_0qKp4DaU/s4624/20230623_164112b.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3379" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMH8og6i9zAmgDhz33MVyYWW9LnSZlPBHGhWm8nYeWK0uUS-O33osbRI86mOD8lFon0sVPH_jl2ifUZ00KIDEXvGPVEuODWdmY1Mek5GOGcR6_9RM3Jz-5kqi5d1FMeni1YN2roqXTxu_GBJSZ8T9xoO3JzPuU7DavyLIn82KTBgtFGW1KW_0qKp4DaU/s320/20230623_164112b.jpg" width="234" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3F9AKF3GGivmpUiO8nzm9SWttaodzRPLX8qB_tcBVpZ3mgcYtPfEKzbjatJZT9hcrIya90FntQyfXxmux8cjZAgl2EOFLzxhO0G6UJENQK5J8JgsMZvEPu02ZIenTba1f33n_7YaaiCdyd27LmIlY9vlg60lj4mrka27bRveU_UCCb1fWN6dUNXkC50/s3853/20230623_165708b.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3853" data-original-width="3104" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3F9AKF3GGivmpUiO8nzm9SWttaodzRPLX8qB_tcBVpZ3mgcYtPfEKzbjatJZT9hcrIya90FntQyfXxmux8cjZAgl2EOFLzxhO0G6UJENQK5J8JgsMZvEPu02ZIenTba1f33n_7YaaiCdyd27LmIlY9vlg60lj4mrka27bRveU_UCCb1fWN6dUNXkC50/s320/20230623_165708b.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;">I'm eternally grateful for my best friend for lending us her garden to meet up - it was lovely seeing friends, dressing up and stuffing my face with good food. Some of these nerds I haven't seen since High School, but we're all still basically the same lil' nerds/misfits as back then.</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEddzx_JZ-Tx1kCrUyg6ASCzXfVsoGkGDBhzfz_vANhO-GlP2lprZkWzmTBI-zPxprlX_ot8xl3rzLjYep5NGTMe04JLztx6sqHEIgT1wbRZmnQemQ_K8xPoKm-d4R26iAZ0R5O3KxR16FwQvIthJtt9P3OutbdOnjHKEm6bnoD-Sl8kEAE7NCtAaxiF0/s2122/20230623_193728b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2122" data-original-width="1510" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEddzx_JZ-Tx1kCrUyg6ASCzXfVsoGkGDBhzfz_vANhO-GlP2lprZkWzmTBI-zPxprlX_ot8xl3rzLjYep5NGTMe04JLztx6sqHEIgT1wbRZmnQemQ_K8xPoKm-d4R26iAZ0R5O3KxR16FwQvIthJtt9P3OutbdOnjHKEm6bnoD-Sl8kEAE7NCtAaxiF0/s320/20230623_193728b.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><p></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-75037455345287925182023-06-20T20:24:00.003+02:002023-07-06T14:21:36.895+02:00This fucker right here<i> This past DecemberI was looking around for conserts to attend during 2023 because like so many others I wanted to make up for the Covid years when we couldn't attend... anything. In particular, I was looking to see Amity Affliction or I Prevail and <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>LO AND BEHOLD</b></span> - I stumbled over Graspop where both bands were planning on making a performance.</i><div><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iw5Z11o91V7Glh_sSwWPsHiJsqh6x6UJYlEsILrGFfeX6-u6CjjX4fUk610wnOh7NufbZhdUYbSLtC5QaUueXSQ-xytOZm4l0lHlEdy18YB7N7kKHT_EUCMLDdDuStXXDjHDBM58lAu3xSgesY4H7IvDfP588OCPnTSFHoKGbBAZZ_eCDWWrZjYk/s1697/339092513_2337296153111134_7940428397607925189_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1697" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iw5Z11o91V7Glh_sSwWPsHiJsqh6x6UJYlEsILrGFfeX6-u6CjjX4fUk610wnOh7NufbZhdUYbSLtC5QaUueXSQ-xytOZm4l0lHlEdy18YB7N7kKHT_EUCMLDdDuStXXDjHDBM58lAu3xSgesY4H7IvDfP588OCPnTSFHoKGbBAZZ_eCDWWrZjYk/w283-h400/339092513_2337296153111134_7940428397607925189_n.jpg" width="283" /></a></div></i><div><i> Seeing as I've never been to a music festival I found it ludicrous that I would even consider going to an event not only abroad but also attended by over 200 000 other metal heads. Going through the rest of the line-up I realised that I actively listen to nearly 20 of the performing bands.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Did I want to go? Yes. Did I hesitate? Yes. Did I finally buy myself a ticket? Also yes, with a whole lot of encouragement from my friends.</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Did I go? Hell yes.</i></div><div><i>Did I enjoy myself? <b>HELL YES</b>.</i></div><div><i>Do I want to go again? Also yes, but with a few but important corrections to my luggage and food plans. Lunch and dinner was never a problem at Graspop, but pickings were slim when it came to breakfast for us vegans...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Favourites included Architects (basically a religious experience), Hollywood Undead, Motionless in White, Fever 333 and Amity Affliction. My camp gets a bonus gold star simply because it was nowhere near as nasty as I thought it would be. </i><i>Four day festivals are brutal though and, as expected, hella expensive... </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> ...I wanna go again.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5c-DDOlKHuQqQykvvwwVWsM8XK5-BrTPUCEHouEl6hDmKMmZJPyEP5hQCXaUrtIABNFPbNhI42fHvtSUdB7mfUQECyWPkl_451-ZJrWj4VkhVsUI7URSn4NYSji3RHGeiLatjSLlZNp7TvR9Epgh07xCfcPBXYUIZaNy0h4TQSYi7o-6DYGdrQyGnd4/s2048/353755855_3166305523670154_156868683394061010_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5c-DDOlKHuQqQykvvwwVWsM8XK5-BrTPUCEHouEl6hDmKMmZJPyEP5hQCXaUrtIABNFPbNhI42fHvtSUdB7mfUQECyWPkl_451-ZJrWj4VkhVsUI7URSn4NYSji3RHGeiLatjSLlZNp7TvR9Epgh07xCfcPBXYUIZaNy0h4TQSYi7o-6DYGdrQyGnd4/w301-h400/353755855_3166305523670154_156868683394061010_n.jpg" width="301" /></a></div></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-11645054159630760292023-03-16T19:59:00.000+01:002023-03-16T19:59:16.048+01:00Go home, you're drunk <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIdAjxEGqZw4M6FCasRmZ-5g5TFMS29LrrUBN9bySvGh8Rgkk3PFJqAuTxitwhGO49kULXFyhgQZwzdPJm6eTM7_9PAGRnvoDNTfrPtwhvpPuO4g_2EBPJGCGe1U1gMk06TGFyrC_srBnbJFJGMQdDtK4M_yDb2efE4bJOnREJ8dERjPDGAdwrl0C/s1896/336297081_216166134422009_1919794511751790449_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1896" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIdAjxEGqZw4M6FCasRmZ-5g5TFMS29LrrUBN9bySvGh8Rgkk3PFJqAuTxitwhGO49kULXFyhgQZwzdPJm6eTM7_9PAGRnvoDNTfrPtwhvpPuO4g_2EBPJGCGe1U1gMk06TGFyrC_srBnbJFJGMQdDtK4M_yDb2efE4bJOnREJ8dERjPDGAdwrl0C/s320/336297081_216166134422009_1919794511751790449_n.jpg" width="182" /></a></div></div><div><i> Yesterday, my best friend and I went to see Dylan Moran. This'd be the third time we did that, but this time we changed it up a bit by having good food and great cocktails beforehand. For what followed I really needed those cocktails.... and then some.</i></div><div><i><br /></i><div><i> Because as Dylan Moran drunkenly writhed around on stage and started wailing off tune to the clinking of a keyboard we could just look at each other in pure confusion.</i></div><div><i> <span style="font-size: medium;"><b> It was awkward as hell.</b></span></i><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div> <i> I feel like I might have needed to be at least as drunk as he was to enjoy his We Got This. I'll willingly admit to enjoying him so much more when he was searingly bitter but sober. At least then he could remember his script.</i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-56753004265864414402023-03-03T19:21:00.000+01:002023-03-16T20:00:01.338+01:00I love me some trash<p><i> <span style="font-size: medium;"><b> Bookworms, read yourselves some Trash.</b></span></i></p><p><i> You heard me. I will defend reading trash literature 'til the very end of my last breath. </i></p><p><i> You can read yourself blind with all those well written tight stories or the literature that will widen and deepen your mind, but if you don't let your brain rest once in a while you might end up losing that love of reading. I've been there. I know it well. I spent years reading course literature for university classes and for the longest of time (what felt like hundred of years of tragedy) I couldn't enjoy literature like I wanted to. Like I used to. Reading made me exhausted because I kept reading like someone was going to make me take a test.</i></p><p><i> Sometimes we need simplicity. And familiarity. And that's why we need trash. The stories we already know even though we might not have read that particular title.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> I love the dark fantasy stories with so much intrigue I have no idea how it'll end or that incredibly inventive science fiction that'll bend my imagination every which way. Or even that romantic nonsense that'll make me weep with joy when the protagonists finally admit their love to each other. <br /></i><i> I still read factual literature. I enjoy diving into history, politics, and philosophy but I need my trash in between. This is the very reason I keep several books going at any given time.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> I will still judge your trash, because there's Trash and then there's TRASH.</i></div><p><i> I love me some Trash.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAFJxzlw1VZZd5N2_zJ7i0XeeapA1HXbgs1RmuVw7TR-Euwqsa0UBvkXvB1ZRLwoI80Rnod96iGCIfGCOfhWMc2gWMklcUD91TrCZAdkijD9lQDAKj7jFykvSCFiXpuG08rkxX7xcut3PAmDttUaEPpefcWgX-BsfF30Q9Ci2_CoKyIZ6X38--Ooh/s540/xcbu5zymcan11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="540" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAFJxzlw1VZZd5N2_zJ7i0XeeapA1HXbgs1RmuVw7TR-Euwqsa0UBvkXvB1ZRLwoI80Rnod96iGCIfGCOfhWMc2gWMklcUD91TrCZAdkijD9lQDAKj7jFykvSCFiXpuG08rkxX7xcut3PAmDttUaEPpefcWgX-BsfF30Q9Ci2_CoKyIZ6X38--Ooh/s320/xcbu5zymcan11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-40895872000685877932022-12-31T23:09:00.122+01:002023-01-01T15:11:22.633+01:00Here's to you, 2022<div style="text-align: left;"><i> Fuckin' hell mate... I don't post here nearly as much as I used to since being able to let off steam on so many other platforms, but I kinda miss it to be honest. An opportunity to rave and rant a bit without having to assault my friends with all of it.<br /></i><i> However, The Year Review is one of the few cinsistently remaining posts of the blog and so also this year. Here we go!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Our Honoured Dead this year: The absolutely extraordinary Sidney Poitier passed. Rock legend Meat Loaf Aday left us. Ivan Reitman. Bernard Cribbins. The groundbreaking Nichelle Nichols. Our wonderful Angela Lansbury. Robbie Coltrane. Leslie Jordan was a shocker.<br /></i><i> Rest In Power and may you never be forgotten. Thank you.</i></div><p><i> 2022 started much the same way as 2021 - 'Rona did another victory lap around the globe and in it's wake parties, concerts, and shows got cancelled or postponed. I was going to go see Henry Rollins together with a very good friend of mine, but no - cancelled. Amaranthe was supposed to play in February but postponed until November and by then I couldn't see them due to double-booking. As I Lay Dying cancelled their whole Europe Tour.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> February was holiday time for me, during which everything seemed to happen all at once;</i><i> it was another end of covid restrictions,</i><i> I tried new things (bouldering is fun!), parties returning (damned good fun), Galentine happening (damned good food with damned good company)...<br /></i><i> After that it was booster shot time - cue living with an arm for two days that felt like it'd been in a serious fist fight without the rest of me. Good times.<br /></i><i> Then came more "good times" (sarcasm y'all) with that psycopathic Russian trying to "take back"(?!) Ukraine by late February. Like I said: everything all at once. I'm so fucking DONE with humanity I'm almost hoping for a catastophic nuclear event to wipe us out completely - this planet will be better off without us, believe you me.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> So I donated blood to give at least <u>something</u> to <u>someone</u>.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSx2STWqqqDHvm7l2GDTdS6P01oMNasTZfzfDsd61XmQWySGgpae2ukilQ5QgzuIlD8KRNosFcpEfxvOfMRRKm0hpidRXFVSpqBtzAvjgXWmFGLmIpDZxYy1LKAa7jAKQoZXS2j9bHA4fJLHn-Ilgy6HaRCCGhGUdIt0KZvtrmhQ5ESIT9sxDvkwi/s1864/277159550_10158258758562540_3977275726535974694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1864" data-original-width="1350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSx2STWqqqDHvm7l2GDTdS6P01oMNasTZfzfDsd61XmQWySGgpae2ukilQ5QgzuIlD8KRNosFcpEfxvOfMRRKm0hpidRXFVSpqBtzAvjgXWmFGLmIpDZxYy1LKAa7jAKQoZXS2j9bHA4fJLHn-Ilgy6HaRCCGhGUdIt0KZvtrmhQ5ESIT9sxDvkwi/s320/277159550_10158258758562540_3977275726535974694_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><i> The sun started coming out properly by March and I felt like Wall-E soaking it in for energy. Which led to a lot of socialising, and unusual amounts of spontaneity. For instance: I wasn't planning on going to see Eivor live, but when I reali</i><i>sed that hers was a concert I could actually attend I went for it like a dog after a rabbit. Her voice is fucking breathtaking.<br /></i><i> Having forgotten all the inconvenience that comes with romantic feelings I was also just about bouncing in my seat to get out there and meet more people, and I think I've been doing ok to be honest. </i></div><p><i> Starting off the first historical market season in two years was Ale Viking Market which I attended with gusto. A few hours was enough though, because people... people be people-ing.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Russell Howard - a show for which I bought tickets in FUCKING <b>2019</b>(!!!) and so by May 2022 the whole thing had already been on Netflix for nearly six months. My friend and I were livid, but weren't ready to just do a no-show when we had tickets. Russell's funny and my face hurt afterwards, but I'm still not sure it was worth the wait.</i><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Between May and when I finally went on holiday in July, I worked my ass off and had time for little else but schooling my new collegues in how not to piss me off. Wilful and strategic ignorance will always grind my gears, which was something they learned very quickly. And harshly. I'm not known to mince words.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> But in between my angry outbursts a friend dragged me along to the Medieval Days at Bohus Fästning just so I could run around and happily play dress-up for a while.</i></div><p><i> My four week holiday kicked off with a Rammstein concert, holy hell. Yet another last second decision that, while I love Rammstein's music, it made me realise that huge arena concerts isn't my thing. Give me the smaller venues any day. We couldn't see shit from where we were standing and people in general are assholes. Another solid case of People Be People-ing.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> My first Medieval Week since 2019 brought me good friends, good ale and... COVID. Yeah. Stayed safe for over 2,5 years only to catch a light version while on friggin' holiday. However, my gastritis certainly didn't like being exposed to first massive amounts of alcohol and then antipyretics which meant I had to deal with that particular pain for a while. <br /></i><i> But then it evened out a bit and I got to actually enjoy a week of holiday with my nearest and dearest.</i></div><p><i> Back in 2018 I was furious with elections results but holy shiet... This time WE ARE DOOMED. I mean, are you kidding me? Over a fifth of all voting Swedes chose to vote for literal nazis?! Fuck right the hell off. Ugh. There are no words for this kind of stupidity.</i></p><p><i> Birfday #34 shortly after was a real treat though. <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2022/09/happy-hobbit-day.html" target="_blank">Celebrate all the good things</a> in style. </i></p><p><i> LEVELLERS YAY! Third time's the charm, they say. Amaranthe played another venue on the very same night but since I KNOW Levellers to be a good party I went with that. And I was right. A good night with good people.</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> And then... Krimmus. Ugh.<br /></i><i> You should know by now how much I hate X-Mas. So I tried to do things a little differently this year: I spent one day with family, one day gaming with a very dear friend and then a one day absolutely decked out with a cold. Ok, so the cold was old hat, but gaming is new!</i></div><p><i> New Year's Eve was spent as tradition required of me: with a glass of bubbly neck deep in a tub of bubbles. I've been doing this since 2018, but this year marked the first year since 2016 that I had any kind of company other than my furry ginger flat mate. I had a bath, and he had a post dinner nap (my human company, not the cat).</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i><u><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Best of 2022 experiences</b></span>:</u></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Movies</b>: The Adam Project was a true Ryan Reynolds movie - tight, not too intellectually taxing and a good ride. I liked it a lot. I finally caved in and started leeching off of a friend's Disney+ and watched Encanto - it's quite lovely y'all. Don't Worry Darling with Florence Pugh was quite... disturbing... but chillingly engrossing.<br /></i><i><b>Shows</b>: Lets see, lets see... PEACEMAKER. Wow. So much better than I expected it to be. I want to put <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2022/03/the-hutt-recommends-magnus-archives.html" target="_blank">The Magnus Archives</a> here as well, despite it being a mix between a podcast and an audiobook. An audio show, and quite brilliant at that. Stranger Things, OBVIOUSLY because friggin' awesomeness. HOLY SHIT, MOTHER OF FUCK - season 3 of The Boys! Season 3 of The Umbrella Academy was far superior to season 2. Aaaand, finally, the first Marvel show I've enjoyed since Daredevil; Hawkeye. *chef's kiss* Loki was ok too I guess.<br /></i><i><b>Literature</b><u>:</u> As previous covid years, this year has gifted me many a literary experience, though because I could finally hang out with my people I "only" went through 75 books this year. I was enthralled entirely by 'The Testaments' by Margaret Atwood. 'The Fifth Season' by N.K. Jemisin was extraordinary. <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2022/03/the-hutt-recommends-past-is-red.html" target="_blank">"The Past Is Red"</a> by Catherynne M. Valente was an engulfing read. Someone handed me a copy of 'Daggerspell' by Katharine Kerr to read and WOAH did I enjoy it. Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse was bloody brilliant - exceptional - FANTASTIC. Sir Terry Pratchett's 'I Shall Wear Midnight' was equal parts sweet and brilliant, and 'The Blacksmith Queen' by G.A. Aiken was a silly romp. Recommended, all of them.<br /></i><i><b>Events</b>: I made some crazy good food y'all! Though I've never been a party gal I've enjoyed more than a few decadent parties during the year. I persistently tried building relationships in new ways to find a way working for me. I can't say I've found My Way yet, but I've also yet to give up. As a human species we've managed to grow food in lunar soil, instal enought solar panels to be able to power all of Europe and we've eaten more plant-based foods than ever before. Also we've finally mapped the entire humane genome and may have found a cure to most common cancers. There's hope for us yet.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayeeajK0UEVnOBQkVEdlTimx4qi_b-4PhFxUJgGxxFyZbqwiIt637y9zMpA5um1SklxBUZEXMBa_WFsHMR0kOqXQeVQHO81qpOQTDcmIrto1dKP8t27XNcOHpkHPt0o-6uB6B1q6Erw9-NqohIKspSVfA1qFCcgtt85OM7wlJ0Sj2e8eM0uer2NGs/s960/292773596_10159011182130544_1330060806047423196_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="902" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayeeajK0UEVnOBQkVEdlTimx4qi_b-4PhFxUJgGxxFyZbqwiIt637y9zMpA5um1SklxBUZEXMBa_WFsHMR0kOqXQeVQHO81qpOQTDcmIrto1dKP8t27XNcOHpkHPt0o-6uB6B1q6Erw9-NqohIKspSVfA1qFCcgtt85OM7wlJ0Sj2e8eM0uer2NGs/s320/292773596_10159011182130544_1330060806047423196_n.jpg" width="301" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I made my girlfriend a Chocolate Death cake<br />and she loved it.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> I'm grateful for the people I've met during 2022. I'm grateful for the things I've dared say yes to. I'm grateful for the changes I've been forced to make. I'm proud that I've made efforts to maintain friendships and relationships during 2022. I'm proud that I've dared open up to people and let them in despite being absolutely terrified. On a personal level, I'm hopeful for 2023 and looking forward to breaking through new walls.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><p><span style="font-size: large; font-style: italic;"><b> However! 2022</b></span><i> was also yet another sickening roller-coaster I can't wait to get off. Though I've had some emotional positive highs, them lows were real gut-punchers that left me gasping for breath (remember: literal nazi's in government).<span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">SO</span> </i></b><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FUCK YOU 2022.</b></span></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Am now expecting nothing less than earthquakes, flash floods, vulcano eruptions, several cyclons and actual nuclear fallout in 2023. Will honestly be disappointed by anything less. But we've proved to be a sturdy bunch us humans, though we might break apart a little now and then. <span style="font-size: medium;">We've survived this far.<br /></span></i><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Bring it, Universe 💜 </b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMD4zdBoURCXaD7HYqO7-vhALo4PxZWS0IOS_a5NizQXayGnDtQrr9CbBibsqYb1LGDCFPvFWXxa26EFlEjK4I1qx4UYTDqzEa2HKqrXF-CQJ4pK7fYpznFnjbHapZO_vvlpxwoVQa2HvYeXiSvUysY_CtYL6UmAVgJJRJ1fSh6D40yTpJUiJoZyi3/s1728/322777096_1103510827002407_3466035133322452358_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="1037" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMD4zdBoURCXaD7HYqO7-vhALo4PxZWS0IOS_a5NizQXayGnDtQrr9CbBibsqYb1LGDCFPvFWXxa26EFlEjK4I1qx4UYTDqzEa2HKqrXF-CQJ4pK7fYpznFnjbHapZO_vvlpxwoVQa2HvYeXiSvUysY_CtYL6UmAVgJJRJ1fSh6D40yTpJUiJoZyi3/w240-h400/322777096_1103510827002407_3466035133322452358_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Bubbly in Bubbles is the stuff. </i></td></tr></tbody></table></span></i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-87464091558186842382022-09-22T21:57:00.002+02:002022-10-05T13:57:27.620+02:00Happy Hobbit Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzkZjCI0ZCsPRuzDEFS5DFkctGxKHd-JkykIMLz_TfkgFVsZ15QcYcTF2YIncXRiCM-Tsxbi3zpC5L0Gi19vFt1iwqmZQ0iwUUiSeTsft_ECIgor-jkhksSvszQOlF1ld8UAtzwaWL5a1TSCeVP-LijzDfCRCkc7quQKPuW64-8KD2BrmR8Px2bh6/s1668/20180405_112300.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1668" data-original-width="1211" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzkZjCI0ZCsPRuzDEFS5DFkctGxKHd-JkykIMLz_TfkgFVsZ15QcYcTF2YIncXRiCM-Tsxbi3zpC5L0Gi19vFt1iwqmZQ0iwUUiSeTsft_ECIgor-jkhksSvszQOlF1ld8UAtzwaWL5a1TSCeVP-LijzDfCRCkc7quQKPuW64-8KD2BrmR8Px2bh6/w290-h400/20180405_112300.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><i> I have celebrated this glorious day all according to tradition by dressing up hobbit-y and preparing plenty of food. Admittedly, it was mostly lunch prep for work but it still counts.<br /></i><i> As a way of luring myself out of the flat I also went for a coffee with a new friend at my local nerdy café. It'll have to do for celebration, and truly, I don't think Bilbo nor Frodo would mind having their birthday celebrated that way.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> I myself have also reached a whole new age level, and am now... mostly overwhelmed to be honest. In the last year I've become romantically close to a select few people that has come to mean very much to me. Together with my best friend they decided that this was the year that I'd be spoiled rotten as a way of making up for the covid years of no celebration at all. I was wined and dined by friends the night before my birthday and as for my birthday I went from a dreamy breakfast in bed worthy of a hobbit with one partner (and my metamour) to a movie night drowning in </i><i>cuddles </i><i>and </i><i>cheesy pizza with another person I'm dating.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> It feels a bit bizarre to be a reasonably functional adult reduced to some childish goo by the simple act of receiving thoughtful gifts. I've never been very good with compliments or being in the centre of attention because I keep asking myself about other people's hidden agenda, so birthdays are a strange lil' challenge for me. Don't get me wrong, I <b>love</b> being celebrated and noticing people making an honest effort on my account, but I'm still incredibly uncomfortable with it. I get awkward and act like I'm an embarrassed five-year-old.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> However, now as I wear the clothes, or read the books, eat the chocolate, or watch the movies I was gifted I won't be able to deny that there are people out there who likes me. People who made an effort <b>for me</b>. And that sure is a fantastic feeling.</i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-39391557989687202062022-03-06T19:30:00.001+01:002022-03-06T19:30:45.148+01:00The Hutt Recommends: The Past Is Red<h2 style="text-align: left;"> The Past Is Red <span style="font-weight: normal;">by </span>Catherynne M. Valente</h2><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2O3gi95nuYRUqgRjnwAS_TxggOr2m_LpiObnCR0M9zkOMAm60iCSWuAQNBAtZAkBk9NQgmjG3vpDaftrlpKo3BnXtoBlqQ1vRB_hJCXTGgN2pJ2TRyB4i0iOngU7imIlFH8TkPxAAuUGkpa74alWf5G5OR6eY-W0aUYwW9s6IOp3-u7c958_WWf-V=s875" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2O3gi95nuYRUqgRjnwAS_TxggOr2m_LpiObnCR0M9zkOMAm60iCSWuAQNBAtZAkBk9NQgmjG3vpDaftrlpKo3BnXtoBlqQ1vRB_hJCXTGgN2pJ2TRyB4i0iOngU7imIlFH8TkPxAAuUGkpa74alWf5G5OR6eY-W0aUYwW9s6IOp3-u7c958_WWf-V=w271-h320" width="271" /></a></div><i> A novella set far into the future when we, the Fuckwits of the past, have finally destroyed the planet with our constant consumerism and greed. The ice caps are gone and the oceans have swallowed everything in blue endlessness except for small patches of human resiliance. Our girl Tetley lives on an island of garbage floating above the ruins of cities that were once taken for granted the way Garbagetown will never be. Especially not by Tetley who's sacrificing so much for its continued existance. She will tell you that Garbagetown is the most wonderful place, that it's full of hope but that there are some secrets that are better kept secret.</i><p></p><p><i><b>I LOVED IT THOROUGHLY.</b></i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Beautiful language and imagery for a future we fear. </i><i>Phenomenal pacing; everything fell into place right when I needed it to. It took me three days to get through in the middle of a work week and I'll gladly sacrifice some more sleep to read this again when time's right.</i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-66074208928691387942022-03-04T18:12:00.005+01:002022-03-04T18:12:55.053+01:00The Hutt Recommends: The Magnus Archives<h2 style="text-align: left;"> The Magnus Archives by Jonathan Sims</h2><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvGVleMfqecMrokvpTM9kjbcfUbekuEcNo2ISwQfSx4cnicAhzbD2dKBQcrtys0MwiB6e_6pbnxW5ppPKthP6CKW9MTYZU4VaaJcX_DzPV0EtkCGo5ThgRF8k_xF1jmejSGrJIVj-EjMfxM7PCm6j8gKxYulyQTK1YOFt7Yqje91kN-zZiTd7Z9PmM=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvGVleMfqecMrokvpTM9kjbcfUbekuEcNo2ISwQfSx4cnicAhzbD2dKBQcrtys0MwiB6e_6pbnxW5ppPKthP6CKW9MTYZU4VaaJcX_DzPV0EtkCGo5ThgRF8k_xF1jmejSGrJIVj-EjMfxM7PCm6j8gKxYulyQTK1YOFt7Yqje91kN-zZiTd7Z9PmM=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div><i>The Magnus Archives is a horror audio series written by Jonathan Sims distributed by Rusty Quill and can be easily accessed through Spotify.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><i>I usually get bored with horror podcasts, but after being recommended The Magnus Archives from two independent sources I was ready to give it a try. My expectations were as low as they could get, but I'm ready to admit I was hooked after the first episode; lured in by the bait of an angler fish in a dark alley in Edinburgh... Every episode is a manageable 20 minutes long and consists of interweaving stories of paranormal experiences - on the one hand there are the witness statements, but then what really happened to the old Head Archivist of The Magnus Archives? And what was she looking for in all those old statements? What's going on in the basement?!</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I've gone through three seasons already and am going to start on season four soon. It's an excellent balance between suspense and pure creepy.</i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-4164198414908065902022-02-24T15:06:00.002+01:002022-02-24T15:06:25.162+01:00My favourite national holiday: BOKREA<p><i> This tuesday was the start of every book worm's favourite annual holiday</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> - BOKREAN, or THE GREAT BOOK SALE.</b></span></i></p><p><i>Once started as an initiative to pump up dwindling book sales figures and blowing air into the dying corpse of the book market. To think it used to kick around larger amounts of money than Christmas... But while I detest Krimmus The Great Book Sale is something I look forward to every year. This despite the fact that book shops these days seem to raid the same wholesalers for whatever 5 different thrillers and detective novels someone forgot in a dusty corner of a warehouse. Or some cook book that didn't do too well when first published.</i></p><p><i>If you're lucky though, like me, you live in a city with a book shop dedicated to all things nerdy which means you'll instead find an assortment of scifi, urban fantasy and fantasy books with savagely reduced price tags. They'll also cull "shelf warmers" to make space for new fun stuff.</i></p><p><i>I start with a budget. A reasonable amount of money.</i></p><p><i>And then I break that budget. With gusto.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEioFmV_QWZdiCbIEE6udcfNB136FnCvygKCii1ojxuDugnwN-chXZpGndumEbuRjseYrztlRJyK_7aSkYRoB00FRHKftMSfxmW4cV_9jorb2dHcFLtGJVHYWa13FXKpAXa3bFeFa-Ay6RBItis5AhkVqtFAf2l-Rxbhw9qx8C7KlQ-JcZxrzDzp1TjF=s1734" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1734" data-original-width="1296" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEioFmV_QWZdiCbIEE6udcfNB136FnCvygKCii1ojxuDugnwN-chXZpGndumEbuRjseYrztlRJyK_7aSkYRoB00FRHKftMSfxmW4cV_9jorb2dHcFLtGJVHYWa13FXKpAXa3bFeFa-Ay6RBItis5AhkVqtFAf2l-Rxbhw9qx8C7KlQ-JcZxrzDzp1TjF=w299-h400" width="299" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>I don't dick around when I get the opportunity to make new imaginary friends</i>.</div><p></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-40004492127951407222022-01-20T16:06:00.001+01:002022-03-06T19:40:54.730+01:00Just get the jab<p><i><b> 94%</b> of all Intensive Care patients with Covid in Sweden right now are unvaccinated. 88,6% of everyone dying from the virus is above 70 years of age.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Get vaccinated you filthy animals</b></span>. If not for you, then for your elders.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Have some fucking respect - show some empathy.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i><b>Edit 2022-02-17:</b> Took the booster. Am boosted.</i></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-38404257750011313302021-12-31T18:53:00.002+01:002021-12-31T21:18:27.532+01:00Save us 2021...<p><i> ...you're our only hope.</i></p><p><i> I'm not the first to admit that 2021 didn't have much competition from its most recent predecessor. The bar was set so low... and yet... here we are at the end of 2021 and what happened to that bar? </i><i>Well, for the first six months of the year we certainly didn't go to any bars. (Well. I sure didn't. Because I'm not an unempathetic asshole.)</i></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Not wholly unexpected, we lost a few important people, such as Christopher Plummer and Helen McCrory. The legendary Richard Donner. The passing of Una Stubbs hit me hard. Ed Asner. Michael K. Williams - fucking hell, only 54 years old he was. Speaking of passing away way too young; Keiko Nobumoto. And then the very much problematic but nonetheless legendary Anne Rice moved on. As did the feminist icon bell hooks. BETTY WHITE ❤️ </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Thank you for all the good things you've given us.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9FLEVzNicTHv9xlFlrubG9TOqdWzgIcWEzwfzoN1mpo5Qz0F3bOpombCFoucqLkwKGxNWbae-LShtMEDA4pqQt_EJGKegWXy6FpWwUNcpu-pgZ8qVltCuaJUxXeMpHHTxlMcYm61s1GIhFZ_t4go8XzU9ZII92F8QCERwg7yzQXVEKSqyotkHXkaF=s870" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="551" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9FLEVzNicTHv9xlFlrubG9TOqdWzgIcWEzwfzoN1mpo5Qz0F3bOpombCFoucqLkwKGxNWbae-LShtMEDA4pqQt_EJGKegWXy6FpWwUNcpu-pgZ8qVltCuaJUxXeMpHHTxlMcYm61s1GIhFZ_t4go8XzU9ZII92F8QCERwg7yzQXVEKSqyotkHXkaF=s320" width="203" /></a><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perdibird at Kryptonite made it pretty</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><i> My intense series of tattoo sessions continued in January, carrying on work on another HHGttG tribute on mah butt. Well. It's on my hip out towards my butt... In February I let another artist at the same studio go crazy on my ribs. And again to finish the rib piece in April.</i></li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><i> In May I had another two sessions booked - at first one more in Gothenburg to finish up that butt tattoo and then I went on an adventure down to Halmstad, just down the coast from my beloved city to start the painful process of getting my stomach decorated with something pretty.</i></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> I feel like I might have officially gone from A Person with Tattoos to A Tattooed Person. A small but significant development by my standards.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> I like it.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><i> By April I had already unlocked the achievement "<a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2021/04/what-in-hell.html" target="_blank">10k in under 70min</a>" I had presented as a challenge to myself at the start of the year; by which I mean that I actually ran 10 km in under 70 minutes. 64:30 to be more exact, which was way better than I'd hoped for for the first time I ever managed to actually run 10k.</i></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Believe me, I was as astonished as anyone.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Surprisingly, I also went on a few careful dates with (unsurprisingly) varying results, but no results anywhere near the butterflies and pink goggles variety.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><i> June was terrible. <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2021/06/people.html" target="_blank">Thoroughly</a>.</i></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> People all around seemed to think covid was over just because restrictions were starting to get rolled back. People really are staggeringly fucking stupid, but </i><i>I finally got that much wanted <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2021/07/i-got-poked.html" target="_blank">first vaccination shot</a> in July - go me! and got nothing more negative than some headache and an arm that felt like it'd been through a fistfight all on its own without involvement from any other part of me.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicbv0nV8mX7jv0wmjlxjcGAlfanPG7cxt4o3nv5L1_LIDVXJH9RczlD664lY3HsWTGOBpUV6Ke1qnVvHC4Hh1YHtvXRVMY2GYp6yZME_Dpb3EFitz-sNJl8DxQVF-He2J1XBqMNBuVKrzpMcVN25jI38LPT4BHT9qriFiMHdCxSrVNZ0t_wE6OVnTR=s864" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicbv0nV8mX7jv0wmjlxjcGAlfanPG7cxt4o3nv5L1_LIDVXJH9RczlD664lY3HsWTGOBpUV6Ke1qnVvHC4Hh1YHtvXRVMY2GYp6yZME_Dpb3EFitz-sNJl8DxQVF-He2J1XBqMNBuVKrzpMcVN25jI38LPT4BHT9qriFiMHdCxSrVNZ0t_wE6OVnTR=w307-h320" title="Piece finished in August at Bishop's Electric Tattooing" width="307" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Piece done at Bishop's Electric Tattooing</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><i> By August I was exhausted and needed <a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2021/08/vacation-time.html" target="_blank">a week of being on holiday</a> just to get the hang of being on holiday. August was also the month of <u>not</u> going to the Medieval Week because covid sure had a field day with the tourists on Gotland right about then (as it turns out the Medieval Week, funnily enough, was entirely spared the covid plague which goes to show history nerds learn from the past). So I didn't dare go and stayed on the west coast (Best Coast) for the most part, but also went up to the Capital for a bit to visit friends. Back on the west coast (Best Coast) I went to a few heavily restricted parties, read books, visited museums, finished my stomach piece, got stabbed in the arm a second time and was thrilled nonetheless. </i></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtKFm0sO-JThhN5HRAv1Lc3Jzlo0ywiasHKBtsWvSaxJcCf5nVK4iKNZE3idF1QxoCcJW6NkDglxWCz3drzvZb1wPogCEHvj0QPFcrAdIUc9SvCcqVl2MMqrWQR1RuCt2Fagt1nIPssZdx4een2A79Frdo0_xfNETUJLvGoLZg0S5bkQn9yWtjBDnh=s960" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtKFm0sO-JThhN5HRAv1Lc3Jzlo0ywiasHKBtsWvSaxJcCf5nVK4iKNZE3idF1QxoCcJW6NkDglxWCz3drzvZb1wPogCEHvj0QPFcrAdIUc9SvCcqVl2MMqrWQR1RuCt2Fagt1nIPssZdx4een2A79Frdo0_xfNETUJLvGoLZg0S5bkQn9yWtjBDnh=w180-h320" title="Halloween party like it's 1921!" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Halloween party like it's 1921!</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> September was birthday month! </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> I'm finally a Hobbit of age!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> 33 years old and still kicking.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> Woop!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><i> Covid restrictions were completely lifted in September and while I stayed cautious I need to collect my nerds around me, so I started doing just that more and more.</i></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Autumn was strange and flew by in a blur while I tried dating again and I still think dating is <b><span style="font-size: medium;">the</span></b> weirdest thing. Social anxiety just adds another spicy layer to everything, amirite? However, cinemas were opening up again which meant that I could finally dive back into the Marvel universes, and boy! Them universes be wild!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> December was as awful as always.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>My dislike for Krimmus lives on unmoved.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>And then Covid restrictions were reinstated.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> But I persevered. Until I couldn't. I was completely decked over the New Year celebrations. No covid, just the common cold, but it was my body's response to having been too busy for too long. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Best of the year:</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><u>Movies</u>: Because of covid I didn't get the opportunity to see 'Just Mercy' in theatres in 2020 but I caught it on HBO the second it landed there and holy shit I wish I'd seen it in theatres - SO GOOD. Once cinemas re-opened I watched 'Dune' and didn't even manage to finish my drink because I was so enthralled by the film. 'The Harder They Fall' was a Netflix premiere and it was AWESOME. The MCU delivered us 'Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings' and then 'Spiderman: No Way Home'.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><u>Shows</u>: I giddily discovered Letterkenny and The Rookie this year. The new seasons of The Handmaid's Tale and The Boys were a bit of a letdown though, while Fleabag was sweetly sorrowful, but also hilarious - a genuine recommendation.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><u>Books</u>: I've had a number of fantastic reading experiences this year. Continuing on the Newsflesh series with 'Feedback' by Mira Grant was a worthy ride, let me tell you. 'Monstrous Regiment' and 'Going Postal' by Terry Pratchett were fantastic. 'The Bear and the Nightingale' by Katherine Arden was lovely. I made time to re-read 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' and for the duration of the first three books it's still the most hilarious stuff; beautiful nostalgia all round... just don't ruin your Guide experience by reading the rest of the series. Please? 'Cry Pilot' by Joel Dane was a 5 star-experience, as was 'The Starless Sea' by Erin Morgenstern. I adoooored 'The Vanished Birds' by Simon Jimenez. 'Karen Memory' by Elizabeth Bear and 'Queen of the Tearling' by Erika Johansen were both deep in the land of 5 stars. The classic tale by R.L. Stevenson about the duality of man; 'The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' is brilliant, and I was equal parts mesmerised and fucked up by '<a href="https://sofiathehutt.blogspot.com/2021/11/the-hutt-recommends-echo-wife.html" target="_blank">The Echo Wife</a>' by the amazing Sarah Gailey. I ended the year with the fantastic 'The Hollow Places' by T. Kingfisher and 'All Systems Red' by Martha Wells - both gifted to me by my best friends (oh, how I love you).</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><u>Events</u>: Tattoo bonanza! Vaccination time! My ginger flat mate have learnt to put up with forehead kisses! The River Thames is no longer considered biologically dead! Experiments to neutralise nuclear contamination has been proven successful within the radioactive exclusion zone in Chernobyl. NASA has created oxygen on Mars which takes us one step closer to be able to bunch all narcissistic billionaires together and shoot them into space to exile them on Mars... humanely.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> <span style="font-size: medium;">The question remains</span>; what happened to that low bar we set for 2021? I'd dare say that it got even lower for my faith in humanity. I know I said it last year as well, but <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>people suck</b></span>. I shouldn't expect anything good coming out of people with the past years' experiences to judge from, yet I persevere persistently to expect some basic human decency and receiving none of the sort. I am an idiot.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> But an idealistic leftist idiot I will remain. There is nothing else to it. I have no other choice.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> Next year is fucking election year and I already know deep within my bones that it's going to be beyond terrible. This fact obviously makes it even more important to gather my nerds around me and make good memories - long hugs, lots of kisses, grand movie experiences, delicious foods, nectarous drinks, hypnotising books...</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> And guys, we survived 2021. I spoke to strangers. Those were my goals for this year and I made it.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We made it. We lived.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Maybe that's enough.</b></span></i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-21216123629869563742021-12-31T10:35:00.002+01:002021-12-31T10:35:21.088+01:002021, in short<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FT29y9ghXXbWTLaNmEcA1P0n6ZNfqv0NTbPQ5-U5QfVyodE2xrcj-40WZEDfEfLg_t2cBgqj4rbPGZyh1_zOwHQlqBsWabr8xKsJC0HLPFLaI-_vtwZsHL5wd2cyVsmYkrh9tt-7LFS9s_4_duOO_zKlTaE38bFP7pYsd_O46cyf77b9eXdXMfuW=s945" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="945" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FT29y9ghXXbWTLaNmEcA1P0n6ZNfqv0NTbPQ5-U5QfVyodE2xrcj-40WZEDfEfLg_t2cBgqj4rbPGZyh1_zOwHQlqBsWabr8xKsJC0HLPFLaI-_vtwZsHL5wd2cyVsmYkrh9tt-7LFS9s_4_duOO_zKlTaE38bFP7pYsd_O46cyf77b9eXdXMfuW=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i>Review incoming...</i></div><br /><p></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-14531670509299764442021-11-23T16:46:00.003+01:002021-11-23T16:46:00.183+01:00The Hutt Recommends: The Diary of a Bookseller<h2 style="text-align: left;"><i>The Diary of a Bookseller by Shaun Bythell</i></h2><blockquote><i>"It is a strange phenomenon that, when customers visit the shop for the first time, they tend to walk very slowly through it, as though they are expecting someone to tell them they have entered a forbidden zone, and when they decide to stop, it is invariably in a doorway. This, of course, is incredibly frustrating for anyone behind them, and since that person is usually me, I exist in a state of perpetual frustration. Anthropologists insist that it is an instinctive human response on entering a new space to stop and look around for potential danger, although quite what sort of danger might be lurking in a bookshop - other than a frustrated bookseller whose temper has been frayed to the point of violence by the fact that somebody is blocking the doorway - is a mystery." </i></blockquote><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Shaun Bythell's diary of a year of his observations as a second hand bookseller in little rural Wigtown, Scotland, is both hilarious and, for me as another person working retail, very relatable. He's a lovely mix between the misanthropic Bernard Black (from Black Books) and an exasperated Giles (from Buffy) which is just my kind of dry sense of humour.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ctPVIYzI9kzC1e0rqZAPV7KN37HDLXUz48b6VUOLi6S3GIL5CIs894Z1EkF0vy5MbBQ-ZAXK0b1J2LiTS-QfMpNea4Qtk363toUg2IUu2TjXKkhtRPLE1SDf1nTGQF5ld1GDZxod8ZI/s450/quick-visit-to-wigtown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ctPVIYzI9kzC1e0rqZAPV7KN37HDLXUz48b6VUOLi6S3GIL5CIs894Z1EkF0vy5MbBQ-ZAXK0b1J2LiTS-QfMpNea4Qtk363toUg2IUu2TjXKkhtRPLE1SDf1nTGQF5ld1GDZxod8ZI/s320/quick-visit-to-wigtown.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-72480974287860951032021-11-21T16:43:00.001+01:002021-11-21T16:44:43.784+01:00The Hutt Recommends: The Echo Wife<h2 style="text-align: left;"><i>The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey</i></h2><p> <i> Evelyn Caldwell is devastated after her divorce from her cheating husband. It not just that he was cheating and it took her so long to notice, but he used her research in cloning to secretly create a genetic replica of her that is everything Evelyn is not. Martine is gentle, obedient and most of all the kind of motherly woman Evelyn could never be. That she promised herself never to be. </i></p><p><i> Evelyn would choose to just throw herself back into her research and put another part of her life in the deep pool of forgotten things, but now her cheating husband is dead and both Evelyn and Martine will have work together to bury the evidence or both their lives are forfeit. </i></p><p><i> You'll remember Gailey as the author who wrote about cowboys on hippos, which I absolutely adored thanks to it being humorous, intelligent and absorbing throughout. In the case of The Echo Wife "humorous" is most definitely not the word I'd use, but it sure made my head spin. I adore the way Sarah Gailey use their words - I was glued to the pages all the way through. It fucked me up, it did.</i></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-64971919195582998572021-10-10T18:13:00.000+02:002021-10-10T18:13:51.760+02:00Hit a snag<p> <i> Lately it's felt like I've done nothing else but read. The words have been the kind of flowing escapist magic I need them to be, and I've pored through 25 books in just the last two months but now all of a sudden my brain wants nothing to do with books... but also wants nothing to do with anything else either.</i></p><p><i> So now I guess I'm... stuck. Eventually it'll come back to me but it seems for now I need a break and I'm at a little bit of a loss.</i></p><p><i> We'll see.</i></p><p> <i>Also, life man. Pandemic life sure is strange.</i></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-10519882868462521412021-08-07T11:11:00.006+02:002021-09-07T18:33:42.989+02:00Holiday time<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> FINALLY.</b></span></i></p><p><i> I've been on holiday for a week already, but it's only now that I can actually feel myself starting to relax. I needed this so bad. My plans are to remain in my PJ's, read books, eat yummy foods, and meet friends. I might drink a beer or two. Run a few miles. Might not do that in my PJ's but will definitely return to PJ's once running and being in pubs is done with.</i></p><p><i> No stress though. Because I've got three more weeks.</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKRy84ZHY7fFeG1P76QMAVJLTxOUXkHYrQ7qALIuTxCRkJycvmYDuEsrZC1WCoW733SVlkXlIQVQhatbxFuF_nII-hMAGZnRvc9k7b3Nyhb_sXQ-1CLzDebY_-oauP7qBmPEbcdcAMKY/s2048/20210729_223218.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1495" data-original-width="2048" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKRy84ZHY7fFeG1P76QMAVJLTxOUXkHYrQ7qALIuTxCRkJycvmYDuEsrZC1WCoW733SVlkXlIQVQhatbxFuF_nII-hMAGZnRvc9k7b3Nyhb_sXQ-1CLzDebY_-oauP7qBmPEbcdcAMKY/s320/20210729_223218.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <i> Stay safe my friends. Be careful and get vaccinated.</i>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-66168229569338508002021-07-08T20:10:00.003+02:002021-08-07T10:55:40.579+02:00I got poked<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6t-LixUEW5CwvZcqf0lqvM80EQKHo7Nijn6hZdu0j4Ta4MuC6AYIfOwZIrqnhPWLeKUAQKUQDteAG7wfB7U_sgnCfzcGjpWINBQqTf-Kb5yIsKIiIuFSLXtpeV7ubM1eV6rne5XZdB4/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6t-LixUEW5CwvZcqf0lqvM80EQKHo7Nijn6hZdu0j4Ta4MuC6AYIfOwZIrqnhPWLeKUAQKUQDteAG7wfB7U_sgnCfzcGjpWINBQqTf-Kb5yIsKIiIuFSLXtpeV7ubM1eV6rne5XZdB4/w180-h320/20210710_105853.jpg" width="180" /></a></div> <p></p><p><br /></p><p> <i>First one down. One to go.</i></p><p> <i> Get vaccinated ya filthy animals.</i><br /></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-85085688050820618462021-06-17T20:18:00.001+02:002021-11-24T11:47:31.624+01:00People<p><i> People truly are astonishingly fucking dumb. <span style="font-size: medium;">Just because restrictions are being rolled back slightly doesn't mean there's no more covid you fuckwits</span>. I'm furious. I've got shit to do and people acting stupid just pushes that further into the future. I want my life back, or at least some semblance of it, please and thank you.</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQagrYGETPScH9Jjqsv45_Ephmk70d73Vw5XFwsMB036ZHtfHGL-6mhFIKdhmT03LKM134Ju8HGr5Up5zhSYndyMoBhZk1wzx7mQBzADoSl-f0hXkPmib0RW9lPjLtpnj8hr9shEFSik/s390/wd8UydF.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="390" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQagrYGETPScH9Jjqsv45_Ephmk70d73Vw5XFwsMB036ZHtfHGL-6mhFIKdhmT03LKM134Ju8HGr5Up5zhSYndyMoBhZk1wzx7mQBzADoSl-f0hXkPmib0RW9lPjLtpnj8hr9shEFSik/w400-h226/wd8UydF.gif" width="400" /></a></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-44464107389915692662021-04-24T16:38:00.002+02:002021-11-24T11:46:25.514+01:00What in the hell...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccjAaEm1bDKVqyGF_wO-uUHIFvTRc2LkKUlwJ7zuGvrJV8blKw6lSlBXaipdOHoeHOizH1lPPtMh1cCLcE2IN56mGeL5J37rmzVd9cqkuU2m6xuyiW_wIcDGOw7etSXzNbLshEAaz0Bw/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="1262" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccjAaEm1bDKVqyGF_wO-uUHIFvTRc2LkKUlwJ7zuGvrJV8blKw6lSlBXaipdOHoeHOizH1lPPtMh1cCLcE2IN56mGeL5J37rmzVd9cqkuU2m6xuyiW_wIcDGOw7etSXzNbLshEAaz0Bw/w400-h191/pb2021.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Whaddup nerds, I won.</span></i></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-35907061432831812212020-12-31T18:00:00.007+01:002021-01-08T21:14:35.763+01:00Hindsight is 20/20...(?) <i>We hear it all the time; that "Hindsight is 20/20" and it might be. It is only once we've stepped out of the past that we can look back and clearly see what we've left behind.</i><br />
<i> So what are we leaving behind this year?</i><br />
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<i> First of all; we lost Christopher Tolkien, so the year started off quite poorly. Then there was Mike Resnick. And then Terry Jones. And Max von Sydow. Albert Uderzo. Then came the news of Sir Ian Holm's passing and every Ringer on the planet must have shed a tear or two. The musical genius Ennio Morricone passed on. Chadwick Boseman was ripped away from us way too young. Diana Rigg. Terry Goodkind. Ruth Bader Ginsburg. David Prowse. Jeremy Bulloch. <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Thank you for everything</b>.</span></i><i><br /></i>
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<i> As for me, I've had a... year. I know I called 2019 an "extra bitch" but holy hell... 2020 didn't have to go so hard. Was it revenge for having had a <u>too</u> good a time? Did I do too well in late 2019? Was I too happy? Was that the issue? Did I jinx it? All I know is that some stuff and things happened:</i><div><i><br /></i>
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<li><i>I went to some really fancy parties in January and February - oodles of glamour, debauchery and rose-tinted glasses.</i></li></ul><ul>
<li><i>Watching Dropkick Murphy's was a wild experience after which I had happy bruises.</i></li><li><i>Imminence and Raised Fist was <b><span style="font-size: large;">insanely</span></b> <a href="https://youtu.be/DYdBQC63ZdU" target="_blank">good</a>, I shit you not I think I had a religious experience.</i></li></ul><ul><li><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Enter: Covid-fucking-19. What a shitshow.</b></span></i></li>
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What's there to say? </i></div><div><i> Everything was cancelled or postponed. Life was put on hold. Feelings were held back only to explode uselessly into empty air.</i></div><div><i> I would have gone to see Russell Howard, but that was pushed to 2021. I would have gone to experience Amaranthe, but that's now been pushed to the spring of 2022. The plan was to party all night long all through The Medieval Week, but as the crisis worsened in April I gave up on that... and then came the physical festival's cancellation announcement just shortly after; instead launching "the Medieval Week: Plague Edition" - an entirely digital festival I didn't spend more than perhaps ten conscious minutes on.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I was isolated. I was heart-broken. I sunbathed.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> The Faun concert I was going to use as a mental band-aid after not going to The Medieval Week was pushed forward a year. My second Imminence concert for the year was cancelled. </i></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><i>My skinny ginger flat mate turned 8 years old. He is officially middle-aged, and seem to be getting more and more snuggly with age.</i></li><li><i>I turned 32, and as good as it feels to survive another year, them years are fucking getting to me.</i></li><li><i>I started going to parties again in September. Meeting people, having fun...</i></li></ul><div><i><br /></i></div></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizo7iZjn-pELo0uqpt9TKE1u-ZfB9aGDPdAh247RKj-DCwUrpTj5-4dPY8xoZ92uq6m_m53QRhY6obStMdd3W-l4RGkeCwMXPwJKQb7eqUaoNl8EPoYDeasLnNa0IY7MU9j4BwVgpG5qI/s2048/20201212_215908.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizo7iZjn-pELo0uqpt9TKE1u-ZfB9aGDPdAh247RKj-DCwUrpTj5-4dPY8xoZ92uq6m_m53QRhY6obStMdd3W-l4RGkeCwMXPwJKQb7eqUaoNl8EPoYDeasLnNa0IY7MU9j4BwVgpG5qI/w320-h320/20201212_215908.jpg" title="Behold: the ginger flat mate/professional croissant" width="320" /></a></div> ...as it turns out so did everyone else, but on a much larger and intimate scale than I, so covid-19 really started to pick up speed and numbers again. Back into social isolation we went. Or at least some of us did. On top of all of this, the rotten cherry on the poop sundae that was 2020; smashing through the door came the X-Mas madness like the unwanted bastard it is. Instead of thinking too hard on what I couldn't do I finally started making good use of my time and so December was the start of a string of monthly tattoo sessions starting with a sperm whale and petunias.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><u><i style="font-family: inherit;"><font size="5">Best of 2020:</font></i></u><br />
<i><b style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Movies:</span></b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Jojo Rabbit, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, aaaaaand then there was covid-19 that shut down any and all cinema-going from March and </span>onwards<span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></i><br />
</div><i><font face="inherit"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Shows:</span></b> FEMINIST FREQUENCY RADIO - GO LISTEN</font> WITH YOUR PREFERRED PODCATCHER. The Witcher. I mean, COME ON ❤</i><i>. I Am Not OK With This was kinda awesome. Killing Eve's third season left me quite disappointed to be honest, but the second season of What We Do In the Shadows made up for that. The Great was fuckin' hilarious. The Umbrella Academy season 2 was mindblowing. Every other episode of Lovecraft Country sent my mind spiralling. His Dark Materials.</i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Books:</span></b> I read <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/sofiathehutt" target="_blank">90 books</a> during 2020, and this time around 40 of them were not written by cis men - a vast improvement from last year (but I can do better). Dmitry Glukhovsky's 'Metro 2034' was almost as good as the first book of the series (which is very). 'Chrysalids' by John Wyndham is a "Best of Scifi classics" I can get behind. Stina Wollter's '</i><i>Kring Denna Kropp' was frikkin fantastic.</i><i> 'The Truth' and 'Night Watch' by Terry Pratchett were both hilarious and thought-worthy. 'Way Station' by Clifford D. Simak was good. 2020 marked my third reread of 'Lighthousekeeping' by Jeanette Winterson (still awesome). Continuing the 'Newsflesh' series by Mira Grant with 'Blackout' and it's still going strong. 'Moon Over Soho' and 'Whispers Underground' by Ben Aaronovitch, 'Creatures of Will & Temper' by Molly Tanzer, '</i><i>Horns' by Joe Hill were all great reads. Brent Week's 'The Black Prism' was a solid 5-star all the way through. If you, like me, loooove Aliens you should read 'Bug Hunt' - an anthology edited by Jonathan Maberry. A worthy finish to a good book year was 'Women's War' by Jenna Glass.</i><div>
<i><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Comics:</span></b> Spells on Wheels by Kate Leth, Saga vol 4, Skottie Young's Deadpool series, Matt Fraction's Hawkeye, SF SX (Safe Sex) by Tina Horn.</i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Events:</span> </b>RAISED FIST. Yes. I'm adding that. When the rest of the year was misery, my early spring was fantastic enough, and that Raised Fist concert will for ever be my best thing about 2020. It's also pretty awesome how archaeological digs through Sweden in the last couple of years will force us to rewrite our history books concerning basically everything we're taught in school about those pesky little years between round about 700 to 1300 AD (hint: the east coast and Birka wasn't nearly as important as the historians of Stockholm would have us believe...). As for the rest of the world's good news; efforts to regrow parts of the Great Barrier Reef has seen great successes. The bees living on the roof of Notre-Dame de Paris survived the fire of last year and has thrived through the pandemic, just like a lot of other species of animal around the globe enjoyed the greatly decreased tourism flow. New European legislation will make it easier to have household appliance products repaired in an effort to make appliances longer-lasting and thereby saving on energy costs. With the dismantling of more coal-based power production, carbon emissions continue to decline in Europe. Human ingenuity created a bunch of different vaccines to combat this latest pandemic in record time.</i></div><div><i>So that's good I guess.<br /></i>
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<i>Is hindsight 20/20? <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Nope</span></b>. We've learned fuck all as a species in 2020, which is about as much as we've learned every other time a pandemic has threatened to wipe out great masses of people. The sick, the poor and the marginalised will always take the brunt of the blow.</i><br />
<i> People are truly stupid.</i></div><div><i> 2020 was a shit year.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i> For next year I just want no more of 2020, and fewer things to bite me in the ass, please and thank you. But this newfound willingness to reach out to strangers can stay. Even if it started in pure desperation it might prove to be useful in 2021.</i></div><div><i> So lets bring it. Lets survive. Lets get fuckin' vaccinated and rid of this thing.</i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-62743863607911841342020-12-16T22:00:00.002+01:002020-12-17T19:59:24.567+01:00Please, care for your introverts<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbFzR-jfY9BkKnmCrga5XpUp-_8T1ernjWV8mrJYae6uZjnfJ2Z_qriHNPlqqw9h5Il8VFhOOeIVRKvVa_yZSfMwPdCMzQiCDnjWaRu2V5fIHN7G1-2SZqsyXdK9dH7jAL9Z4EwzHvz0/s960/48403152_596176970834759_3955378108944613376_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="885" data-original-width="960" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbFzR-jfY9BkKnmCrga5XpUp-_8T1ernjWV8mrJYae6uZjnfJ2Z_qriHNPlqqw9h5Il8VFhOOeIVRKvVa_yZSfMwPdCMzQiCDnjWaRu2V5fIHN7G1-2SZqsyXdK9dH7jAL9Z4EwzHvz0/w400-h369/48403152_596176970834759_3955378108944613376_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><i>We're not OK.</i></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-20596145463597967642020-11-10T18:25:00.002+01:002020-11-10T18:25:56.614+01:00Holy shit y'all<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i> I didn't actually think I could do the thing, but I did the thing. 5k in 30min. That's the goal I set, but didn't think I could reach, this spring when I started running. Without Zombies, run! it would have been unthinkable and without a kick in the butt at the gym entirely impossible. This feeling is exhilarating. Revivifying. I met my goal for 2020 y'all. Holy shit.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAaSVpmu2dnBqdUicMlbBPO-VDlU8Dc4l4-VnGmHSdLyLsveQN6tEilFGc4_iJtXcb6jblAloYRZ6anN8hFAwCUyjYJkJWhbRoW4H28E_wOmuDKU9lrv7pD5gNKyMD0Etd3zk8sVPqTM/s1080/IMG_20201110_150333_161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAaSVpmu2dnBqdUicMlbBPO-VDlU8Dc4l4-VnGmHSdLyLsveQN6tEilFGc4_iJtXcb6jblAloYRZ6anN8hFAwCUyjYJkJWhbRoW4H28E_wOmuDKU9lrv7pD5gNKyMD0Etd3zk8sVPqTM/w307-h307/IMG_20201110_150333_161.jpg" width="307" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9v5uc6uLQBBe_VarhP-rTgV-h9XNHjstVeWn9GLlGMZbMUIy-HrDlfSCmoPXKTK7gWVn53wOI5FNYnwZwhNjxA2bWXkjWvIhrj1eFEgz4gEiLLgOBw46pmShYLp-IYRUg3dcSQZk-44E/s2048/20201110_143838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9v5uc6uLQBBe_VarhP-rTgV-h9XNHjstVeWn9GLlGMZbMUIy-HrDlfSCmoPXKTK7gWVn53wOI5FNYnwZwhNjxA2bWXkjWvIhrj1eFEgz4gEiLLgOBw46pmShYLp-IYRUg3dcSQZk-44E/w173-h308/20201110_143838.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><p></p>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-52277079198333042742020-07-27T21:20:00.002+02:002020-08-20T19:54:12.610+02:00C-c-c-changes...!<i>...or no changes at all?</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Things seem to be returning to normal, but not really, and things are weird, and the world is shit, innit? I'm trying my best to stay positive and keeping up my energies for the entirety of this last week of work before I'm going on vacation. No Medieval Week this year since they've gone digital (I might listen in on a few lectures, haven't decided yet). I'm planning on meeting up with friends, we might enjoy some table top gaming and I might enjoy a laugh and a beer or three. I might also enjoy a whole lot of sleep. And books. And crisps. And comics. And stuff.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> In short; I intend to try and meet up with people during my vacation. It might prove to be a somewhat shortsighted and selfish decision in hindsight, but since I'm not planning on having any organised orgies with total strangers I'm pretty much convinced that it'll be fine. I need to be with my people. My nerds.</i></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbP1HFIUxWk2KM4Polb6AxvUgoL95ijaFTGcyiPuuomq4sedhANgWe1zw3S35dkHJVHGtn6I8MnfXZVpxvsDzzyCltxNqjE8lz__YZEc99ByDFUdg71iYJOfIICcgQ1WAFUDIQUlRcWQ/s2048/20200727_202943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="781" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbP1HFIUxWk2KM4Polb6AxvUgoL95ijaFTGcyiPuuomq4sedhANgWe1zw3S35dkHJVHGtn6I8MnfXZVpxvsDzzyCltxNqjE8lz__YZEc99ByDFUdg71iYJOfIICcgQ1WAFUDIQUlRcWQ/w439-h781/20200727_202943.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><div><br /></div>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483224860446338561.post-311338125154384352020-05-13T09:11:00.000+02:002020-05-13T09:12:06.341+02:00Welcome to Hell<i>I work retail. Food-ish part of the spectrum.</i><br />
<i>And since the latest of the corona viruses' been around business has been a-booming.</i><br />
<i>So we have sales rocketing through the roof but only the one extra staff so far. Which means that everyone has had to do extra hours and extra shifts and work with somewhere roundabouts twice as much wares as we normally work with this time a year. It's like having Christmas sale rates for months on end.</i><br />
<i>It's fucking exhausting.</i><br />
<i>I was supposed to be out of the country this week and get myself a bigger tattoo. I cancelled the trip but kept the vacation time and I reeeeeeeally needed it. Some good food, lots of naps, some podcasts, some good drink, some books and comics, some of that glorious rest. Yeah. Yum.</i>SofiatheHutthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08294098503826263588noreply@blogger.com0