Movies I Must See

I got my own copy of "1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die" two years ago and have since watched about 150 more of those movies mentioned in the book than I had when I started out.
Some of them have been true masterpieces and a pleasure on the eye, no doubt there, but some of them have just made me wonder what idiots it was that agreed to produce that kind of crap to begin with. Personally, I found Blade Runner to be one of those, a fact that made me lose friends on Flixster.com. And I never quite understood what was so wonderous about Dead Man with Johnny Depp either.
However, the book has made me take a look at movies I never thought I'd find without it. Movies that has made a difference to me; In The Mood For Love, Withnail & I, The Purple Rose of Cairo and Down By Law just to mention a few of them.
Anyway.
Since I got my 2005 edition there's been a few more, much because they never stop making movies; the latest published this year and the list You Must See is now, judging from my latest rummage through the internetz, about 1079 movies long (this is counting all the movies that's been removed from the rest of the book to make room for new "masterpieces", say, Avatar and Inglorious Basterds in the 2010 ed.).

I guess I'll just keep going.

Shit

The thing that really disappoints me about life is that time and again I believe something negative will happen and life never proves me wrong...

Jorden anropar

(Tillfällets inlägg blir på hederlig svenska eftersom jag är för trött för något annat.)

Tänka sig att jag faktiskt också kan ta mig i kragen ibland. Jag hörde av mig till min handledare i förrgår (äntligen, det är ju inte alls så att senast jag hörde av mig till honom så var det typ två veckor kvar till valet) och bokade en handledningstid för min fabulöst bortträngda c-uppsats. En telefonhandledning. Det kan bli riktigt intressant. Ändå är det enda jag kan tänka på hur kort lånetid jag har kvar på mina böcker och hur jag inte kommer hinna läsa dem. Jävligt omotiverande. Jag köper hellre ett löpband.

På tal om löpband så sprang jag mig också svettig på gymmet idag men ignorerar fortfarande att jag behöver packa väskan inför helgen i Kalmare stad. Snarare en lördag i Kalmare studentstad. Ovve-sittning på lördag med hattema. Ovve är alltså mer känt som overall i studentkretsar. Inte så att vi kan rädda Corehouse från dess sorgliga öde (ett visst oengagemang från studenterna har orsakat jobbarbrist) men vi kan ju fylla lokalen medan stället är kvar. Resten av helgen kommer att spenderas i mysiga kläder hos bästaste Fisken.

Jag är för övrigt lite irriterad. Syster påpekar alltid att nörd är den nya innegrejen men jag har inte riktigt velat tro henne av uppenbara skäl (varför skulle något man mobbas för under ålder 6-19 plötsligt vara något häftigt?). Jag insåg dock hur rätt hon hade så fort jag äntrade Stockholms multikulturella tunnelbanesystem. Överallt såg jag kavajer, stora stickade halsdukar, kängor, piercingar, hängslen och glasögon som ser precis ut som mina. Att deras brillor förmodligen var 2000 kronor dyrare är inte det som irriterar mig, nej, det är att jag plötsligt såg ut som om jag försökte passa in.

Mushrooms! (again)

We went in search of mushrooms but didn't quite expect a veritable forest of them. After two hours we got angry when there wasn't any more basket to put mushrooms in. "Desperate times - desperate measures" I thought and plucked off my beanie but changed my mind.

Yes, much of my life circles around food.

Dignity, pfft.

It's really hilarious how everyone assumes that just because I work within the elder care business and with disabled children I want to become a nurse or anything remotely close to nursing.
I don't.
I study politics.
However, since no one else wants to take care of others that by circumstances unknown can't take care of themselves, it's ridiculously easy to get a job like that. Assistants of any kind. Leave dignity behind, sell your soul and forget about high salaries but it's better than nothing when you're not yet done with your university degree.
That's NOT in nursing.

STHLM

I came, I saw, I drank a shitload of beer.
Now that's a good summary of a friday night well spent in good company at the Stockholm Beer & Whiskey Festival of which I've already informed you (see the post: "Love Hurts"). It was amazing but got more than a little strange when I tried a beer tasting like cherries...

Beside that, I met Nee-san and her man and marvelled over how two people and a dog can live in a hut... sorry, cottage... no, house, as small as theirs. It obviously works for them. Despite the tiny space available I didn't really feel like leaving their valued company. There's nothing like eating breakfast with those two; it has never been cherished that way in any household I've ever had the pleasure of visiting.
Also met people whom I've grown to love over the years as we've met only once every August for The Medieval Week on Gotland. We ate great food (thank you Nee-san for the mushrooms), drank quite a bit of wine and talked until three in the morning. It's been a while since I did that without noticing.

Stockholm's still one of those places I need time to explore. I will definitely return. If not only to investigate more cafés...

No pictures. I didn't forget the camera. I forgot the batteries.

BBD

Happy Black Books Day!

To celebrate we'll watch the complete Black Books series, drink cheap wine, curse with a strange Irish accent and... eh... smoke a gazilllion cigattes and... eh... wear ill-fitting dirty suits...

Ahem.

Love hurts

Call me a total sap but I've just recently realised that love actually does hurt. What hurts the most is that I, as it is at the moment, can't do anything about it. It should be pissing me off but instead I feel empty and tired to the bone.

Anyway, back to business, I hope that the upcoming weekend of Stockholm Beer & Whisky Festival can cheer me up. My sister'll pay for my admission though I'll have to pay for my own beer... Oh well. I think I can live with that. First, I'll have to survive commuter trains and subways but if I handled N.Y.C. traffic with ease, I'll surely manage this as well.

I read up on some of my favourite actors today and I just want to point out that Liam Neeson and I have both attended Queen's University in Belfast. Yeah, that's pride.

And I must be more bored than I imagined since I keep looking for ideas for tattoos and piercings everywhere I go... Suggestions?

True Blood - Season Three

Yes people, against better judgement as I should be studying Politics, I just finished the third season of the highly acclaimed vampire series True Blood and as much as I hate to admit that another Skarsgård has taken both Hollywood and me by storm, he has.
Considering the strangely abrupt ending for all characters involved I’m not expecting another season (though there is a season four in production as we speak) but to be fair it’s been a fun ride and the vampire legend has been used, or abused according to others, yet another time. Personally, I enjoyed the sexual theme throughout the whole series, mostly because that’s what the original Dracula (the one by the crazy Irish guy, Bram Stoker, you know) legend was about; the Count Dracula came from the East to invade the British Empire and suck the pure virginal blood of poor innocent British women through penetrating their necks with his sharp teeth (important word being “penetrating”, the Victorians weren’t as innocent as their Queen wanted them to be after all…).
Also, I enjoyed this third season because I'm a big Lafayette fan and got more than I could ever hope for of him (“You a witch who’s a nurse who’s a dude. Holy shit, I guess I lucked out then, huh”).
So. If we're going to complain about something we can always talk about vampire teeth looking like something a feral tiger would have, the ridiculous amount of supernatural creatures included and all small insignificant characters to keep track of. Simplicity works. It did in the first season, why not now?
Lastly, I’d like to make a small Swedish to English dictionary simply because I can and was freakishly surprised when Swedish turned out to be the language the vampires spoke amongst themselves (on the other hand I was also surprised to find the female agents of the series Chuck to speak Swedish as well. Lets face it, Swedes are taking over Hollywood!), but I’ll resist this once.
Perhaps another day.

More corn!

What's the use of having a camera if you don't use it? I think today would have been kind of memorable...

...because I picked sweetcorn. No, I didn't get lost though the corn stood high above my head but one of my nephews might have gone missing if he didn't always shout and shriek like a small alarm clock gone mental all the time (considering murder has never been so easy...).
Moo-Pa was disturbingly excited about the whole thing. I think he's planning something.

The sixth season of Supernatural started airing yesterday and both House M.D. and Castle (our own Capt. Tighty-Pants aka Nathan Fillion is back!) are airing again. Hurray!

Don't we all love tv?

I would also like to remind everyone that (finally) The Lord of the Rings trilogy is now out on Blu-Ray, so go out there and make a hobbit happy! Buy it!

ITLAPD

Today's the International Talk Like A Pirate Day in honour of His Noodlieness The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
All hail The Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Seriously. No joke. This is important.

Partaaaay

Yesterday: Awesomeness. As promised, my friends got me shitfaced.
Today:


Yeah. We all know that feeling.

Whatcha doin' four-eyes?

Har fått mina ögon. Tråkigt när man måste fråga efter dem när man blivit lovad att någon ringer upp vid färdigställning. Aja, nu är de klara i alla fall. Och jag är lämnad fattigare än fattigast. But nerd will be nerd and "Whores will have their trinkets."


Nu ska jag vänja mig vid hur tunga de är också.

Och nu, sist men inte minst, exakt så jag känner inför min ofärdiga uppsats: "I'm a quitter. I come from a long line of quitters. It's amazing I'm here at all."

Scheisse

Jag får kanske erkänna att jag är en ganska lätt uppstressad över detaljer och saker som kan gå fel. Gubben Murphy som menade att det som kan gå åt helvete kommer att göra det bor tyvärr djupt inrotad i min hjärna.
Så igår när jag strax efter 21:00 bestämde mig för att boka mina Stockholmsbiljetter kunde jag nästan höra hur Murphy krälade fram från sitt mörka hörn och vred på kallsvetten. En kombo av dåligt internet, nerver och dåligt uppbyggd hemsida gjorde att jag 22:30 fortfarande inte hade lyckats fixa några biljetter. Det tog mig 1 timme att somna efter att jag insåg att jag var tvungen att gå upp 05:30 dagen efter (idag) för att jobba och att jag dessutom var mer förbannad än nervös.

Nu har jag biljetterna.

Nil novi sub soli

Jag jobbar med att dela ut piller i olika färg och form och att plocka upp tanter och gubbar från golven.
Jag har kommit igång med att regelbundet gå till gymmet för träning på veckorna och bli utstirrad av killar som inte trodde att tjejer från Ulricehamn kunde ha större biceps än dem.
Jag väntar med spänd förväntan på mina ny-gamla ful-moderna nördbrillor.

Igår såg jag den testosteronfyllda The Expendables på bio med fyra grabbar som knappt var hälften så uppspelta som jag var efteråt över alla muskler, vapen och explosioner.
Idag blev jag uppäten av mygg i träsket som är Marbäck medan ett glatt gäng tvåbenta humanoider spelade lite oseriös brännboll med alldeles för stora slagträn.

Mitt liv börjar med andra ord att ta form igen.
Om jag bara kunde ta mig i kragen och skriva klart min C-uppsats, ansöka om examen och bli färdig med skolan så vore allt finemang.