A green hobbit

There. Back to green. Feels like coming home.

VACAY BABY

   Vacation mood. Before me lay four weeks of vacation time. Time off. Time for me. Time to breathe. Do whatever I feel like doing.
   It's been a day and a half and I'm already feeling restless. I really needed this though.

OFF WITH THAT HEAD... of hair

   I got my hair cut off. It's shorter than it's been in six years and I'm enjoying myself. I'll admit it's a bit hard to get used to since it's a lot shorter than I expected it to be, but the feeling was like getting rid of a warm beanie. Or a thick wig. Not at all unpleasant.
    Besides, playing with different expressions of femininity is so much more fun with short hair. Also, I'm lazy bastard and long hair is a friggin' nuisance.

70 000

I'm up to, and beyond 70 000 page views. It's not overly impressive, but still kinda cool.

So... Thank You. Thank you for staying with me or just finding your way here. Thank you for stumbling on to my page. Stay Awesome.

A red fur hat

   Sengir's favourite position is being the fur hat of my computer. As if my computer didn't overheat without him constantly shedding hair into the cooling fans.

Shoot me now

   I really need a vacation. I really need my wonderful, hardened and experienced colleagues to come back from theirs. Soon. Now. Yesterday.

   I have three god damned weeks left until my own vacation and the current mood is that I want to die. But only after I strangle every single motherfucker who tries any shit that could hinder my days from running smoothly. I'm keeping a list and am adding names.
   And until I leave for four glorious weeks off I have to put on a brave face and muddle through. Be the Big Boss and act like an Adult™ just a little while longer.

cooncomic.com

  After my four weeks are done I'm moving on to my new employment. Same kind of job, different area of town. Less responsibility, better pay. Full time.

Books and sunshine

In that order.
   Seriously though, signing up for a Goodreads account is the best thing I've done (after getting sterilised) for my mental health in the last couple of years. I'm reading a lot more and I'm really enjoying it. 
   AND! My favourite thing: I can keep track of what I'm reading, make notes and easily find other works from the same author. I love lists. I LOVE 'EM!

Bernard Black for President

#mood

The Hutt Recommends: Parable of the Sower

Parable of the Sower (Earthseed #1) by Octavia E. Butler

God is Change.
So writes Lauren, the First of the Earthseed.

   Our future world has fallen under human's destructive influence and left are only islands of relative security protected by high walls and armed guards. Lauren grows up in one of theses gated communities outside LA the daughter of a preacher. In the midst of the pollution, drugs, arson, kill or be killed, and theft, her father does his best to keep what semblance of civility and culture he can within their community. To make matters worse Lauren's got what's called hyperempathy; the ability to feel other people's sensations, be it pain or emotions, as she observes them. Not only that but she's also a doubter - a doubter of her father's god and a doubter of how the future will treat the human race. Little by little, she pieces together a belief system she grows to call Earthseed, to comfort her and let her hope for a better tomorrow.

   However, their community is struck by tragedy and Lauren's family is murdered along with most of the other families living with them. Together with a lucky few survivors she decides to head north and maybe, just maybe, get to start anew amidst the dangers of the world outside those collapsed comforting walls.

   I was enthralled all the way through.
   If you've ever, like me, had your differences with what people describe as God you should read this. If you've ever, like me, fretted about what damage we'll do to each other tomorrow you should read this. It's in the same vein as The Hunger Games but somehow more hopeful and definitely more philosophical. I just regret not having read it much sooner.

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My summer reading is here. Don't mind if I do.

An excellent example of money well spent.

Glorious Towel Day

DP2 - cocaine and baby legs

   Oh, it was good. Not nearly as good as the first movie since the story wasn't quite as thought through. Not at all as tight. It had a great many instances when I laughed out loud but it's Deadpool - if you don't laugh out loud someone fucked up. This time Ryan Reynolds had his handsome fingers nestled in with the script writing, and since we've grown to know little by little that Ryan Reynolds in fact is some sort of AU Wade Wilson I can partly excuse the weak story. But not the first major character death.
   Lots and lots of silly one-liners and poking fun at DC. And Marvel. And just about everything else on the planet.

   A bit in to the movie I thought I spotted a familiar face I needed to check out on IMDB. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Went to Wikipedia and lo and behold! There he was! Sala Baker! Credited as playing the adult version of kid villain Russell Collins. Sala Baker is great. Check out Sala Baker.

EDIT:
This article from the Mary Sue explains my feelings quite well.

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Me: FUCKING HELL I'M SO STRESSEEEEED OUT ABOUT MONEY.
My brain: Buy some more books and comics.
Me: BUT THAT COSTS MONEY.
My brain: So?
Me: I'M STRESSED ABOUT MONEY. THEY COST MONEY.
My brain: But they're books and comics.
Me: Good point. *click* I spent the money.

The Hutt Recommends: The Road

The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

   Only about thirty pages into this book I was just about ready to put it down and never pick it up again. Reason? I really don't like children. There's nothing like a child to infuriate me into impossible dimensions. They're an inconvenience in any given situation and in The Road whats left of humanity is dealing with a lot of serious post-apocalyptic stuff. However, I did decide to soldier on and continue. I have after all finished much more maddening books.
   Skip forty pages ahead and I was thoroughly hooked.

   In a post-apocalyptic world a man and his child are travelling along a road. Everything is gone. It burned down and there's nothing left. Except the Road. And surviving.

   It's dark, oh so dark, yet just when you think it can't get any worse... it lets you up for air and the sun finds its way through the clouds for just a moment. And that's when McCarthy will pull you under again and bury you under the ashes of his post-apocalyptic world.
   McCarthy is an author of few words - what you get is what you need to make your brain go in all kinds of dark directions.
   It was an amazing ride. 10/10 would go again.

It's party business, precious

   Having been to New Zealand I'm now fairly certain it doesn't actually exist on this plane of reality. I've just spent ten days nerding around the north island and everything feels like it was designed in a computer to be plopped down in the middle of the ocean. Or maybe we went, Bermuda Triangle style, through some portal and ended up in some wonderful Fantasy Land. It was somehow too beautiful to feel real.

   We did Auckland (with a very jet-lagged visit to the Auckland Art Gallery, and Auckland Zoo) - Waitomo Caves - Mata Mata/Hobbiton - Rotorua - Wellington (with Te Papa, Weta Cave, LotR film locations along Hutt Valley, and Martinborough wine country) and it was all great. What will always stay with me though is the tour we took through the Hobbiton Movie Set. It was nothing short of magical. I was right: I cried. Like a fucking baby.

   I've petted a wallaby and an emu, I've seen glow worms, I've had ale in The Green Dragon, I've spent hours in hot mineral baths, I've been to Rivendell, I've talked to a whole bunch of nerds at Weta Cave, and I've had a veritable shitload of great wine. I've cried from joy and from frustration, and I've been surrounded by the most otherworldly nature I've ever laid eyes on.

   But listen, since New Zealand is quite exactly on the other side of the planet it will at its shortest take us Swedes anywhere between 27 and 34 hours single trip to get there depending on layovers and such. It fucking sucks. My butt still hurts. To add insult to injury, my lightsaber key ring kept getting stuck in security and so I decided to leave it behind. Also! Try and be a vegan tourist and see how much fun it is. I'll tell you this much; you have to like coriander.

   Was it worth it? Absolutely!
   Will I ever do it again? Doubtfully.
   Do I want to do it again? Why yes precious, I do...