Superblog!! Electricity Board

Yeah, maybe this one is old but I saw it for the first time today which means that it's still funny.

Play Sudoku

Hey, why are you just sitting there, staring stupidly into the future, when you could be up and running about and playing Sudoku? It's easy and FUN (well, maybe not). (And if you don't like that site, here are a trillion others. It's even available on the website of Superblog!!'s local newspaper Corren!)

If you're a pussy, read the rules first. Then play! And play again! Play until your eyes bleed, take a break and find some tissues to wipe them off, then play some more! Play! Play! Play!

Any fucking moron can do it, so what's your excuse?

Photo #41: Blurry Bono

This is Bono the preacher, singer/songwriter/Superblog!!-fan. In real life he was very sharp.

The Mickey Mouse Club Theme Song

I'm a big Stanley Kubrick fan and just watched Full Metal Jacket for the second time within 24 hours so I thought you'd all like to go here and download the Mickey Mouse Club song and sing along with me.

Mickey Mouse Club x 4

Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Hey there, hi there, ho there
You're as welcome as can be
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse! (Mickey Mouse!) x 2
Forever let us hold our banner
High! High! High! High!

Come along and sing a song
And join the jamboree!
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Here we go a-marching
And a-shouting merrily
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

We play fair and we work hard
And we're in harmony
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse! (Mickey Mouse!) x 2
Forever let us hold our banner
High! High! High! High!

Boys and girls from far and near
You're welcome as can be
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse!

Rotting Away

It should be obvious to any Superblog!! reader who's been paying attention that I have no life to speak of. So if you think that Superblog!! has been slacking off a bit during the summer, don't think it's because I'm away on vacation or something stupid like that. I'm mostly sitting around watching DVDs all day long, and worrying about DVD rot:

[...] a small percentage of DVDs are suffering deteriorating effects, such as cloudy areas (that look like coffee stains), holes, and specs that show up after repeated playings. In addition, some multi-layered DVDs [...] seem to be experiencing layer separation or other defects that show up as skips or pixelization when the laser in the DVD player has to switch between the layers. Sometimes the DVD player will actually freeze at this point, preventing the playing of the next DVD layer. Much of this may be atttributed to lack of quality control at the factory where the DVDs are made.

Myself, I only buy DVDs that were manufactured in Southeast Asia. I figure, the workers' salaries are so low that the companies have got to be spending a lot of money on quality control instead. Right?

Pic stolen from here because of the filename. It's Johnny Rotten, Jordan, and an animal of some sort.

Super Best Friends!!!

Gar! Bono loves Dubya and Dubya loves everybody and all will be happy and later we will die and be sent to hell where the dead horses already are. But before later comes, I will go to Gothenburg for the concert with high priest Bono with friends. I have been to many many U2 concerts but that's in the past and this one is tomorrow! How time flies indeed.... A lot of folks will be there and many of them will be waving something white in support for the stop hunger thingie. I don't support shit like that very much because I'm a neocon. Oh, well, I support food for hungry people but I don't believe that more aid is the best solution. Nike and Coca Cola and their buddies = the universal solution for all problems. (and Superblog!!) OK. So fucking sorry for going political but it is SO FUNNY with politics!!! I laugh every time somebody says something vaguely associated with politics.

30,000 People Say Superblog!! is Better than Toothpaste, But What the Fuck Do They Know?

*Cough*. What I meant to say was that we broke 30,000 hits a day or two ago. Which is better than 25,000, but still quite far from our ultimate goal of 98,000,112,000.

Thirty thousand. That's the same as the number of Jews in Azerbaijan or Moldova or the Netherlands. Did you know that? I'll bet you didn't know that. And it's the same as the amount of dollars Jerry Lee Lewis was paid in 2000 to perform one song at some kind of event for Stan Lee Media (which was shortly afterwards a casualty of the IT crash - possibly not unrelated).

And, apparently, the number of horses that are stolen each year in the United States:

Slaughterhouse operations export horse steaks, chops and roasts to Europe, where the consumption of horse meat is acceptable and legal—unlike most states in the United States.

My mouth is starting to water just reading that. As you know, Superblog!! wholeheartedly supports the slaughter of horses. So you'd better add our names to your lists. "If it moves, kill it and eat it!", I say.

I stole the pic from this site. How do I sleep at night? On a pile of slaughtered horses.

Yelena Isinbayeva Rates Drugs at Superblog!!

Hi there! I got this picture in the mail from a journalist friend of mine. Look! It's the pole grabbing russian babe Yelena Isinbayeva! I believe that my friend is about to write some article in this paper like tomorrow so it feels good to publish his picture before he does. That's what friends are for (I also like when they buy beer for me). And I have no idea why I mentioned drugs.

This is the Conclusion to Yesterday's Interrupted Blog Entry about Sin City

Ha! Bet you thought I'd go back on my promise. Shows what you know, idiot. I would never do something like that, because it wouldn't be polite.

Here's the scope: Movie Fan Has Nose Bitten Off in Argument (it's on Salon so a free day pass is required):

July 18,2005 SYDNEY, Australia -- A movie fan had his nose bitten off outside an Australian cinema in an argument over the quality of the violent new Bruce Willis movie "Sin City," police said.

The 19-year-old victim underwent surgery to reattach the tip of his nose following the brawl Sunday night outside a movie theater in Bathurst, 125 miles west of Sydney.

All movies should be banned.

Site of the Day

Via Rich Johnston's blog, here's You Blew Me Up You Bastard.Com.

If you're killed by an act of terrorism, the newspapers and television stations will use whatever photo they can.
[...]
None of these express the anger, the rage, even the disappointment your disembodied spirit will feel at having your life untimely snuffed out.

That's where YouBlewMeUpYouBastard.com comes in. We'll store a photo of you, giving it large at the terrorists what done you in, and in the event of your body being blown to bits by a suicide bomber, we'll supply your disgusted image to all news services.

If I'm killed by terrorists, I bet the media will use this pic. Even though I keep telling people it's not really me. If that happens, I want loyal Superblog!! readers to respond with a bombing campaign against all newspapers and television stations in the world. Promise me that.

This is a Blog Entry about Sin City

Hello my friend. How are you feeling today? Good. We've written about Sin City several times before here on Superblog!!. The first time was when I alerted visitors to the teaser trailer back in December (Warning: Swedish link! Explicit content!). Then I mentioned another trailer in March, and Sammy tried to get people to break the law. I also unwittingly created one of the most popular Superblog!! entries of all time, when I wrote about Carla Gugino's tits.

For some reason I never got around to blogging about the time Christian fundamentalists awarded Sin City a "Perfect Score" ("ZERO out of 100"), as noted by Tom Peyer. Sorry.

That's because I often save interesting links and articles for so long that eventually I don't feel they're worth blogging about anymore. Superblog!! is rarely timely. (Though one exception was when we broke the news of Pope John Paul II's death internationally.)

Anyway. I was leading up to something but all this fucking linking has tired me out. I wish the Internet didn't have any links. Check back within an hour, or next week or something, and I promise I'll wrap this up, maybe.

I blame myself for this failure, but really it's your fault.

Photo #40: The House of Death

Me be back from wilderness! On way home I took picture of ugly green house in Ludvika. I very much like old ugly houses and ruins. The town of Ludvika says:

The dynamic of the business climate is shown through the fact that although many larger multinational companies are active here, there are a number of smaller companies contributing to a flexible business environment. Prices of land, housing and offices are much more competitive than in large city areas, which will help enable a faster growth for many companies.

Them honky boys in Ludvika are liars! To say that multinational companies are active in Ludvika just means that the local store sells coke (of all sorts) and bic razors. The town is falling apart and hoards of inbreds are roaming the streets night and day but mostly at night. But the ugly green house is still a beauty! Please go to Ludvika and worship that house.

Phallic Logo Awards

That's right, company logos that look like penises.

As a bonus, here's a food product that looks vaguely phallic. And another one.

And look - eggs and penis! I actually had a ton of "amusing" images like that one, which I was gonna post... but they were in poor taste and Superblog!! is, of course, primarily intended for children. Still, I trust this entry will satisfy your craving for penis-related humor for the moment.

Does Rudolph Shit in the Woods?

I guess Rudolph is still somewhat afraid because today I saw him running around in the woods somewhere close to this place. Thanks to my amazing reflexes and my trusted Konica Minolta Z5, here's the proof. Next week I will post pictures on foxes, squirrels and whisky birds.

Girls! Go Bike Riding With A Crazy Person!

You know what's so great about the Internet? Well, free porn for one thing. And tons of music and movies available for illegal downloading. But also, and perhaps most importantly, it's made it possible for the sane and the insane to communicate with each other on an equal footing. Case in point: the Scariest Messageboard Meltdown Ever (courtesy of a thread on the Comics Journal messageboard).

Here we meet a gentleman who's looking for a "cycling companion":

Be everything as it may, this transcontinental, international cyclotouriste is navigating to locate a good companion for an extended bicycling tour. Good is defined as---female, healthy, cyclist, with a sense of bold adventure, and the willingness to be compatable on an extended world tour with yours truly.
Starting time is---not any time soon.
Route is---to be decided by those on tour---you and me.
Length of time is---to be decided.
I be fifty-three, healthy, six feet, 180 pounds, good looking but nothing to get all up in the air about, blond receding hair, green eyes, university grad., writer, teacher. Can work in exotic locations and have done so, easy to get along with, adventurous, survivor, world traveler.

The initial reactions are perhaps not quite what he'd expected, prompting him to respond somewhat belligerently (Superblog!! Patented Family Warning: If you're offended by the word "fuck", please skip it):

Fuck you cowardly son of a whore. You people are the abusive ones and I AM RESPONDING APPROPRIATELY. FUCK YOU.
I dare you to come to me and interfere with what I am doing face to face. Fuck you you goddamn poltroon, yellow bellied son of a whore.
FUCK YOU. DELETE MY POST YOU FUCKING COWARDS

Et cetera. Thank God he's "easy to get along with". But it soon gets even weirder:

And you just remember this too you bastard. I am the guy who found out in detail about the plans to attack the WTC, the pentagon, and the US Capitol on or around 9-11-01. I have a book in the making right now, and part of it is on the internet. You read it and you will see that I kept those attack plans under my hat because I know about no good bastards like you and how you permeate American society.

I can't summarize this in an adequate manner. You need to go check the thread for yourself. (By the way, the same guy recently resurfaced, now posting as "Berry" on the Teenage Fanclub board.)

God bless the Internet. And chicks... don't forget to contact this guy about the bike ride. I think it could be exciting.

Today's Creepy Cocoa Scan

What. The. Fuck. I found this package of cocoa (or is it cacao?) in a cupboard. Tell me it doesn't look like someone took a baseball bat to that poor girl's mouth and smashed her teeth. And yet she's laughing! Perhaps she's hysterical with terror.

I know I am.

Let Our Enemies Live - For Now

This is just a short note to call off the manhunt for Superblog!! Enemy Number One, Rudolph. A few days ago I finally got back both the DVD and the comic (slightly damaged). I've since both reread and rewatched Ghost World and they're still cool. I also happened to read Clowes latest graphic novel Ice Haven and yeah, it's a pretty impressive book, even if I don't think it's quite the masterpiece of the form it's been hailed as.

But you didn't come here to hear what I have to say about comic books so I'll end by pointing you to the World Death Clock, where you can see how many people are dying while you're watching. During the last 54 seconds a total of 96 people died from the following causes:

18 Infectious and parasitic diseases
2 Tuberculosis
4 AIDS
3 Diarrhoeal diseases
2 Childhood-cluster diseases
1 Measles
1 Malaria
6 Respiratory infections
2 Low birth weight
1 Birth asphyxia and birth trauma
12 Cancers
1 Stomach cancer
1 Colon and rectum cancers
1 Liver cancer
2 Trachea, bronchus, lung cancers
1 Diabetes mellitus
28 Cardiovascular diseases
1 Hypertensive heart disease
12 Ischaemic heart disease
9 Cerebrovascular disease
4 Other cardiovascular diseases
4 Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease
1 Cirrhosis of the liver
2 Road traffic accidents
1 Other unintentional injuries
1 Self-inflicted injuries

Site of the Day

Findadeath.com has been around since 1999, but I've never visited it until today. After watching Time Bandits with the director's commentary on, I wanted to find out how David Rappaport killed himself. And I did! I also got to see, among other pictures, Rappaport's death certificate, his tombstone and his mailbox. You can imagine my happiness!

Incidentally, I'd give Time Bandits three Michael Keatons out of five. Terry Gilliam is great but this is one of his lesser works.

Mary Pickford Forever!!

Big Surprise! I have no idea what to blog about so here's the imdb page about Mary Pickford. Great reading isn't it? Besides, I'm on vacation and there's no internet where I am. It's very foggy though and I just ate some meat. Good! I hate most vegetarians! Mostly because they tend to be socialists aswell but also because they have no respect for good meat. Bye bye from northern Sweden! It was really nice talking to you. Keep your head down.

Evil Comics #8: Marco Polo's Journey of Fucking, Part Two

Who was it that said Internet campaigns never pay off? Because I'd like to hunt him down and rape him with a fire extinguisher. If there's one group of people I can't stand, other than Malaysians, it's pessimists. Where would we be if George W Bush had listened to the naysayers and abstained from invading Iraq? Well, Saddam would still be in power and Iraq wouldn't be the model democracy and tropical paradise it is today, that's for sure. Also there would be a lot of terrorists running around Europe, bombing civilians.

That's why I've finally decided to give in to fan demands and grace Superblog!! with the second chapter in the sordid yet childish ongoing story of Marco Polo. I think it sucks, what do you think?

Previous Evil Comics:
#1: Superblog!!'s Pal, Jimmy Olsen (cover)
#2: Superblog!!'s Girl Friend, Lois Lane (cover)
#3: Jimmy Olsen's Fist of DOOM! (cover)
#4: Marco Polo's Journey of Fucking, Part One
#5: The Origin of Superblog!!, Part One
#6: The Origin of Superblog!!, Part Two
#6½: Countdown to Normality (cover)
#7: Superblog!!'s Bitch, Lois Lame

Where Have All the Evil Squirrels Gone?

Good evening. Here's an image I put up because for like the fourth day in a row, I didn't feel like blogging proper. It's Darth Maul freaking out some kid. Or someone dressed as Maul freaking out someone dressed as a kid, what the hell do I know?

Let's all go to bed, and maybe tomorrow everything will be different.

Probably it will all be the same, but if we lose our hope, we lose our humanity.

Melting

As you may have surmised, a heat wave is sweeping over Linköping and surroundings, making it very difficult to blog. You see, computers break down, fingers catch on fire if you type too fast, acid sweat destroys chairs.

Superblog!!'s bird of the day is the kingfisher.

Superblog!!'s dead musician of the day is Luther Vandross.

Come Lick the Sweat from my Body

Fuck, I'm melting away here... and this is, like, the country with eskimoes and polar bears walking the streets and stuff. The Land of Perpetual Twilight. The Nation of Tall Blonde Chicks Dressed in Nothing but Fur. Goeran's Pigsty. You know, Sweden. It's not supposed to be 165 degrees Celsius in the shadow.

I need an Al-Qaida. But I can't go out because the sun would destroy me. So who's gonna fix it for me? I call on thee, gentle Superblog!! reader. Fail me in this and your life is forfeit. The moment of Truth is upon us.

The Brown Gold of Sweden

Hi there! Today was a fine day in northern Sweden. I saw mother moose and her two kids and I even got some good pictures but since I'm on a 56k modem I don't feel like uploading them. I forgot to take pictures of all the moose turds I saw so I stole this picture instead. Moose turds are called the brown gold of Sweden because of the crazy Germans who are paying like $10 per ounce for this stuff. I don't know what they are doing with the turds when they get them...but I don't recommend it anyway.
A better idea might be to come here and shoot yourself a moose instead.

Hunting opportunities for foreign visitors
As almost all hunting land is already accounted for, there are few opportunities to lease shooting rights in Sweden. However, many foreign hunters are invited to enjoy "exchange hunting" in Sweden. Under this scheme a foreign hunter can invite a Swedish hunter to hunt in his own country and is invited, in return, to hunt in Sweden.Another increasingly popular option is to go hunting in Sweden as a "paying guest", and more and more landowners and hunting co-operatives offer this opportunity to both Swedish and foreign visitors.

Another Film Review: The Beyond

I've had this flick lying around on VHS for many years. I think I bought it for my then-girlfriend as a kind of stupid present but we never even removed the plastic wrapping and when we split up it somehow wound up with me. Since I don't really watch stuff on video anymore, I'd expected to either unload it (and my many other VHS movies) on some sucker, or, failing that, throw it away unseen.

But then crappy-movie-lover Moocko, who's gay for Lucio Fulci, talked me into watching it. And I'll kill him for it. This film is dull as dishwater, a clichéd and predictable piece of trash, and not even scary.

It's not the worst film in history or anything, it's just that over the last week I've watched like a dozen movies (on cinema, DVD, and television). And while not every one of them was great, all except this one were at least entertaining enough to dull the pain that is my life. The Beyond, on the other hand, made me feel like I'm wasting my life, and for that, I hate it. Mr Fulci, if I ever see you on the street, I'm gonna knee you in the balls. Don't tell me zombies can feel no pain.

Superblog!! gives The Beyond one Keaton out of five:



PLEASE NOTE: While watching Return to Oz yesterday, I drank beer, which makes me mellow. Today I had coffee, which makes me agitated.

Return to Oz

It's hotter than Hell in Linköping today, so after spending some time in the sun and realizing it wasn't healthy, I had a People's beer and watched Walter Murch's Return to Oz (which I got as a birthday present from my co-blogger). It's a dark and depressing film, far from the uplifting and colorful Wizard of Oz (though, in content, it's actually pretty faithful to the books).

It starts with Dorothy, played by a prepubescent Fairuza Balk, being sent to a hospital to receive electric shock treatment for her delusions. And it gets worse after that. I can easily imagine this movie scaring the shit out of small children. I guess it was a commercial failure too, considering Murch hasn't directed anything since. (He's done a lot of other things, though, including helping restore Touch of Evil to Orson Welles' original vision.)

But it's pretty cool and the effects are surprisingly neat. With the caveat that adults probably shouldn't watch it entirely sober, I'll give it four Michael Keatons out of five.

The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Flesh Eating Monsters

Tomorrow I'm going to Åre. That'll be fun and it also means that I don't have to blog every other day. Thank you sweet Jebus... Also, hooray!! By posting that fine picture, new visitors are spared the ugly face of Al Gore. To be sure I will now cut and paste some bullshit from some page. Hold on a sec. Ahh.. here!

I left college after a semester and a half, tried my hand at construction, waiting tables, pizza delivery, and security work, during which time I applied for several law enforcement positions, hoping to become a California Highway patrol officer, like my uncle. I soon enough reached the point of dissatisfaction with waiting to start my life, when my father submitted an off the cuff suggestion: "You could always join the Marines." The idea was that I could do that for four years and maybe gain the necessary credentials to become a police officer and to gain a foothold for myself that I had not attained up to that point. Without giving it second thought, I called the recruiting station and made an appointment to see about my options. They were very nice, but more than that, they were confident, young men, and not much older than myself (I was 20). The recruiter counseled me on the process of becoming a Marine. The purpose of this twelve-week indoctrination is to produce the most efficient, disciplined, and gallant, killing machine.

I'll save you the time and misery and reveal what happens to the kid. He becomes a marine and now he's some kind of marxist writing for a couple of left blogs and that's it.
For me it's time to pack my bags and head for the more hillbilly parts of Sweden. See ya.

Terrorism Changes Everything

You know what the worst thing about terror attacks is? Aside from innocent people getting hurt and killed, I mean? It's the inevitable changes in the television schedule!!! Okay, so maybe that's, like, the 24th worst thing, but it's an interesting phenomenon. For instance, this evening TV3 will replace Fear Factor USA and the movie Live From Baghdad with Extreme Home Makeover and Roxanne. I wouldn't have watched any of these, but isn't it weird? The movie appears to be very peripherally connected to what's happened in London, and Fear Factor has obviously been scrapped just because of its title. Have the terrorists already won?

Picture taken from Motorcycle Accessories Warehouse.

Here Little Piggy...

Oink, oink.... How are you? Vote now! We're gonna watch a DVD and we'll let you loyal Superblog!! fans decide which one it's gonna be!!!!!!

Swedish Bikini Team Not 100% Swedish

I just felt that Superblog!! needed more bikini girls and now everything is in order. Except for one tiny little detail. Not 100% Swedish? Yes, one of the girls is from Norway. Guess who? The stupid looking perhaps? I don't know.

A Time for Bombs Bursting in the Air

Happy Fourth of July, American Superblog!! fans! Googling for information on this proud date yielded the following:

Independence Day celebrates the birthday of the United States of America. Founded July 4th 1776, with the signing of the Declaration of Independence, America is celebrating it's 226th birthday this year (2002)
The 4th of July is a time for the Red White and Blue. A time for Picnics, Parades and Marching Bands. A time for Beaches, BBQs and "Bombs Bursting in Air."

How nice. Whenever I think about this day, I think about the movie Independence Day, starring Will Smith as The Human. In many ways, ID4 is the worst movie ever made. If you're seriously wondering why, you should read "40 Things I Learned from ID4". There's just TOO much utter stupidity in this movie. It's intensely annoying to watch. Some of my favorites:

17. People too drunk to walk can still fly crop dusters and F-18s.

30. The President's Press secretary keeps her cell phone listed in the phone book "in case of emergencies."

37. Even though the Mac isn't compatible with most other Earthly operating systems, it can interface with an alien computer.

39. Rather than attacking a planet when they first encounter it (i.e., 1940s), aliens wait until the planet has developed just enough technology to possibly defend itself.

Qui-Gon Jinn, Discount Jedi

Considering I don't really give a shit about the Star Wars movies, it's weird that something related to them seems to pop up here on Superblog!! every few months. If it's not spoilers for Episode Three, it's a review of Episode Two.

Today's entry was triggered by a discussion at the pub yesterday. I was trying to convince a Star Wars fan that Liam Neeson's character in the terrible Episode One is extremely fucking weak.

I'm not the only one to notice Neeson's suckiness. Check this out. I scanned it from Submedia #1 (an interesting but practically unreadable comics magazine, published in 1999). It asks the question "Is there a more incompetent Jedi than Oskar Schindler?" and proceeds to list his accomplishments.


I suggest clicking for a larger image. It will still be frustrating to read, but in your heart you know it's worth it.

In Sweden, Nobody Can Hear you Scream

Here's Åsa! She likes salty balls. I guess it's supposed to be a field of meatballs she's standing in but it could also be Swedish nazi chocolate balls. Today is a good day to tell a little about how fucked up things are in Sweden but why should I, a Swede, do that when we have some Aussies at hand. This is their story from their real life as Aussies living in Sweden. (Funny things are happening to their minds because everybody's mind gets fucked up by living in Sweden.)

YOU KNOW YOU’VE BEEN IN SWEDEN TOO LONG WHEN...........

5. When a stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume:
a: he is drunk
b: he is insane
c: he's an American

10. Silence is fun.
14. A sharp intake of breath has become part of your vocabulary, as has the sound ”Jah hahh”
19. Your bad mood becomes your good mood.
46. You know that more than three channels means cable.
72. You think it's more fun to stay at home and drink then go out.
82. Americans start to look entertaining, witty and fun, and you just want to go to the U.S.A., travelling across country on a greyhound, because it's "romantic."
83. You and your friends know exactly the same information, and have the same attitudes and beliefs in the value of Social Democracy.

Them Aussies really likes to make lists. 383 reasons, all in all. I would have returned home after like 15 reasons.

Shit, I Forgot to Blog Today

Hey, did you know the internet is shit? Well it is.

Here's a link to sexy poo. Oh god it's hot.

Here's an image that moved me to tears. That fucking bird...

Here's a link to some huge penises. Something for the ladies.

Now let's all go out and have a few beers.

Today's Lank!

As you all should know, lank means link and here it is!
Woman falling and bouncing on several balls .

World's Ugliest Dog is Crowned

....and his name is Sam! Learn Swedish real quick and read about it in The Socialist Evening Post. Or you could click here, here or here if you want to catch up on ugly dog contests.

Sammy goes Subsonic Tonight

I bought a new subwoofer today (Ace-Bass 2 by Audio Pro) and I really need to listen to it all night long. To make a short story shorter. No more blogging until tomorrow!

Musically I have yet to hear a modern subwoofer that can match the Audio Pro in terms of speed and detail. Play any up-tempo song with a strong bass line and you will find the precision and depth with which that bass is reproduced quite astounding. Pros: Extraordinary speed and detail; compact form factor; plenty of window rattling power.Cons: None
Sound: 5 stars
Build: 5 stars
Value: 5 stars
Overall: 5 stars

25,000 Hits! Time to Buy Adspace, Fuckers!

Nah, maybe not yet. Twenty-five thousand hits may sound like a lot but it's fewer than the number of people who live on Åland (you know, where we went on the Ship of Death? The population of Åland was 26,257 as of 2002 and their national motto is a question mark).

And we've been doing this almost every day for six months, so it's not a very impressive turnout on a per-day basis. Of course, the first few months were mainly a political pissing match, culminating in this reactionary post from Sammy, Superblog!!'s resident Neocon. (Gosh, now that everything is going so great in Iraq I feel kind of stupid for opposing the war.)

Nowadays, though, we're united against the common enemy that is Sweden's Socialist dictatorship. Particularly Sweden's Minister for Foreign Affairs, Laila Fraivalds, who failed as Minister of Justice and resigned in shame, yet rose from the ashes after Anna Lindh was martyred.

So, thanks for visiting, and we promise to never ever bring up politics on Superblog!!