Sunday, May 28, 2006

So Here's What Happened

I went away to a conference for a few days. During my time away, my co-blogger had a pretty horrible emergency which he'll maybe tell you about eventually, or maybe not. (It's still ongoing.) But I miss SUPERBLOG!!, and I know you do too, so I'm gonna try and get back on the horse.

You know, Alex Toth's departure is significant for a great multitude of reasons, none of which I will go into, now or ever.

Incidentally, yesterday was the birthday of one of my prag monkeys, Mr Chapman. Congratulations, prag monkey.

I have lived a long time now, but so far nobody has seen fit to bake me a tiger cake. What's that all about? Why do you deprive me of tiger cake? I have no friends.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Listen We Are All Everything Now

Open veins let love in. Does the universe suck, or is it just we? Rabbit SUPERBLOG!! of snakes, of soda in the middle of the world. All always never always explicit. I spoke to you, to the thankless pain of illnesses, of death, of lives, fortitude and the future of stones, of soya.

Sense is for the sensible.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Hottest Photo I've Ever Seen

Sluts, booze, and bad craziness. Yeah, this pic is what Swedes call "tre önskningar i en". My favorite is the blonde on the left. Cos she has teh Angst. That's an added bonus, in all walks of life.

Acknowledgment: I didn't paint this picture myself, I found it on the Internet. Thanks, Internet.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Photo #90: My Friend Bubba

This is my friend Bubba. He protects the earth with his AK5. That is not his face and Bubba aint his name. I changed both to protect the innocent.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

The Bugs Say

Friday, May 12, 2006

My Day In The Sun

Got up, made breakfast, went to town and played squash. I won because friend/co-player fell on stone and hurt back when on mountainbike, thus played squash poorly. Drove home, picked up woman and child, went to mall, got home where I sat in the sun for a while. Played some funky music and when done playing music I watched some simpsons on new cable channel (good channel). Decided whisky was good idea and had some whisky and watched pilot episode Stephen King, Kingdom Hospital. Bad whisky or strange pilot?Huh? Confusing shit. Will watch next episode just in case it is good and not so confusing. Now I'll go and watch some Deadwood, season 2. Not confusing at all. Thank you Goo for inspiring me to write aboot my day in the sun. You're in Chicago where there are local pubs. I would like to have a local pub too but since I live where I live I have to go three miles to a crappy pizzeria where they only have watered beer.

ps. I changed two diapers today aswell because diapers needs to be changed. ds.

What Am I Choking On?

Life Is Precious And I Am A Flower

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Hello World

I have a dream (every other night or so) It includes Dubya, butter, the Bible and some music by Pachelbel. Wow! This post reminds me of the good ole days when I was Sweden's number one midi collector! Blogging is like therapy. From now on I'll encourage all my clients to blog.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Sick Boy Sick 4 Real 4 Real

A few years ago, when I was still young and vibrant, people used to call me Sick Boy. (Never mind why.) I've used that nickname myself a couple of times here on SUPERBLOG!!, but I never thought it was entirely accurate. I've always preferred to think of myself as Nice Guy, like Dad used to call me (bless his deluded soul).

Today, for various reasons, I finally had to face facts. I don't know why I resisted it. It feels like coming home.

Photo #89: King is Kung in Sweden

Those are my books. I read one of them yesterday and tomorrow I plan to read the other one.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Vapid Yet Sexy Socialite Bares All

I'm having one of my Dark Days so I wrote a blog entry about feeling like dog shit stuck on a shoe, but it was kind of a downer so I decided against posting it. Instead I'm going to post a few links. Nothing very interesting, but still:

Television history: In 1965, children's TV host Soupy Sales got suspended for asking kids to send him money on air:

"Hey kids, last night was New Year's Eve, and your mother and dad were out having a great time. They are probably still sleeping and what I want you to do is tiptoe in their bedroom and go in your mom's pocketbook and your dad's pants, which are probably on the floor. You'll see a lot of green pieces of paper with pictures of guys in beards. Put them in an envelope and send them to me at Soupy Sales, Channel 5, New York, New York. And you know what I'm going to send you? A post card from Puerto Rico!"

Movie trailer: Superman Returns. It's obviously Kevin Spacey's film. "Billions!"

Writer Bob Andelman is a mirror image of terrorist Sami Al-Arian.

Webmasters who didn't think when they registered their URL. (SUPERBLOG!! has mentioned a couple of them before.)

By the way... Please welcome SUPERBLOG!!'s latest Blogspot Brethren: Thoughts from the Ether and The Voice Of The Munkey. I trust they'll jump with joy for being mentioned here. Or not.

Friday, May 05, 2006

The Changing Post of Rasputin

Hi there,

In the early beginning of SUPERBLOG!! the very annoying rule was that Koal*a had to spell my check but these days are long gone now 'cause now I can spell English like the Bee.
I'll prooove that right away but first a picture!!! A great picture taken by me!!

What's that??? Is it...? It's a bunch of people staying at a luxury hotel in Rio conferencing about how to battle poverty!! I'm for that, especially since I stayed at the same hotel with them sweet sweet people! Confused? Check it out!! See that Japaneesey fellow second from left? He said hello to Gorbathcevski, Mother Theresa and me but I was not with him in the fancy pamphlet.

Enough with Koooks and gooks. Next slide.

Yoowsa!!! It's a toilet! Again. U see,once I was in Brazil to meet with Brazilian folks and when they came here they stayed at the Stockholm Sergel Plaza and when I came by and said hello and stuff I drank stuff and had to visit the bathroom and when in bathroom I always need to thake a photo and some more but anyways there it was.

I have not been very good blog wise but all the blame must be put on my daughter. No, not really. It's me. It's always me.... See, she was somewhat ill and we had to go to hospital for some days and get her well and now she's well but you sir and madam will still be ****. I really regret to say that but we try to be true and Godly here. I'm OK. No, wait! This almost first time me post loads of pictures so me post one more.

****!!! This should be in my photo series but shit gives who a butt....?

Oh my God! It's Baby Sam! My love child! She's blurry, just like her father!

Did I mention that we eat rotten fish in Sweden? No, never did that. We do eat rotten fish in Sweden. Come join us any day. You drink lots of vodka when eating Swedish stinking rotten fish so everything's gonna be alright.

A half-starved population with a ‘what the heck mentality’, decided to go ahead and try storing fish without such trifles as preservation. There must have been an almighty stink when the first barrels of fish were opened half a year later, but despite what anyone sane might nowadays expect, the dish that has an eau-de-toilet pan perfume was adopted and became tradition.

FISH !!!!!

UPDATE!! I made lots of changes to this post because that's what I do. I change things. Every day.

UPDATE 2!! I changed some more....

SUPERBLOG!! Celebrates Blank Post Friday

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Selected Memories from Duesseldorf: The Kids Aren't Alright

So we were in this pub, something like the third in sequence. We were trying to establish some kind of rapport with The Kids, but The Kids were boring and stupid and ugly. One of them looked like half of Rob'n'Raz, and he was an asshole. His girlfriend was nicer, but still German, and Germans are pigs. Speaking of pigs, the third and last Kid was a policeman!

"Ein Zwei Polizei!" said my colleague, Uncle S.
"Ahhh!" said the policeman. "Ich bin ein Polizei!!"
Du bist ein Schweinhund, I thought, but I didn't say anything. But slightly later I exclaimed, "Bayern-München!"
"Ahhh!", said der Polizist.
"Düsseldorf ist traurig!", said I.
"Was meinst du?", said The Kids.
"Düsseldorf ist traurig!", I said once more, with a stupid smile on my lips.
"Düsseldorf ist traurig", I said again, shrugging my shoulders. And that's when they stopped paying attention to me.

It was also around that time we realized that trying to speak Random German was a mistake. The rest of the night we spoke Drunken Gibberish, and thus was able to communicate far better with strangers.

I believe the photo above was taken by Uncle S at virtually the same moment this conversation took place! I'm posting it without his permission, as a political statement. Free Tibet!!

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

C For Cookie

An amusing video clip:

Movie Trailer Spoof of V for Vendetta. What happens in a futuristic world where the consumption of cookies is controlled by the government??

"People should not be afraid of cookie. Cookie should be afraid of people." Indeed.

For another Sesame Street related news item reported on SUPERBLOG!!, see last year's entry Cookie Monster Forced to Betray Everything He Fucking Stands For.

For SUPERBLOG!!'s initial reaction to the news of a movie based on V for Vendetta, see Matrix Trilogy Assistant Director to Butcher Another Alan Moore Classic, and marvel at how serious and engaged SUPERBLOG!! was back then. It's just weird.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

I've Had It With These Snakes

Speaking of five months ago, I've wanted to blog about this since back when nobody had heard about it and now everybody has heard about it but I'm blogging about it anyway because I'm a rebel and SUPERBLOG!! is never timely. I have a long, looooong list of stuff to blog about and whenever I can't be bothered to think up something new, I grab one item from the list. And I can't tell you how many times I've written up an entire blog entry (sometimes complete with a bunch of links), and then I just don't feel like posting it so I write something else instead and put the ready-made blog entry on the list.

Anyway. Here's what I was gonna post: Is there anyone - anyone - out there who doubts that this will be the greatest cinematic experience in the history of the universe? I mean, come on! SNAKES ON A FUCKING PLANE. That's high concept. But I can tell I'm preaching to the converted. Here are some more Photoshopped posters.

Did you know they're even tailoring it to the demands of the fans? Well, they are.

Oohh, who cares.

IRONY OF IRONIES: I found every word of this blog entry (well, excepting this paragraph) in my to-blog-about list. Get it? I'd rejected it once again and forgotten about it and just now re-found it. How cool is that? Not very. I have to go eat now.

Monday, May 01, 2006

The Day The Dead Come Back To Life

Yesterday was Walpurgis Eve and today is May 1, which means thousands of Swedes are out demonstrating. What are they demonstrating for? The exhumation and reinstation of Lenin and Stalin and Mao Zedong. And that's why the first of May is a "Red Day" in Sweden, a day of blood.

The Social Democratic Workers' Party has been in power for the better part of a century, which is why Sweden has the highest taxes in the world, but not the world's best healthcare or schools or whatever. Its symbol is, of course, a smirking monkey.