This from my recent trip to Falun. I take good pictures. From where I live it's 200 miles to Falun. That's a long way but if you're like positive about it the scenery is great and if you're realistic it's mostly a lot of trees. I shall now go watch TV.
Here is what I wrote yesterday:
Happiness Week Part The Fifth
Every night I attempt to copulate with my DVD player as I am CONVINCED that, through SHEER WILLPOWER, I can bring forth a child into this world. Said child shall be named BORELIO, after Sweden's greatest Minister of Trade ever. Together we shall conquer the world, laying continent after continent at our feet. And then... the Death Camps. They will be a beauty to behold.
As a wise man once said, I am sober on Norrland's Silver.
Hey! A link from Rudolph (yeah, the F-nosed one): Inspirational! Cos 2morra Sam & Ich will outperform the star of that movie. U betcha.
Here is what I write 2day: Yabba, here's what fucking I write! I, you say? Who's I? It's me you munchers! Me Uncle Sammy. Let me take you all aboard the loveboat!!! (Where I'll kill you!!)
Happy !!! :-)
Happy projector projecting ....
Happy Movie !!
Makes Sad Man ...
Happy man !!!
Happiness Week, Part 3
Cats make me smile. I've never understood dogs but I really like cats. They're intelligent, lazy and vain. Just like me! Also, they're way too cool to be taught stupid tricks. If I didn't travel so much and/or if I had any friends in this evil town (poor me), I would totally get a cat.
When I was a kid I did have a cat. He was kind of disturbed so nobody liked him except me. He clawed most people who tried to touch him, but me and him got along fine. It seems like a dumb thing to say about a pet, but for several years he was kind of my best friend.
One day he was killed. I held him as he died.
That was my contribution to HAPPY WEEK. Send me $820 and I'll buy the thing for you, wrap it up nicely and send it worldwide and all.
Today is the start of Happiness Week here at SUPERBLOG!! Join us every day for a new and exciting post on being happy.
1. Music makes you happy. Therefore you should read this post - and, indeed, every forthcoming post - while listening to Ren & Stimpy's Happy Happy Joy Joy song.
2. Movies make you happy. Have you seen Happiness? It's good. Download it. It's free and you'll stick it to the man.
3. Books make you happy. And now you can actually buy Authentic Happiness! Warning: Inexplicable.
Other purported sources of happiness: art, sex, money, marriage, children, work, porn, friends, security, freedom, revenge, pets, alcohol, drugs, toys. (Granted, some of those may be more commonly associated with feelings of misery.) We'll deal with as many of them as we have time for before the week is over. See you tomorrow!
In the birth of THE Internet back in 1958 i spent lots of time surfing around at prisonpenpals.com and today I remembered why. I'm a bad person and I enjoy to read stupid things by persons behind bars.
I'm federally incarcerated on current charges of distribution of drugs and guns. I've made my fair share of mistakes, but haven't we all.
Write him. Write him now! There might be a serious relationship waiting for you.
Bored at work. Drew this. Original. You try it. Or don't.
Is it a sign of weakness that virtually everything SUPERBLOG!! has published recently has been stolen from Progessive Ruin? I don't know and I don't care. You'll lap it up and like it, SUPERBLOG!! fans.
I can't be bothered to write anything today so I'll just quote from the Daily Mail:
When Walt Disney created his world famous cartoon characters, his emphasis was on family entertainment. But Mickey Mouse, Minnie and Goofy have gone against their creator's vision by simulating sex on a smutty Internet video. [...] The clips were shot at Disneyland Paris and then posted on YouTube.Com, the popular site for viewing bizarre videos. It has now been removed.
Oh, those French fuckers. (Or should I say freedom fuckers?) But long live lazy blogging!
I've been away most of this week (I spent the last couple of days in the totally useless city of Gothenburg) but now, as you can summise from the fact that you are reading these words or something, I am back.
About this blog entry: Originally I was intent on furnishing you with a truthful account of my many bizarre erotic advantures, but, alas, no such adventures occurred.
Instead, I post this picture (which I probably swiped from Progressive Ruin) and walk away with my heart full of shame.
It's wednesday night football and it really is. Swedes against the Ice people. The score is tied 1-1 and I'm very excited. Yes. Also very fucking tired since I have to see lots of sick people every day and they're mostly nice and all but still. Whooopee because this Friday it will be over. Over for like many months and I can go back to staring at stuff instead of staring at sick people. It will be nice.
BIG FAT UPDATE: We won.
I was only kidding the other day. Or I changed my mind. Today is Monday. AGAIN. And tomorrow morning I have to go away. AGAIN. But I'll come back later this week. And then I'll go away again. AGAIN. So I'll probably not blog as much this week as I've promised you I might do in the future except I never did before so why would you believe me now. BUT. If I can get to a computer I MIGHT blog. But then again, I might not. This is all a game to me. Not really. I'm fighting for my life. Not really. The last three or four days, I've been... I don't know, consumed by Angst, I guess. I was fine for ahile, but now I'm starting to wonder WHY THE FUCK, and HOW MUCH IS, and similar questions that only really make sense to me and no one else. Probably I've been working too hard, and we all know work is for SHITBAGS.
I spent the weekend in good old Lickpig, the town where I wasn't born. I didn't have time to do as much as I'd planned, but I bought a shitload of shit (more than I could comfortably carry in my SHITBAG), and got my hair cut (SEVERELY), and had a few beers with Jenny Brain, and then listened to the mostly boring record collections of a bunch of Sam's People. And then I tried to write, but I wrote SHIT. And then I went back home, and it was shit as well.
Possible title for my forthcoming autobiography: I scratched out my eyes to get to the shit inside.
Anybody seen this film? Is it any good?
Hey hey hey. Sorry for not blogging in awhile but I've been way too busy with STUPID WORK. I hate working. I firmly believe that if God had wanted us to work, he would have given us fucking HAMMERS instead of NOSES, or whatever. (I like writing in capital letters. It makes stuff seem IMPORTANT.) So. Work. Work sucks the soul out of your body and leaves you depleted and deflated and confused.
No, of course I don't REALLY work with hammers and stuff. My work consists of telling other people what to do. I would NEVER do actual, physical work. In fact, I hate even having to get up from the couch to get a new beer from the fridge. THEREFORE, I am currently training myself to levitate beer cans with my MIND.
So. Sorry for not blogging in awhile. Starting from now, I vow to blog every single day, except when I don't feel like it. And that's a PROMISE, "friends".
