Monthly Archives: April 2009
Disney

I looked through a list of all animated Disney movies and I wasn’t surprised to realize that all of my favourite Disney movies were made in the 80s and 90s, the decades during which I grew up.

My all time favourite is Beauty and the Beast (1991) followed by The Little Mermaid (1989) and Aladdin (1992). I don’t think any movies followed by The Lion King in 1994 are worth watching. Perhaps I was just too old to apprechiate those movies when they came out, or they really aren’t very good. I go for the second.

Which are your favourite animated Disney movies?

Discrediting your opponents

Today a customer at the thrift store basicly called my boss a racist. There was a disagreement and he said that if he had been swedish there wouldn’t have been a problem. I’m not sure what country he was from but apparantly in his mind the reason to why he couldn’t return the item was not because of our one week policy but because of his nationality. Fucking bullshit.

It’s just like the Israel/Palestine debate going on in Sweden. People have seriously accused Lars Ohly (the leader of the swedish left party) of being anti-semitic just because he criticize Israels politics. That’s very funny since the swedish left party are very involved in the fight against racism. Just because you criticize a country for it’s actions it doesn’t mean you have anything against them as ethnic group.

It’s the same with what happend at my job today. I guess it’s just a easy way to discredit your opponents.

A royal wedding

Like some of you know Sweden is a monarchy, even though the king doesn’t have any actual power. He’s mostly a pretty (yeah, right) symbol who gets to travel the world to meet all kinds of important people as a poster boy for Sweden.

And like some of you also know I think it’s embarassing for a democratic country as Sweden to have a royal house with a title inherited. Sure the royal family might not have any actual power but they’re still a official symbol of Sweden. Shouldn’t people representing our country be elected by us, the people? I’m ashamed of this. Very, very ashamed.

In a year or two the swedish princess Victoria will get married. The royal house wants extra money to pay for her wedding. They already get millions every year and now they want even more? I thought that since I’m helping to pay for this wedding I should be invited to it. So I sent a e-mail to the royal house. First comes the swedish version and below that I’ve translated it to english. So here’s what I wrote:

“Hej Victoria!

Eftersom mina skattepengar kommer bekosta ditt bröllop så tycker jag att det vore trevligt att bli bjuden. Att enbart stå utanför kyrkan mitt i en samling av galna rojalister med kameror känns ju lite halvdant. Nej nej, jag vill vara med i kyrkan och på mottagningen efteråt. Jag borde ju allra minst få en bit tårta! Du får ju gifta dig i lyx och flärd på andra människors bekostnad så en liten bit tårta kan jag väl få? Och kanske min mormor också? Hon har betalat skatt i minst femtio år. Tänk så mycket pengar ni fått av henne! Kan inte hon också få en bit tårta? Det skulle vara jättegulligt.

Ps. Vilken dresscode gäller på bröllopet? Du kanske har något jag kan låna? Återigen, tänk på hur mycket skattepengar din familj fått av mig och min mormor. Ds.

Puss och kram!”

And in english:

“Hello Victoria!

Since my tax money will pay for your wedding I think it would be nice to be invited. To only stand outside the church in the middle of a bunch of crazy royalists with cameras feels a bit boring. No no, I want to be in the church during the ceremony and at the reception afterwards. I should at least get a piece of cake! After all you get to get married in luxory on the cost of other people so can’t I have a small piece of cake? And maybe my grandmother could get one too? She’s paid taxes for at least fifty years. Just imagine how much money she’s given you! Can’t she have a piece of cake too? That would be so sweet.

Ps. What’s the dressoce for the wedding? Perhaps you could lend me something? Once again, think about how much money your family has got from me and my grandma. Ds.

Kisses and hugs!”

Jag är värd 7383:-

This is the aproximate value of things I wear and carry with me on a normal work day.
The numbers in Euro are just the aproximate numbers (screw decimals), except for the total. That one’s exact even in Euro.

Clothes:
Army jacket: 350:- (33€)
Hoodie: 350:- (33€)
Jeans: 150:- (14€)
Belt: 100:- (9€)
Socks: 10:- (0,9€)
Bra: 100:- (9€)
Knickers: 30:- (3€)
Shoes: 250:- (23€)
Bag: 350:- (33€)

Jewelry:
7 earrings: 140:- (13€)
2 necklaces: 50:- (5€)
33 plastic bracelets: 33:- (3€)
Ring: 100:- (9€)
Lip ring: 100:- (9€)
Nose ring: 100:- (9€)
Sweat band: 10:- (0,9€)

Stuff in my bag:
Sony Ericsson cell: 3000:- (279€)
Siemens cell: 1000:- (93€)
Headset: 300:- (28€)
Wallet: 50:- (5€)
Make-up bag: 150:- (14€)
Small bag for random stuff: 100:- (9€)
Hair brush: 40:- (4€)
Pocket mirror: 65:- (6€)
Cigarettes: 40:- (4€)
2 lighters: 25:- (2€)
Lint roller: 20:- (2€)
Nail file: 70:- (6€)
Key chains: 100:- (9€)
Mascara: 100:- (9€)
Eyeshadow: 50:- (5€)
Body glitter: 50:- (5€)

Total: 7383:- (688€)

Like you see not a lot of the things I wear and carry with me are expensive. When you add the cost of every little thing it’s a lot of money though. It would be interesting doing this with all the stuff I own. All my furniture, kitchen supplies, books, clothes, movies, health care products etc. I’m not rich but during my 25 years on this earth I’ve bought and got a lot of stuff. Just my 30 pairs of shoes is worth a pretty penny. Not to mention my 250 books.

Dokumentert til skånsomt at polere og effektivt gjore/göra dine tenner/tänder hvitere/vitare

I was just reading about the wonderful benefits of using Colagate whitening toothpaste on the toothpaste tube and stopped to think about how funny it is when they mix swedish and norwegian on grocery (and other) packages. Swedish and norwegian are very similar so to keep the lenght of the text down whoever makes the package descriptions often write the text in this weird mix of both languages since the words which aren’t exactly the same mostly are just spelled slightly differently.

So, what I started to think about was wether there are other languages which are this similar to eachother. You people from all over the world reading my blog maybe can answear that question. Is there a language similar to yours which you even if you don’t speak can understand perfectly?

When asked about how many languages I speak I always say two; swedish and english. But it’s more like two and a half really because even if I can’t actually speak norwegian I understand it.  God knows there are swedish accents which are harder to understand than norwegiean (hello skånska).

Speaking of languages, I really regret that I didn’t continue with french when I started high school. I studied it for four years but now it’s been ten years since my last french class. Need I say that I’ve forgot most of it? The only thing I really remember except for a few simple words is how to pronounce things. Put a french text in front of me and I’ll read it to you in perfect french (except for those weird R:s) but don’t expect me to understand more than ten words of what I just read to you. Funny, isn’t it?

I also knew sign language. I took sing language courses with mom, grandpa and my sister when I was a kid and also studied it in high school but that’s a long time ago so I barely remember anything of that language either. That’s such a shame because it’s a perfect thing to use when you don’t want people to know what you’re saying. Like this time when me and my sister discussed a group of people standing next to us saying in sign language that the girls were bimbos and the guy a player.

Ok this was gonna be a short entry but it obviously didn’t turn out that way. I’m gonna stop now before you fall asleep. Since I have nothing else to do I’m gonna clean my apartment, again. It’s only been three days since I last cleaned it but there’s cat hair everywhery. Laters!

Finnish summer soup

So I’ve decided to blog even when I have absolutely nothing new to tell you or talk about. So here we go. This is the results of my uneventful day. Well personally I don’t think grocery shopping deserves to be called an event. Buuuut, at the grocery store I bought a few things which I because of my lack of things to tell you will show you.

shopping

1. Two CD boxes with skulls on. I’m not sure what to use them for but I’m thinking perhaps when I travel or maybe for CD’s with photos and random computer back-up stuff. Whatever. They’re pretty and only costed me 10 SEK (1€) a piece so wether I actually will find a use for them or not is irrelevant.

2. A small notebook. Nothing special. I just needed a new notebook.

3. Garden gloves with strawberries on. Not that I have a garden but I do have a balcony where I every summer place some flower pots. Ok, I don’t actually need these gloves but they’re cute so yeah… I bought them anyway.

4. Plastic plates and cups with flowers on. These I actually need. They’re perfect for when me and my friends sit in parks drinking booze hold picnics in the summer.

AND now I can make finnish summer soup! Let me share the recipe. you’re gonna love it!

You need:
1 plate with flowers on
1 bottle of Koskenkorva (finnish vodka). Well it’s not a whole bottle per serving but you’re gonna want a re-fill, or two, or three or ten, you know.

Ok, so here’s what you do:
Pour the vodka on the plate. Eat with a spoon or drink directly from the plate. Who cares, you’ll end up drunk anyway! Add soda, marguerita mix or whatever for extra taste.

Enjoy!

I really dislike…

I’m really gonna try to blog more often. The problem is that I don’t want to blog about too boring things and mostly my life is pretty boring. So instead of writing about how I cut the hedges at work and then went home to watch a movie I don’t write anything at all.

You’ve all probably noted that I rarely blog about what I actually do. It’s almost always about things I think about, like or dislike. Well I think about and like a lot of things and dislike even more things so really, I do have lots of things to blog about.

So to follow that line today I’m gonna blog about things I dislike. Oh man, where do I start?

1. I really dislike High School Musical. I don’t get the charm. Are they trying to do a new Grease? If so they fail miserably. The songs are just plain awful and boring compared to the catchy and wonderful Grease songs (except for that one about going back to high school, that one is so boring!). Maybe I’m just too old to apprechiate HSM but I don’t think that’s the case since I still do like high school movies. It must be that HSM just suck.

2. I really dislike harem pants. Not only dislike, oh no, I really hate harem pants. Why oh why would anyone want to wear such a fashion faux-pas?! It’s looks horrible, on everyone!

3. I really dislike cooking. If I in the future live with a boyfriend I would gladly do all the cleaning if he did all the cooking. Cleaning is fun, cooking is boring. Plus I really suck at cooking. I mean, really, really suck at it.

4. I really dislike gladiator sandals. I think they’re plain fugly and I’m not a fan of sandals in general since I think feet are ugly and should be hid in shoes covering up as much as possible of them.

5. And I really dislike being hungry so now I’m gonna go make some dinner. Which brings me back to things I dislike number 3.

Anyway, laters!

The neurotic apartment single, better than a neurotic housewife

I’ve spent most of yesterday and today cleaning and doing laundry, while watching Gilmore Girls. I finished the cleaning several hours ago and ever since I’ve been thinking about what there’s to organize in my home. As many of you already know sorting and organizing things is something I never get tired of. Problem is there isn’t anything more to do. De nada! Everything is clean and perfect. I know where every single damn item I own is located (except for that stove thingy which mystically disappeared today, hello where are you?). It disappeared when I was doing the dishes so at first I thought it might have fallen down the garbage disposal. Then I realized I don’t own such a device and concluded that someone must have snuck into my apartment and stole it while I was in the bathroom. No seriously, sometimes things magically disappear in my apartment to be found in very weird places several months later. Why? Two words: CAT PLAYING.

Anyway, since my apartment is flawless and I don’t have anything to organize I’m gonna start collecting stamps. A stamp collection is a ongoing project of organizing. There’s no end to the possibilities! You can organize them by themes, countries or time periods and every time you buy new stamps you need to re-organize all the ones you already own to fit in the new ones. Fun, fun, fun!

Yes, I am weird. But I also have the cleanest and most well-organized home I know of so it’s all good. :P

Dagens ord: Skohorn

Dream away

Sometimes I wish I lived in another time. I guess it’s easy to romanticize past times when life feels boring and lacking in adventures.

I see myself walking in a rose garden with a castle in the background, dressed in a fancy gown. I see myself living in a cottage in the woods, making herb medicines. I see myself riding a carridge down the streets of 17th century London.

It wouldn’t be that great though. Not when I really think about it. I don’t fancy witch processes and the plague. And really, a world without showers, the internet and rock music? Where religion is looked upon as the only truth and women aren’t allowed to vote? No, thank you.

Besides, since I today make pretty much as little money as you can make in Sweden I’d probably be poor in any time. In Sweden today you can be poor and still live a very good life but it wasn’t like that 100 years ago (and still isn’t like that in most countries). It’s not like I’d live in a castle. Well perhaps if I were a maid or something.  Living in a cottage in the woods wouldn’t be as idyllic as I picture it either since I’d have to plow the fields and milk the cow. And that carridge ride down the streets of London wouldn’t be too swell since I most likely would be riding home  to the slum where I would live, after a hard day of work doing other peoples laundry.

Even if I were rich life wouldn’t be great since dying from the flu at the old age of 30 wouldn’t be an impossibility. Not to mention how I’d probably live in celibacy to avoid getting knocked up and die from child birth. Yikes.

I’ll keep on dreaming about better times but I do know that this time in fact is the best time.