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11/22/04 06:50 pm - Do your toys taste as good as his?

11/20/04 03:02 pm - Everything is on the Internet. Really.

It's strangely beautiful, mystifying, and mind-blowing. It's also not as disgusting as I thought it would be.

What is it?

Mating slugs. (Vaguelly work-safe link. It's sex, but not like you've ever seen it.)

11/19/04 03:32 pm - Isn't he a little young for this?

The Swedish tax office just sent a letter to Alex.

Inside the envelope was Alex's dog tags. You know, in case he goes to war or something.

Apparently, every Swedish kid gets them (when they're 15 months old?) "just in case." I don't know if Sweden is planning to join into the fun in Iraq or not, but Sweden hasn't been in a war in almost two hundred years.

It's not that often that I am completely perplexed, but now I am.

11/18/04 12:09 am - Weather update

The first snowfall of the year is late: it's about a month past the first snowfall dates from the previous two winters.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my dog outside to play in the snow.

11/17/04 03:37 am - Hey, US-dwelling people!

I can't use this, but I'm sure most of you wouldn't mind a 20% coupon at Borders for this upcoming weekend.

Right?

(One caveat: Thou shalt not buy The Da Vinci Code or any John Grisham novels with this coupon.)

11/15/04 04:06 am - Cereal

Of course, I can't seem to find the article now, but I'm pretty sure there was a story in either the Washington Post or the New York Times recently about how breakfast cereal has become an all-day meal, and that people are eating it in record numbers for non-breakfast meals.

Still, I'm sure I'm the only person in the entire world who eats cereal as dinner at 4 in the morning.

11/8/04 02:58 am - Night Bus

Since O'Leary's on-again off-again affair with staying open to 1am was on again tonight, I stayed until (nearly) the end of the late game, which was a fairly exciting matchup between New England and St. Louis. I left the bar at 1.30 (they were still open) and hauled ass up from Slussen to Sergelstorg to catch the 198 night bus home.

It was my first time doing this, so I didn't quite know what to expect. What I learned:

  • It takes about 20 minutes to walk at a very brisk rate from Slussen to Sergelstorg. Figuring out exactly which way to go from Slussen to Gamla Stan took up the better part of the first five minutes.

  • Riksdaget looks really pretty at night. I'll have to go back with my camera one night.

  • The Sergelstorg bus stop for the 198 is really in front of Åhléns City.

  • A svarttaxi (black market taxi) from downtown to Vällingby costs 200 kr normally, but the driver will discount it to 150, and possibly lower, if you tell him that you are awaiting a bus and you already have a bus pass.

  • The ride from downtown out to the 'burbs goes really quickly at 2am. It took just about twenty minutes to get from downtown to Vällingby, including time for stops and random passenger-driver conversations.

  • Strange people ride the night buses. There was a drunk guy with his face and hair painted red passed out on the lap of another drunk guy behind me.

11/6/04 03:31 pm - Spam trends

Is it just me, or are there more Rolex-related spam e-mails lately?

In any event, I don't really want or need a Rolex.

11/4/04 10:09 pm - Dork alert

Anna-Lena bought a ceiling lamp for the living room, finally. The old lamp was so old it didn't fit in the socket when we switched apartments in the spring and it took until now for her to get a new one.

Anyway.

It has a compass design on the underside that actually looks really nice. Once I got the lamp hung correctly, I used my pocket compass to spin the underside so that the north side of the lamp points to the north.

11/3/04 07:47 am - Not looking good

I'm still awake, and I can't imagine getting much sleep after last night's bloodbath.

The party was okay, there were too many people there at first, and by the time the crowd thinned out, it was rather boring. There was a champagne toast scheduled at 5am, but it never came to be, and we were kicked out of the bar at 5.30. I came home with hushed pessimism and turned the TV on as soon as I walked in. Shortly thereafter, Alex woke up and began his day.

He is sitting on the floor now, staring at CNN. He has no idea what's happening.

He's the lucky one.
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