Otto, part II

Some of you might remember a recent posting of mine, concerning a dog named Otto.
Well, I checked the animal shelters homepage again today, and he's no longer listed.

...

I guess I sort of knew it, but I really didn't see it coming.
Oddly naive for a control freak.

So, that's gonna be today's reminder: If you hesitate in matters of love (of any kind), you've instantly lost.
Or as Jack Sparrow said: If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.

My day in a nutshell/Min dag i ett nötskal

Otherwise in my little world:
Playing on the stereo: Chet Baker.
The daily obsession: Scanning everything from old photos to papers onto the computer. No more "important" folders in my bookshelf. Yay!
Most recent idiotic thing done: A whole tray of creamy potato au gratin. Forgot the salt. D'oh!

Dagens besvikelse

Miljövänlighet har till min stora besvikelse blivit ännu bara en kassako.

En kassako som gör det omöjligt att kombinera plånbok med moralisk övertygelse. Frågan blir alltid; Vilka ideal har vi råd med, och vilka inte? Money talks, and bullshit...ja, inte ens det är tydligen miljövänligt längre.

Hooo, hold your horses! Vad förärar er ett sådant bistert och allvarligt samtalsämne en måndag morgon? Jo, VR. De statsägda finska tågen.

Sen barnsben har man blivit hjärntvättad med att kollektivtrafik är ett både ekonomiskt och grönt alternativ.

Som vuxen bär man bördan av miljöförstöring på sitt samvete.

Men ändå: 3 personer tur och retur till Helsingfors kostar mer än 3 gånger mer än att ta min gamla 95 oktans drivna Opel från -96 dit. Det är så man vill spy.

Jag drar mitt strå till stacken. Sorterar papper, kartong, batterier, gamla mediciner, metall, glas, torrt och biologiskt nedbrytbart avfall. Trä, energiavfall, kläder, möbler, elektronik. Allt återanvänds eller förs till korrekt insamlingspunkt. Jag fyller för h3lv3t3 en hel garderob med olika insamlingskärl. Min vinst? Noll. VR:s resultat 2009:+ 18.4 Miljoner Euro, som, ojnejsåsynd, tyvärr var ett märktbart sämre resultat än året tidigare, när man cashade in 56,2 MEUR.

Och så funderar man, i samma rapport, varför passagerarantalen har sjunkt stadigt sen 2008?

Här får staten och deras miljöpolitik ta sig i brasan!

The Nutters

Love is a many splendored thing som Frank Sinatra sjöng.

(Frasen är mindre känd som en av stroferna i Francis Thompsons dikt The Hound of Heaven.)

Karin Boye

Hollywood conspiracy theories

Sitting by my desk at work, doing the usual Monday+procrastination routine, I started roaming the web. It didn't take me long to find something to drool over, and that picture is the one below. Please enjoy. However, in order to at least seem to be doing something, I had to move the cursor every now and then, and that's when it hit me. There's definitely something fishy going on in Hollywood... How can there be two drop dead gorgeous men like these two alive at the same time? As if only one of them weren't blessing enough?

Whammo!
Another of my momentary lapses of insanity came rushing head on.

Theory #1
(Yummy, yummy btw)
Hollywood sexy-men retail store?
Somebody had better tell me where to place my order!

Theory #2
Contemporary look-alikes makes me think....
....cloning?
Maybe even robotics?

Theory #3
Time travelling?
Where do I buy my ticket?
And how expensive is plastic surgery in the future? Anybody know?

Turning into my mother

It's early morning. Well, early according to my standards.
Huddling inside the freezing car, I can't wait to really wake up. The cold doesn't quite do it. It takes one thing to do that properly. The one thing I'm without for the moment. My vices - my cigarettes. Stressed out and delayed, as usual, I run into the store, giving a recognizing nod to the girl at the counter. She knows what I'm after, I've been in here nearly every morning. Grunting a hoarse 'thank you' to the her as she hands me my lifelines, I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection on the window glass of the store. Slowing down, on my way out of there, I take another, harder look.

At first I couldn't understand what it was that caught my attention. The reflection showed nothing new. A half crazed woman in splendid morning grumpiness, desperately clutching to her pack of cigarettes. Eyes wild, body moving sort of gangly, as if still asleep. Oversized fleece jacket to keep the cold away, glasses on the verge of falling off from the tip of her nose, hair in a bun. Think crazy librarian, and you've got it. Sure, it doesn't paint a pretty picture, but that's not the point. That is hands-down how I look in the mornings, and I'm used to it. So, why the sudden self-interest?

Back in the car, racing for work, it hits me. God, in that oversized, badly fitting fleece, I look just like my mother. *Shudder*

Post-it!

Web-loot of the day. Link in the list to the right for those who need more than just one post-it. (Things we forget)

Today's the day

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

- Oscar Wilde