Pets on Facebook

A few weeks ago I started getting these mails telling me that some friend of mine invited me to join Facebook. Yet another community out there. I ignored them all. I've never been a community kind of person (except for Spray Date then...)

But I couldn't ignore it anymore. Everybody is talking about it. So I started my Facebook account this morning. And it turns out that this is a really fun community! Alot of small games, gadgets and stuff you can do. So for the last 7 hours I've been playing with my pet rabbit I named Bossk. Getting him XP, weapons and armour by fighting ants, spiders and what not. If I remember correctly...this is why I hated communitys in the first place!

Meet Bossk. My fighting rabbit of death!

There is no other God. Bossk killed him!

You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and its your fault
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything

Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it's the same - I love, you hate
But I guess I dont care any more...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God, the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I dont care anymore...

My flaws are the only thing left thats pure
Can't really live, cant really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn't care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I'm lying to myself that its not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I'm never gonna care anymore

What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die

There is no other God. Satan killed him!

The holy Triforce

If you have Triforce you don't need God, Jesus or any other pervert to keep you going. The only thing you'll ever need is the power of Triforce!

There is no other god. Satan killed him!

When angels dies (När änglar dör)

One of my favorite books ever is When Angels Dies (När änlgar dör) by the swedish author Andreas Roman. If you are a traditional christian you really should read this book (only in swedish so far). Because it really puts you in a perspective. What if "God" isn't just this great guy that loves everything and everybody? Maybe he's just like us....loving somethings, but hates the things that doesn't work his way? He's human! Like everybody else.

God suxx! Remember this! There is no other god. Satan killed him!

What's the deal with this vacation thing??

Actually, I don't know why I'm writing this in swedish. I guess the few people reading this understand swedish. But hey. It's the INTERNET. Anybody could read this. So stop bitching!

I just came home after spending two weeks away. One week was work, and the other vacation...for once. First time I really had a VACATION in almost 4 years. But.....what do you do when you have a vacation? Mostly the same things you do every other day. You eat, read, shit, drink a lot of beer and hanging out with your friends. So...what's the big fuzz about this vacation thingy? That's what I usally do even when I'm working. The big difference is...that working is much more fun!

Ok. So the food isn't this nice at a venue....

...and the sunsets aren't like this.

What I don't like about NOT working. Is that I start to think about my life. My mistakes, what I miss, what I should do.... I don't have that time when I'm working. And because my work is my hobby, and my hobby is my work. I don't have a problem working all the time. The only downside to it is that I can't hang with my friends as much as I'd like to.

I've been home for 1 hour now. I'm restless, panicing and feel an urge to drink. Maybe I should. *cheers* Lucky for me I'm off for Storsjöyran on wednesday!

There is no other god. Satan killed him!

Tivolirocken

Eventually the the clouds scattered and the sun smiled at us. Finally! And what a day it became. Still a bit tired from the night before (came to bed 5:30) I met my friends at the Tivoliparken to drink beer and watch my other friends work. For once!

"Hmmm...1+1=....hmmm....this is a hard one"
Stage Manager and Da Clam hard at work

I´m actually kind of glad I didn't work this day. With all the kids and other people running around backstage to see "the celebs" I know I'd be running around mad as hell and throwing people out.

Tess showed up and tried to be metal

"No pictures!! Or else my bodyguardwill kill you!"

But except for the power losses, the 15 year old girls who instead of working ran around trying to get musicians to sign their boobs, the none exicting tents, lights and stage hands I think I could've had a nice day working at this thing. Maybe next year. If they pay me that is. No way I'm doing that for free.

"I love you Maja!!!!"

A certain of duty Stage Manager up front during The Sounds.

To sum up my feelings...

Snook - Geting better and better. I actually like these guys now. Groovy!

The Sounds - Always good. But a bit much on routine.

Marit Bergman - I always get happy seeing her. But loose the drummer! She still suxx!

The Ark - Ok. A bit boring. Guess they must have been tired after doing two shows in one day.

Mustasch - Best act today! Damn they've grown. They seem to love every second on stage!

The Ark

So....this was probably my only festival I could attend as a visitor for a couple of years. Guess I'll work here next year too. But who knows.

There is no other god. Satan killed him!

Christian Cowboys

"God is good....always" they sang and lied

Today it was kind of a country music theme at Kristianstadsdagarna. At least on the big stage at Stortorget. Apparently a Christian Event Center....with a cowboy theme (?)....from Höör (!) was one of the main actors this day. The had activities for the children, sold cowboy hats, teached line dancing...and had this band performing. Well....it wasn't any good. The band that is. It actually sucked.

And isn't a bit ironic....? A christian event center with a cowboy theme....from fu**ing HÖÖR! Ok, I'm just a few miles from that place. But damn I hate that place right now. Especially the christians. Can't somebody blow a bomb over there? Anyone?

There is no other God. Satan killed him!

The dirty little mermaid

What is she really thinkng?

Apparently Disney changed the lyrics to this song in the last minute to get that G-rating they need for their movies.

Ducks & wheelchairs

A few people turned up to hear Markoolio & Martin Stenmarck

Yesterday turned out rather well. Except for your average grumpy and pissed off Gothenburg-Technician. The stage was way to small for doing to productions of this size. I'm actually kind of relieved that I wont be doing Tivolirocken on saturday. To bad about the money though.

It's my first time here in Kristianstad. At least for a longer stay. I've had a couple of walks around town trying to figure the place out. And there is a couple of thing that got me thinking. And one especially. I don't think I've ever seen people in wheelchairs partying so much as they do here. And there are hundreds of them! Old, young, invalids, cripples... Everyone partys! And that got me thinking. If you're in a wheelchair and you're pissed as hell, and the cops stops you when you're rolling your way home.... Is that drunk driving?!

Is a wheelchair considered as a vehicle? Apparently you can be charged of drunk driving if your walking around pissed with a cart in your hands. So why not a wheelchair?

Hey you....DUCKS!! Where are your backstage passes?!?!
(The security wasn't top of the class)

Kristianstadsdagarna

So this is where I'm gonna work tomorrow.

Wood chips - Check!
To small stage for the productions - Check!
Big ponds of water with ducks near the stage - Check!
Practically no loading bay at all - Check!
Broken floor - Check!

This is gonna be fun...I think.

Something to think about

Beware. A Stage Manager actually has the right to do this.....by law. So the next time you're bitching about longer set-time, or that you have this backdrop you really really want to get up there..... Think again.

Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.

JBL Radial

My Ipod got a new dress today. It's very happy and sings alot louder now. Only thing I need to do now is to teach it how to walk by itself and get it a passport.

Yummy beer...

...with the lovely art of Steadman on the label. I tried another one. But I got to drunk to get a photo of it.
Apparently the first name of the label was "Doggie Style". But that name was to much for the sensitive yankees over there in the land of double morals.

Pornoslang Viper

Simon is attacked by the vicious Pornoslang Viper! I think that the Other Stage Manager, the one at that BIG stage, sent it to get a hold of my margarita blender.



Gah! There's another one!

The rumor has it that he has a nest full of them. Trained to kill all the other Stage Managers and their Stag Hands.