Life at the SPCA shelter. That people lie are not surprising. What is surprising, is that they are so bad at it.
Someone mailed the shelter, asking them to take a kitty back or have it put down, as it was catching mice. Continue reading “a shelter life” »
If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you’re a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.
Kurt Vonnegut
A carpenter was commissioned to build some boxes for a SPCA cat shelter. This is what he did. He did not even bother to pretend to do a half decent job. Continue reading “digital carpentry” »
Dear Amerikay -
You have some people camping out in your parks and squares. They are not so happy. Your middle classes are becoming the great, unemployed masses. It is quite simple really, it is the rat analogy. Corner a rat, and see what happens. Corner 2000 rats and see what gives. Continue reading “#occupy” »
If you wish to study a granfalloon, just remove the skin of a toy balloon— Bokonon
Social media. The term is empty, does not have real meaning. It is a trap, a slippery eel. In the undying words of Kurt Vonnegut; it is a granfalloon. Continue reading “the granfalloon of social media” »
Keep It Simple, Stupid!
Websites. it is everything and nothing. Not everyone needs a website. But by god, how much shite is out there – it is baffling; it begs belief.
Continue reading “KISS websites – drowning in drivel” »
I stared at my friend’s washing machine. It has a million buttons, a big wheel, a digital display and a pile of little red and orange lights, with the odd green thrown in. I consider myself not a complete idiot, but have little patience with domestic appliances. They are here to make our lives simpler.
So I started thinking: over the years, how many different washing machines have I used? How many laundromats? Hundreds, easily. I have moved a lot. And yet, every time I use one, I must take some time to figure out how it works. Continue reading “interfaces, their buttons and the village idiot” »
“America is a large, friendly dog in a very small room. Every time it wags its tail, it knocks over a chair.”
– A. Toynbee – Continue reading “Snippets from the US of A” »
In this shithole I live in at the moment (I think I have mentioned that before), there are three boys on the first floor, and two women on the second. I live in the bloody basement – the troll under their feet. The Internet connection is atrocious – I think I have mentioned that too – and it turns out that all is honky dory down, but not happening up. One of the women have never had it working properly, and as I call the manufacturer of the miserable pile of technology, she butts in.
-Can you press some buttons on my pc? This guy did once, and then it worked.
Continue reading “-Any of the boys home? Girls and computers, same sex sexism” »
Today, blue is probably the most popular colour around.
We assosiate good things with it, it represents all sorts of positive things: air, sea, freshness, calm, and a few not so; feeling blue, blue monday. At least in this day and age, blue get a good deal of attention. But it was not always so- Continue reading “The colour blue – the devil, the virgin and the red dyers’ bribes” »
Summer at last.
Weekend at last.
Two more exams.
Beautiful weather, gorgeous peace.
Sitting in the garden reading, taking notes, it begins.
The neighbour fires up the lawnmower. This is, in fact more contagious than ebola in a chicken coop. So the neighbour on the other side thinks «oh, mow the lawn, maybe!» and he fires up his machinery. So then the landlord… and the guy across the road, and the next one up…
So when neighbour number 1 is finished with the mower – thank god!… out comes the bloody trimmer. A high-pitched whine, a teeth-grinding squealing. I brace myself, and see that I could go bonkers, and remember a high quality splatter-film I saw once. It included some deranged character, a blade lawnmower and about 30 000 litres of fake blood. I get pictures in my head. I see why people go apeshit on planes or turn up at work with sub machine guns. Simply one bleeding lawnmower too many. Continue reading “Lawnmowerensis” »
Few books deserves a place on the bookshelf of shame, and I’m a little ambivalent about this – should I dignify the biggest drivel I have ever read, or is the best plan to let them die in silence? For artists and authors the worst thing is indiffrence. Hate is at least an emotion too.
But on the other hand: the world should be warned. I have no place for nazi techniques, but burning them will at least keep you warm for a bit. The only good I can see for those books. They should never have been written, never published and never read. These books are drivel, rubbish and the world would be a better place without them. So, as a service, here I present two books you can stay clear of, and consider yourself lucky and a better person for not having read them.
So- without further ado:
Continue reading “The worst books ever written” »
In the spring of 2008 campuses all over the country exploded in political protest. Riots spread like wildfire, and creative students built barricades of tables, vending machines and arming themselves with molotovcoctails and general kitchenwear found on campus.
The first buildings they occupied, was the server and computer labs, and from there coordinated their actions. In Østfold, they painted the glass walls and brick buildings with slogans of politcal dissent, and set up watches with web cameras and sensors on the roof of the university college.
The leaders of the riots said to the press, via video interviews, that they will not give in, that the demands must be met, and that the educational system..
Bookshops with no books. Torching is too good for them. Never mind air rage, and people going bonkers with automatics at work. Never mind that telly is a dumbing down, and that Idiocracy is one of my favourite films, for all the wrong reasons. It makes me laugh an evil I-have-always-known-people-are-idiots-laugh. Or cry.
Bookshops without books. Somebody should get shot. Somebodies head should roll.
In a corner, behind the massive display of diddle figures, pink pencils, rubber balls, key rings, balloons, wrapping paper, glittering teddy bears, and multi-coloured markers… there’s a small shelf, with a few books. It’s about the size of mine; after I removed 10 boxes and moved here. Continue reading “Get out the petrol, bottles, rags and sugar, darling” »
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