THEN SOME!

Yum.

2010-03-10T02:08:00.001+03:00

Oh and

--Posted on the run!

Testing new comment platform:

2010-03-06T15:54:00.003+03:00

So yeah, JS-Kit costs money, and since i don't really focus on this blog, i'd rather keep it as free as possible :) so i moved to Disqus, something which shows promise.

anyway, it just so happens that all old comments are "temporarily" lost, working on restoring them :)

The Muppets: Beaker's Ballad

2010-02-10T01:57:00.001+03:00

This speaks volumes of today's net-centric culture!

I absolutely love it!

please watch it!

Jennifer Paige AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

2010-02-05T14:53:00.001+03:00

I am in it deep.
For almost three consecutive weeks I've been alternately whistling, humming, and mumbling all the bars, beats, and lyrics I could remember from that most pop-y of pop songs, "Crush".
YouTube it yourselves please. Am at work and using my phone's 3g connection which costs an arm and half a leg everytime I'm online.

Why were I a teen in the nineties? It's not fair I tell you.
When my dad gets nostalgic and breaks into song, he usually begins with Elvis and ends with Sinatra, passing through The Beatles. The absolute worst he might ever hum is The Carpenters.

Me? I'm stuck between Ace of Base and Jennifer Paige. With a little sprinkling of assorted boy band music on top.

I can't even claim decent Metal or Rock. By the time i hit 16 Metallica had turned "melodic", Megadeth were in the habit of churning out crap, Guns N Roses and Ac/Dc were wayyyy past their prime.
I'm telling you:
The nineties era was a musical wasteland. It seems pretty obvious now but at the time I defended to death such biohazards as Limp Bizkit, Slipknot, koRn, POD.
90s music was shite I tells ya, shite.
Except maybe for Alice in Chains and a selection of Nirvana and Soundgarden songs.

Only problem is I actually still LIKE some of those examples of aural buggery.

Starting with "Crush".

--Posted on the run!

..everything seemed so far away..

2010-02-03T23:23:00.000+03:00

A good deal of the 90's is one large blur in my mind's eye. I occasionally get sudden flashbacks which many times put a large smile on my face, at others making me wish I could go hide under a large and moss-covered rock. In a distant corner. With the lights off.

At this point you should have already figured out that this is going to be one of them farty long-winded "days of future past" posts filled with exaggerations and half-truths. While I would have a point of contention with the latter part of the description, I wholeheartedly agree with the former. This post is definitely full of hot air. RUN!!!! RUN AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN!

There is nothing for me to remember about Iraq, except the memories. The good ones obviously

I don't miss Iraq. Not really and not as a whole.
I do however reminisce something fierce, from time to time, on a few very specific moments in time, gone never to return, as is the habit with such pesky happy memories.

A couple of the moments I've been thoughtfully remembering these past few days have me being 15, sitting on a garden chair, feeling the light breeze of spring -all two days of it- slap my face. The breeze in Iraq does not kiss. It is probably haram for it to do so.
One other is the memory of literally finally being free, being released to my family on the night of the first of October, 1995.
Tea. Homebrewed and left to simmer on a kerosene burner. Sickly sweet and sticky and black, fit to coat roads with.

Walking home from middle school, a 3 km distance I usually covered sitting in the family car, yet oh so deliciously happy (and hot, and damp, and achingly painful) were the days when I could come home on foot, carrying my bag which must have weighed at least 15-20kg. (like many other Iraqi students I know I couldn't be bothered to fix my school schedule for the next day, so I just packed everything in, back and spine be damned) That is probably the reason why I have developed large shoulder, leg, and calf muscles, and why I'm only 5'10" instead of 6' like I'm supposed to be.

I remember being young, 8 or so, in my grandparents living room, lying on the cold floor tiles in the spring. Watching silly giant-robot cartoons I still love to this very day.
Giant robots that shoot rockets and lasers out of where their hoohah should be, and sword-brandishing girl space-pirates with impossibly bronze-hair and beautiful long legs. With shotgun-weilding midget sidekicks. In short, the very reasons why I'm into science fiction.

Okay. I just made the above up. There is no such awesomeness I the whole world and if there will be, YOU READ IT HERE FIRST. THIS BLOG IS PROTECTED BY A CREATIVE COMMONS LICENSE. (Which is admittedly worth exactly jack and shit, and jack just left town)

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Wait, whut?

See I just came out of training and i remember writing almost three hundred words more down there but it seems that my phone ate them. Turns out I should have pressed Save.
Damn pesky phone.
So here goes, if I can remember the nonsense I wrote.

--Midnight Train to Midgar--

I must be going out of my mind. More so than the usual, at least.
The smell of burning locomotive fuel reminds me of the way the chlorine-treated waters of old timey swimming halls of Baghdad. And in a wholly-aromatic, totally straight-faced way. I like the smell.
Attached below is a picture of the fuming commuter train generating such smell:

#GEEKALERT Kinda reminds me of the train linking sector 7 to Midgar central. #ENDGEEKALERT

..

Today it is warm. -8 C°. Last week it was so cold it almost made me cry. Twice.
So cold that even the usual collection of homeless, buskers, and junkies had cleared out from Stockholm's city gallery (that's mall to you in America!)

(that's not the gallery, but rather the Kulturhuset, House of Culture, where I lurk every Tuesday and Thrusday for the puzzling two hours that exist between me leaving work and me entering the dojo.

So anyway, there exists a variety of types right near there asking alternately for food, money, drugs, or any combination of the above. Like I said, it was so cold they didn't even bother to show up at all for the whole day. How do I know?

Someone had taken the time and effort to leave them a couple of home-made sandwiches and a liter of milk:

People were walking by not noticing anything, like the naturally jaded, little zombie-swarm-commuters that they are.

I like the train station. Only place in all of Stockholm outside of sport clubs (and arab/muslim ghettos) where you'll find people actually enthusiastically shoving to get ahead.
Makes me feel right at home.

--Posted on the run!

Moving out!

2010-01-09T04:03:00.001+03:00

I'm actually freezing my rump off as of the time of writing.
Moved in to new apartment, bigger, better, more expensive, and somehow with faulty heating system. It is -24 Celsius outside. Around -15 inside. I positively cannot be buggered to convert it to Fahrenheit.

The last three days have been the coldest in my whole life so far. Those Sherpas on The North Face have it easy compared to what we're going through here. At least the buggers have some fuel to burn to stay warm.

I have had permanent brain-freeze for the past three days. Headaches, burning while actually very cold. I am beginning to hallucinate seeing santa claus. This is the true definition of cold, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh and the bloody repairman isn't coming till late next week. Crap onna stick.

If you ever experience indoor frostbite, i know how that feels. Give me a call, I'll help you rehabilitate afterwards.

Cold make me think weird.
Cold make me angry.
Man cook meat with fire dead.
MAN COOK MEAT WITH FIRE DEAD.

Ta.

--Posted on the run!

Happy new year. BAH.

2010-01-01T06:16:00.001+03:00

I hate new year's eve. I really, really do. Why? I don't really know. Perhaps it's cuz of all the pressure to "have fun" I usually flip out and do something stupid, or perhaps I'm just a big fat grinch.

Screw it all then.
..

One thing I noticed today: I really dont give a flying hoot what other people think about me. Not really. Not regarding things that really matter.

Am I selfish? No. Am I self-centered? Very much so I'm afraid, or so I believe.

Anyway: happy new year to those of you who wants one, me included.

Lunching at breakfast time, Far Cry 2:

2009-12-30T12:32:00.000+03:00

It's half past bloody ten and I'm eating lunch.
Reason? Just finished my job duties for this year, and I WANNA GO HOME!

And I still haven't even had my morning coffee. Scratch that, I'm having it now.

I probably made my pay quota too, see if I work for a certain time period, I get paid a certain amount; if I work longer, I am paid more and so forth.

I am torn between playing psp until half past eleven or just going home now. Sigh.

I'll probably go home. Many things to do, many games to play!
Speaking of which: yesterday I was playing Far Cry 2, a shooter/adventure set in a fictional war-torn African nation.
The reviews mention it as being a good depiction of Africa. And while having a better than average shooting mechanism, it does present you with an Africa so beautiful you almost forget your game character us dying of malaria.
I expected all sorts of things from it, and it didn't disappoint nor surprise me much. One thing surprised me though: It managed to rekindle my love toward the place.
I grew up on Wilbur Smith's bestsellers, and while they all share the same bland pulp-adventure recipe, they also present gloriously beautiful depictions of the African continent.
This is not tourist Africa, rather the place where you can be in a town, then cross a hill and be eaten by lions or trodden by elephants. Raw, malaria-ridden, poacher-infested, war-torn burning beautiful Africa that can kill you as soon as look at you.

That man really loves Africa, and it rubbed off on me.
I outgrew Mr. Smith's books long ago, but surprisingly it seems those teenage feelings are still there somewhere.

I found myself wandering off-route, completely ignoring instructions to kill weapons merchants or save civilians or even hunt for rough diamonds, for just wandering around in the jeep I stole from that European mercenary my character offed.
The sights are a thing of beauty to behold:
Jungles, savannah, shanty towns, rivers with corrugated iron bridges, mountains, brushfires, the people's reactions to you, but the ambient sounds, good god! You sit in the bush waiting for that truck load of mercs to pass you by, and you don't know which is more worrying: them finding you, or the weird sounds coming from the bush right beside you.
Anyway I don't want to bore you more than I should, so just go pick it up if gaming is your cup of tea. Otherwise, boy are you missing out!

Ok peoples, I hope I'll post again tomorrow but just in case:

Happy new year!

Best of everything to you all!

P.s. Lynnette: thank you for your wishes yesterday!uh appreciated!

--Posted on the run!

Games games GAMES!

2009-12-30T03:24:00.001+03:00

Tomorrow is my last work day in 2009. Boss told me to contact him early next year so maybe, just maybe, I'll get a chance of extending my contract for a couple of months more.

Today I splurged a bit and got four games I've been almost literally dreaming about since they first came out late 2008/early 2009. See I always wait for a reasonable while before buying anything. Why buy new and full price when there's used and discounted? You get a practically new game for a third or fourth of the retail price.

So anyway I like horror games, a lot. Nothing feels as exhilirating as right after crapping your pants because of a dramatic in-game moment!

Think of the scariest film you saw (No, the Paris Hilton sex tape does not count)
Then imagine it's You. Then and there, low on ammo, health, cookie dough even, and running for dear life from an angry mob that intends to feed you to a school of Mongolian Terror Trout.

Multiply that by four and you'll get the picture.
I love horror games.

So anyway just got a couple of really scary games, and I started playing them back to back!
Even my poor wife got drawn in after a while!

Now? I'm almost afrain to turn off the lights.

Goodnight then!

Day 2

2009-12-30T02:56:00.002+03:00

By now yesterday's post should be up and running, I published it today right before I left to work.

Today is more of the same, much more! Some minor developments in the software prompted the boss to give a "retest all" signal, and thus I am retesting the same stuff from yesterday, yesterweek, and even yestermonth.

So anyway enough with the yechh, moving along: yesterday I made a life-changing decision: (no, I'm not about to go crazy and turn vegetarian or some other new age crap)
I decided to "completely" cease offering free computer consultations to friends and relatives. Well, not that completely: there is a handful I'm more than willing to help, and that includes YOU.

I've actually been thinking about doing this for the best part of this year, after all the headaches I got from almost everyone I helped or tried to help. People who suddenly -yet so often-switch from "Help us Obi-wan Damluji, you are our only hope"
To "what the hell have you done to my compyooter?"
Yesterday was a case of an acne-riddled relative shouting "ZOMG! You closed my webpages and destroyed my download" which happened to be a hardcore porn movie he had open and streaming, on the same pc his 16 year old sister intended to use after I was done installing shit for her brother.

Usually I could care less what he does to/with himself, or what his sister happens upon due to having a douche for a brother, but in this case I was personally involved, I'm using it, I'm doing him a favor, I play by my rules thankyouverymuch.

So I started fuming, sparks coming out of my ears as I had a flashback of every stupid, mean, humiliating situation I found myself in because I was technically supporting someone who should still be using rotary dial instead of the multitouch thingamajig he cannot tell head nor ass from.
And instead of kicking his ass seven ways from Sunday, I decided that I was done.

However, like I said, I won't be cutting off everyone. So if You need anything tech-wise, do tell please :)

Hopefully this won't be the last post of '09 but just in case:

HAPPY NEWYEAR EVERYONE!
Party hard! Eat well! Drink much! Drive safe!

The last two are mutually exclusive. Just so you remember.

--Posted on the run! Actually in the toilet, only place I can write where I'm not afraid of sudden onset of Bossbehindyourback syndrome.

Tired.

2009-12-29T09:25:00.002+03:00

Good grief I am tired. I am at work at the time of writing, and I am at least three different kinds of tired.

Everyone's at home having fun and sleeping late and just flat-out enjoying the days before the new year, while I am here busting my hump trying to figure out why this damn database isn't automatically reducing itself like it should every six weeks of operation.

Bah! I want food! I want to wake up late! I want to play playstation till my eyes bleed! Alas, I want MUNNY too, and right now that takes higher priority. So I should really just shut up and get on with it.

Stupid databases.

Stupid Dave Mustaine of Megadeth and his stupid songs that I love.

Stupid Little Big Planet.

Scratch that last one. LBP is always full of win and awesome!

Time to go, boss in vicinity.

I wanna go home!!!!!!!!

It's two hours later: I finally figured it out :) the database thing I mean :)

I'm hungry though. Want to feed my face something fierce.

I'll probably be posting this two-three hours from now, while feeling a bit better I guess :)

Day's almost over, one hour left, also the train ride back to Stockholm central is an hour, then it's walking 800 meters to warmth, food, and friendly faces! Hurrah!

I really should get back to work you know. Ta.

--Posted on the run!

Mellandag nr.2

2009-12-27T06:37:00.001+03:00

My God. It is the 27th already!
It's been snowing almost nonstop for two weeks now I believe, yet life is as normal as can be in this weird beautiful country.
What's new to write about: not much. I have to work next week, I.e. 28th thru 30th. I don't like it but the bills need to be paid and so forth.. Been wanting to see "Sherlock Holmes" as i said long ago it will be good, still excitedly awaiting "The Road" which should be released sometime at the end of January. Excited!

Work? Well, we have to wait and see. Honestly? I always keep a stiff upper lip to the best of my abilities, but sometimes it all feels a bit much. Natural part of the clumsy learning process called Life I guess. :/

I wish the week was ten days long, the day 30 hours. So many things to do, not enough time! I've reached the point in my life where I want to make something to call my own. No, not babies, nooooooooo! I mean, something one can look at, and actually feel proud about. I don't know. Late night rambling is never good for the blog, then again, I don't write much in it anyway so anything should be a welcome change. Amirite? ;)

To be continued, if i have the time.

--Posted on the run!

Jobless/Jobfull

2009-12-20T04:38:00.000+03:00

Well, it came to that:
I was hoping not to face the coming year without a job.

What with the crisis being what it is, and us finally finding a suitable apartment with higher rent, of course, and a million other little details that tend to accumulate on each other at the wrong bloody moments.

Sadly I was told my contract will not be renewed as usual. Sigh. I am a tad worried I cannot deny that, and that's basically what's been denying me time from blogging. Job applications, interviews, updating your cv and the usual stuff.
Oh and I was told to my face that it will be very difficult for me to find a job because my name is not Sven or Martin or Anders.
I did contemplate using a pet-form of my name in resumés and interviews and such, but then again, screw that. I never was ashamed of my name, how I look, who I am. And I'll be damned if I start being so now.

Because at the end of the day, when all's said and done and all the interchangeable job people have gone home, that (and my wife, God bless her!) will be the only thing I can really count on.

Anyway, it's not all doom and gloom, things are hopefully looking up already. Cannot say more until next year ;) so I'll just write about other stuff.

By the way, it is bloody awful cold. Snow and -15 Celsius. Been so for a week I believe.

Testing again

2009-10-24T06:35:00.001+03:00

For
Matt
Ing

This
Is
A
Column
Of
Text.

Line break testing

2009-10-24T06:22:00.001+03:00

That's just it

I'm
Testing
Linebreaks

The above should NOT appear as a continous line.

Windows 7 Professional (and free advertising for Ubuntu)

2009-10-18T00:59:00.005+03:00

Weekend: the perfect time for reinstalling windows!
See when I bought my computer it came with WinVista preloaded, and for those who've tried it, they undoubtedly know how awful it was. For those who didn't, you are lucky, nay, blessed.
it looks cool, but is actually CRAP.

Anyway, so after a couple of months of suffering I could take it no more and thus promptly downgraded to WinXP, which is absolutely the best thing to come out of that huge crap-factory in Redmond, life, while not being perfect, was better than before. Mind you, I use Ubuntu Linux as a main system, but having a Windows system is a must if you are dealing with my stupid bank and their stupid Internet services.

But I digress: after a couple of months of XP, it naturally starts getting slower and errors start popping up, and frustration sets in.
That's where the new Windows 7 comes in: I decided to give it a spin.

Well, I wasn't going to pay Microsoft 120$ to fix their Vista mistake, and so I wad lucky my wife has an MSDN-Academic Alliance account and can download it for free, and that we used to download and install Microsoft Windows 7 Professional.

At first sight, 7 is damn impressive, and I heartily recommend it to anyone forced to use Microsoft products. Installation was almost as fast and painless as in Ubuntu, ditto for hardware recognition. My old files and documents left intentionally on Xp's Desktop were impressively intact and the majority were also relocated to the right place. This is damn impressive for a Microsoft product.

I absolutely fell in love with it, until I was in the middle of simultaneously downloading a ton of data, burning a cd, and installing Office and Windows suddenly autonomously decided to restart to "install and configure updates".

AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaah!

What utter stupidity! 7 also had the gall to inform me later on that "Windows will on occassion automatically restart without notification" and that I should save my files regularily.
This is wrong. Users should not be afraid of ther computers. The last time I had such feelig of dread was when I was back in Iraq trying to write a huge program with the computer getting power from he national grid.

This is so wrong. Bad Windows! Bad!

Oh, and as usual it killed my dual-install of Ubuntu. Which I'm so used to I didn't even complain about, but that's ok, I fixed that issue under five minutes, no harm done :)

I'm not going to lie to you: Win7 is an impressive effort from Microsoft, and while it has all the design flaws (features?) expected of Windows, it still is miles better than Vista, and at least as good as XP. If you can get yourself a cheap copy (students get massive discounts) and your pc can run it, upgrade to Win7.

If you must.

If you CAN part with it, and want something much better, I'd recommend checking out Mint Linux, Ubuntu Linux or Super Ubuntu. Basically all are the same amazing system with different, beautiful coats of paint (in Mint's case anyway ;p)

Oh and they are all FREE, and most importantly, completly easy to use by ANYONE who's used any sort of system before :)

Layouts are still not being posted right while writing from my phone, so you'll have to forgive the ugly block-like look :)

It drove me crazy. For some reason it refuses to be adjusted correctly. Oh well.

I'm impressed by how many times i wrote "impressive" up there. perhaps in an attempt to impress upon you what a good impression i got?
or maybe because i just write ugly :P

Testing formatting:

2009-10-07T01:46:00.001+03:00

Hope.

This.

Works.
Otherwise I'm going slightly insane.

Once again :)

2009-10-07T00:54:00.001+03:00

I am returned! I'm actually a bit dissatisfied with this blogging application I'm using to post here, it lacks some stuff I find important. Like text formatting f'rinstance: Everything gets jumbled together despite the care I took to actually make this post human-readable. So, what about me? Nothing much. I'm actually been here almost two years. Wow :) wait, I think I mentioned this a couple of posts ago. This is a new thing, my constant lack of focus and also partial memory loss. Like Alzheimers lite or something. I remember, perhaps it might do me good to rub some sheep linament on my aching knees. They really are aching and I'll be rubbing stuff on them and no it's not really sheep linament ;) Bythe way, i think I'm developing a Warren Ellis'ish way of talking due to the ungodly amount of (il)literature I read for him, and I'm positively loving it. My Swedish feels like it's going down the crapper but perhaps I'm improving. I can never really tell regarding language. One day I'm all "my name a Abdullah, I come from a Iraq to northern land of Swedes" the other I'm watching Swedish shows and actually laughing at their jokes. Sigh. I'll give it a couple of more months and see :) sometimes I get brain-lock from talking too much Swedish at work. :( Well, gotta run now, be back soon.

Bairam!

2009-09-20T23:29:00.001+03:00

Apparently this is what today is, Eid! I'm not really sure who calls it so (I think it's the Turks) but nevermind, what matters is I ate till I fell on my face, then I ate some more! Tea and baklava and two
Colas! I've been on a sugar high since six in the morning and it feels great! :p
Actually it's been a nice day all in all, out with family, playing games till my eyes hurt, music, soon I'll train again, and best of all, no messy queueing for eid prayers like last year :)

It's been a happy good day, and I am most grateful! Thank God for everything.

Quick post cuz I'm sleeping relatively early, work tomorrow :(

-- Posted on the go!

Kräftskiva:

2009-09-14T01:03:00.001+03:00

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kräftskiva

Kräftskiva is apparently some sort of national festival here in ABBA-land, it can be translated into "crayfish party" as that is pretty much what they do on this day.

As with a few other traditional holidays here, it does not take place on a given day, but rather go by specific weekdays, i.e. The first Sunday of May, second-to-last Tuesday before Christmas, and so on. And I thought running things by the lunar calendar was bad. Sheesh!

Thing is: this holiday will take place next Friday, my company's arranged something, I've been invited, and I'll be fasting. I don't know how to handle this exactly, I reckon they'll understand, but: do I go and eat nothing, or do I skip the whole thing? I don't want to skip it cuz it will probably deny me a good chance to integrate myself with these guys, and if I don't eat they'll probably think it weird. And no, I will not be eating so that possibility is out.

Will talk to the boss about this tomorrow I guess..
I do have some very light allergy toward crayfish, but oh how I love it :(

One more pic from Germany. Hamburg central station.
Dont know why I put it up but I did :p

-- Posted on the go!

Sardines!

2009-08-26T18:53:00.000+03:00

The daily commute, I both love and hate it :) I don't know about you but I kinda enjoy the claustrophobia, the unseen elbows poking you in unseen places, feet stepping on your toes, all sorts of exotic smells ranging from Chanel no.5 to Armpit l'Onions,
Sounds of all kinds, newpapers crumpling, people arguing/conversing/kissing/whining/eating/drinking as loudly and publically as humanly possible without being overt.
I love it.

If you believe all the crap I stated above then, friend, you and I really need to talk.

Okay, just made Skarpnäck. Will write more later.

Infurating. That's the situation I'm in, waiting for an important delivery from London, watching a crappy Iraqi tv programme showing a man politely and very publically humiliating a dirt poor Iraqi family in Syria for A 100$.
Tryig to manage my funds for the coming months, the company i'm in is still suffering from the damned economy, I hate this damned tv presenter with his damned greasy hair and his smug attitude. I want to hang him up by has nads until he starts frothing at the mouth.
Damn tv and the damned faces in it.

Oh and thank you all for your recommendations, will go read up on them! Thanks again!

What a damned tv dirtbag I'm going to kick his face in.

-- Posted on the go!

McWHA? A post on nothing in particular.

2009-08-24T23:32:00.001+03:00

If only I could properly describe how the weather is right now.. The sun sending light kisses my way, the cold breeze embracing me with open arms, random smells of sweet, sweet flowers carried from hidden places. And yet we are in August. Seems like a million years since I left Iraq, yet I remember clearly the infernal Augusts we had, and still do have, there. The sun doing her best to heat my scalp to flashpoint, the air dry and dusty, cracking my lips and scratching my eyes and inflammating my sinuses with all sorts of filthy smells and making me wish I was never born there.
But wait, I also remember all the good times I had in Iraq, all the fun I had with family and friends, serious times, silly times, the best of times.

If only the remembering wasn't getting harder with every minute, and it's not because I'm getting senile.

--

So, third day of fasting, I intend to skip training tomorrow as i will be arriving home way WAY too late if I did go. Sheesh.

--

Music: nothing good, nothing new, and it's driving me infreakingsane. I WANT SOME RECOMMENDATIONS PEOPLE!

Oh and this is one McThing we do not have here in Sweden! McCafé? Seriously Germany???

--Posted on the go

First day of Ramadan!

2009-08-22T21:02:00.000+03:00

So, another year, another Ramadan!
This year is a bit special for me: it's not the first Ramadan away from my parents, but I hope it'll be the last..
This time it's special because I'll be fasting, working, and training! I don't exactly know how I'll cope, but I know I somehow will :)
One thing I'm annually annoyed with is the multitude of stupid Arabic series shown on every channel. So far I'm not impressed with the quality, but we'll see...

Sorry but the hypoglycemia's kicking in, going to see what can be done about it ;)

-- Posted on the go!

Normal services will resume promptly

2009-08-17T20:07:00.001+03:00

As soon as I get some shut-eye. Been a helluva busy week in which I doubt I've had 24 hours of sleep.
Let me run a recap of some of the stuff I did:
I rode on trains, planes, and automobiles, oh and two ferries, passed through three countries, made a new Swedish friend, (who by the way has an uncanny resemblance to Laura Prepon)

Slept on bug-ridden mattresses in a crack-house of an apartment,

Helped manage the wedding, believe me you never want to do that.
Was close to acting on an impulse and punching the bride's parents hardest I could, breaking my hand and possibly their jaws in the process,

Got to know what a complete and utter asshole the bride's father is, her mother sucks ass too.
Probably acquired temporary partiall hearing loss from being crammed by the loudspeakers playing bombastic crap of the highest order, my ears are f*cking humming LOUDLY.
ate shitty food, danced shitty dances, met shitty people, my knees are aching too.

It was a practical Iraqi wedding, and it was fun.
Will write more when I'm alive again.

-- Posted on the go!

I cannot take this anymore!

2009-08-12T23:41:00.000+03:00

I am sick and tired of iTunes. Whomever made this steaming pile of camel shit needs to be strung up by the balls. How can so many Apple-loving pukes even stand to look at it? Completely and utterly unusable. Like all other Apple iCrap.
I'm worked up because currently I have no choice but use this horrible piece of filth to transfer stuff to the damned phone. Oh I knew what I was getting into but I never imagined it was THIS bad. I'd used iTunes before but not more than five minutes every time. Oh boy.

How could Apple get it so wrong?

-- Posted on the go!