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I want people to read my stuff because they like what they read, not because I told them to read it.

Somehow, that seems more cockey to some than me advertising. I don’t get it. And I don’t advertise.


R.I.P. Neko

God, I don’t want to come home today.

I recieved a phone from a vet I don’t know, concerning my cat Neko.
Of course she was run over by a car.
And dead.
And I feel a bit dead inside.
And guilty for letting her stay outside.
And I’m afraid I’m going to see the spot they ran her over.

But the fact is, she was always a liability in the traffic, and not even a year old yet. This could have happened any other day. Tomorrow, or yesterday. Or maybe never. And I couldn’t have prevented it any more. Actually, she could have been waiting at the door like any other day when I came home. But she won’t. I’ll be taking her home in a box I’m not going to open, because they didn’t think I should see her in that state.

All I want to do is to cry over my little cat, and sniff her behind the ears again and let her wrestle my hands. And I can’t. Because she’s not here. And I hate it.

God, I hate this day!

What I need…

Sometimes, all you need it’s a double mocca with peppermint.
That’s easy to get, and tasty as well.


Other times, what you need is a bookshelf with a certain something. Preferably sold for a reasonable price. That proved hard to get.

Why it’s it so hard to find nice shelves with a nice finish?

On dream catchers

It’s time to get my own dream catcher back.
I think I’ve charged the borrowed one enough the last three years or so :p
If that’s how dream catchers work, that is.

We swapped to see if we could gain new dream impulses. I really don’t know if it works or not.

I bought one for my friend’s horse to see if it would calm down. I don’t think the effect was noticeable.

I can’t say I’ve noticed any real impact on my own dreams either, but I’ve not been ridden by nightmares the last five years or so. Maybe it works after all.

Highly unscientific…

Test driving

How fast can a Virago 535 go?
I don’t know in general, but mine will not go over 120 km/h on its own accord. Sure, it will be faster downhill, but it’s not really comfortable anyway.

I’ve killed a sh**load of bugs on my helmet, and been testing breaking from 120 to 20. I’m not too comfortable with the breaks, but I think it’s more about my feelings than anything else, because the efficiency of the breaking is fairly acceptable, I think.

I still don’t want to go tomorrow.
I didn’t get lumbago from weeding dooryard docks.
I didn’t get thrown of my bicycle while skidding through curves on gravel roads.
And nothing at all happened during my test drive.

I might just keep singing “Raindrops keep falling on my head”.
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining.
It’s true. Shit happens anyway, and it won’t go away if I whine or cry. I’m prone to whining… At the moment, that’s all I do.

Night stroll

Before I start this post for real, I just have to say there are far too many spiders out and about at the moment. If only cigarettes scared them off… 😦

And I’ve changed my mind.
I will write another post when get home. This is my silent-night-walk-post, with the occasional picture and spontaneous musings.


It’s oh, so quiet! And beautiful, and warm. I like May. And walks in the park at night 🙂


I know, these are not pictures from the park. It’s pitch black in there, according to my phone camera.

I’m actually thinking how to best express my thoughts. Sometimes it seems that the raw material is the best after all, and yet, it has to be processed. At least go through the crop-colour adjust-thing I always do with my proper photos.

According to my rather allergic friend, the pine is having it off unusually early this year. Fortunately, I haven’t noticed, so I can tick of another thing I’m not allergic to. So far, I’m not allergic to anything.


I found hay and a rope! 🙂
Think I’m going to find a pony to pet. I know they are here somewhere.
Yup, found them. Too dark for pics, though.

And there was a dog running past me, nearly giving me a heart attack. Not what I was expecting!

I don’t let myself think so much these days. I’m not sure why, but it’s so easy to pick up something to read, play a quiz game in the phone, watch a movie or talk to somebody. It’s really a pity, because these quiet early night (midnight) strolls are so very soothing, and make me feel like me.



Darn, these beetles are hard to train! I only wanted to take its picture…


The cat is actually more cooperative.


And the snail. I won’t let that one walk on me, though. Sticky slime on that bugger. Or is it mucus?

I met the bigger badass brother of the uncooperative beetle. He was too black to get a good picture of, and I was not too keen to pick him up and carry him to a lamp post. You will just have to take my word. He was probably four cm from nose to tail. Doesn’t sound very much when I say it like that. But it’s a beetle!


I would like to include the scent, but I can’t. Smells like summer and bumblebees 🙂

And as my round is nearing it’s end; if I’m ever using the word “fag”, I’m always, always referring to a cigarette!

I don’t think I’m done processing the other post yet. Even if I’m capable of expressing the essence in one sentence, I want just a bit more…

A tick


In the series “Things I can hold in the palm of my hand”I’ve come to the tick-chapter.

This is the fullest tick I’ve ever seen on a cat. It’s not very pretty, laying on it’s back with the legs waving in the air.

I am, however, not scared stiff. Nor scared at all, actually. The contrast to my panicy action of trapping a huge and fast spider under a plastic box in front of the telly is striking.

And come to think of it, ticks are arachnids. I should be livid. But I’m not. I don’t mind scorpions either. Wonder why…

Facts of life V

Nobody gets better without working for it.
Not even geniuses.

Odd feeling

That particular feeling, when you quote something you’ve read somewhere, and it turns out you are the one who wrote it in the first place…

If you don’t feel,
nobody can harm you
But you wouldn’t know happiness
if it hit you in the face



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