What a day!!

Today was the first day that I left Tage alone at the daycare. It was only for half an hour, and it went all right. I mean, it wasn't fun to walk out the door and leave my kid crying in the arms of someone else, but he calmed down after a while they told me. But that was not what brought on the title of this post, it was something that happened during this 'free' time that I got.
 
I walked around without a real goal, just staying away and trying to not obsess too much over the fact that my kid was crying. I happened to walk by a grocery store and thought 'maybe I should just pop in and get me a chocolate bar, I deserve that don't I?' even though I am trying to loose those damned extra Christmas pounds that currently flapp around my waist. So I walked in to the store, but when I saw the fruit I actually changed my mind, I was going to have some bananas instead. But they did not have any ecological ones, and since bananas are one of the things that we only by if they are eco, I changed my mind back towards chocolate again ( I do admit that the logic here is not very sound, especially since sweets are not one of those things). Anyway: On my way back from this little detour in the healthy section towards my original goal It happened.

I walked by a cart with some wares that were marked down due to that they were going out of sale. 'Hmm, a bottle of fish sauce. That I do not need.' I thought distractedly at the same time that I, for the hundredth time the last fifteen minutes, checked that I had reception on my phone and that there were no missed calls from the daycare personnel. Just as I was about to walk on something in the back of my mind told me to look down once again, there was something in that cart, something very important.

And my mind has never been more right.

It was a product that I learned to love a couple of years ago. A product that inexplicably vanished from the stores maybe last autumn. A product that I wrote an unanswered mail to the manufacturer requiring about. A product that I have searched for all over the country. A product that I put a Wanted ad for, right here on this very blog. A product that I had lost all hopes of ever owning again. 

There they were, what might possibly be that last two jars of Chipotle paste in the country, in a sales cart, going for 10 SEK each. If they only knew what I gladly would have paid for them they would cry themselves to sleep for a week. You better believe that I bought candy to celebrate!

AAAAAHhhh MVF

Alltså, va faan.
Kanske är jag löjlig. Kanske så ska jag sköta mig själv och skita i andra. Kanske tycker folk att jag är dum. Kanske så kan folk som inte bryr sig om att sopsortera flytta till en annan planet och sluta att förstöra den som jag och min blivande fru tänker bli gamla på, den planet som mina barn ska växa upp på, den planet som alla idioter håller på att köra i botten. Hur jävla svårt är det att slänga den gigantiska kartongen som den nya platt-tv'n kom i i lådan som det står 'förpackningar av papper' på istället för lådan som det står 'övriga sopor' på? Hur stor uppoffring är det att ägna en minut då och då till att sortera lite jävla sopor? Om man inte orkar bära kassen med tomflaskor till affären för att panta dom kan man väl iallafall slänga den i plast/glas återvinningen eller? Är det föresten bara jag som är snål eller är det någon mer som känner att om man har betalt pant för att få låna en flaska av butiken så vill jag ta mig tusan ha tillbaks dom pengarna? Jag vet mycket väl att sopsortering bara är en liten droppe i havet, en mjölkkartong som återvinns istället för att slängas i soporna kommer inte att rädda världen, men det är en väldigt enkel åtgärd för att dra ett litet strå till stacken. En sista fråga: Är det ok att plocka upp ica-kassen som är full av pantflaskor och burkar ur soporna och ta med dom till affären eller blir man då direkt klassad som en sunkig uteliggartyp? (Jag tycker själv att man borde bli klassad som miljöhjälte, men jag får mer känslan av det tidigare när jag står där och tittar ner i sopkärlet och hatet mot mina slöa jävla grannar får det att koka i mig. Jag lät flaskorna vara kvar, jag klarade inte av att möta någon granne i trappen med en påse jag plockat upp ur soporna, men jag flyttade svärande över tv-kartongen till rätt kärl).

MVF

Men Va Faan

Har spenderat lite tid med kära eniro.se för att lokalisera lite folk, och det är helt otroligt att dom har lyckats förstöra den siten så grundligt som dom har. Man blir så in i helvete frustrerad.
Till och med reklamen för deras sökmotor är ju helt uppfuckad, dom söker efter något i typ Lund och får upp svar i hela Sverige. Man kan väl i alla fall anta att om man vill ha en, låt oss säga restaurang, i Lund, så vill man att den faktiskt ska ligga i Lund och inte någon annanstans. Orten är man väl oftast rätt så säker på.
Om man går in på fliken 'personer' och söker men inte får någon träff så hamnar man helt plötsligt på fliken 'kartor' eller 'företag', men det var ju en person som man sökte, det är ju ändå en sak som man var rätt så säker på. Om man sen vill ändra sin sökning så måste man själv byta flik, och då är sökningen som man just gjorde borta, så då måste man skriva in allt igen.
Sen så kan man ju tycka att om man har fixat en adressändring via adressandring.se så vore det ju käckt om telefonkatalogen som folk faktiskt använder, dvs just eniro.se, faktiskt uppdaterar sitt register.

Jag kan inte minnas att det var så kasst förut, så jag undrar hur dom har lyckats göra så många saker så mycket sämre?

Ode

A year has gone, a year will come
What have we learned, what have we done
Where will life bring us, what will happen next
Will we get smarter or maybe kicked in the head
I do not know and I can not say
But I hope it entails both yeay and hurray

Flashback

I re-read the last post and got a flashback to a great MASH ep in which Frank and Hot Lips visits a local craftsman. The dialogue goes something like this: (actually I am rather sure that it goes exactly like this, even it if were years since I had my last MASH hangup)

-(Frank to the Craftsman): One of our sergeants told us you do wood carvings.
-(Craftsman): Ahh, sergeant Kowalski, I make a naked lady radiator cap for his fathers Crystler.
-(Frank to Hot Lips): Now we are getting somewhere, (turns to the Craftsman) So you do carve?
-(Craftsman): Come, I'll show you. (holds up a piece of wood and says proudly) Used to be round.
-(Frank): It looks like a two by four.
-(Craftsman): Thank you!

Brilliant. I just love it!

Duplo

Ok, I wanted to share this image with all of you, and tried writing a nice blog post to it, but it did not pan out. Basically what I wanted to say was that:
I play a lot with duplo these days.
I built this sculpture some days ago and then took a photograph of it, or rather through it.
It turned out pretty nice.
And then I wondered if you could figure out how I did it.
Can you? (Oh yea, I only used regular 2x2 and 2x4 pieces.)

Hur svårt kan det vara?

Hur svårt kan det vara att komma på ett kassasystem som funkar på krogen? Hur kan det fortfarande vara så att om man är ett sällskap som går ut och äter en bit och dricker några glas på krogen och sedan betalar var för sig så är det alltid killen som är sist, den blyge killen med lite krassligt självförtroende, som får ta ölen och maten som de andra tryckte i sig men sedan glömde att de tryckte i sig.
Det är klart att man inte kommer ihåg exakt vad man drack och åt efter fem timmar. Och det är lika klart att det är den osäkre killen som är kvar i slutet och får ta slattarna. Han som inte vågar ta diskussionen med personalen, eller för den delen ta diskussionen med kompisgänget dagarna efter. Han får ta smällen och se glad ut. Hur svårt kan det vara att skapa individuella notor, genom att tex fråga efter namn på den som beställer, eller genom att stämpla gästerna med en stor jävla stämpel i pannan för att identifiera dom.
Den här gången så var jag näst sist och slapp de extra ölen, men jag fick betala för en dyrare maträtt än den jag åt, för den jag åt hade nån annan redan betalt och det var bara de dyrare alternativen kvar, och jag kan erkänna att jag säkert vet att jag gått tidigt nån gång och betalat för en öl mindre än jag drack (något som jag kommit på genom en rannsakan dagen efter), men oftare händer det nog att jag är den som betalar sist (nu är inte det så farligt eftersom jag inte är ute så ofta så den smällen kan jag ta när det händer men roligt är det faan inte). Så jag undrar - hur svårt kan det egentligen vara?

If you are wondering

If you are wondering why this lille katt video suddenly climbed to the very top of the YouTube charts it is cause we showed it to Tage once, and then he demanded to get control over the 'replay' button. If you are wondering why this is my last post it is cause my computer tripped and fell over the balcony rail in a freak accident that has nothing at all to do with me freaking out over this lille katt video.

Something I do not understand

There is something that I do not understand with regards to the new body scanners used at more and more airports. As I understand it people are upset that the security personnel get to see them in the nude and they feel uncomfortable about that. That I get. What I do not get is why the security personnel needs to see the nude images. I bet that it would be bloody easy to construct a program that analyses the images and looks for suspicious things (hidden blades and plastic explosives and so on) and returns a green or a red light for the person And destroys the image in the process. Hence no-one would ever get so see anyone naked, the check would be faster and more secure than by visual inspection and everyone would be happy campers. Personally I would feel much less violated by such a system. Now if I only had thousands of readers I bet that this idea would quickly find its way to the people in charge and they would have everything sorted within a fortnight.

Re-littering

Where do you all stand on the subject of re-littering? I.e. if you see something on the street that you go 'Oooh - that seems interesting' over and then you pick that something up only to realize that it is just a piece of crap - is it then ok to throw it back down on the street or should you locate a trash can? It happens to me quite a lot and I often get stuck in this ethical dilemma (most oftenly I do re-litter but I never feel good about it).

Turbulence

I snapped this during our vacation on Gotland this spring. Except for the crop and a little tweak of the colours I did no edits. Sometimes a little turbulence in the air is a good thing.

Significant figures

I have a problem with the tv show Biggest looser. They calculate the weight loss for the contestants as a percentage based on measurements in whole pounds. So a person that has gone from 310 to 305 pounds has lost 5 pounds => 5/310=1.61%. And then they use this number to eliminate people. It is just plain wrong to get a number with three significant figures from a division that contains a number with only one significant figure. The true answer to the above example should hence be 2%. They really ought to buy a more precise scale and learn some maths.

Change

I thought that a little change was due...

Shit

Another thing that happens in the woods bother me. It also involves stupid people like in my previous rant where someone destroyed my lens hood that I dropped, found and then left hanging on a tree in the same forest that inspired this little rant.
It is shit. Dog shit to be more precise. Having had dogs all the time growing up I am fairly familiar with the subject, but I find that I am a little bit undecided. I mean, if a dog shits on the streets you pick it up - no problem there. But if a dog shits on a path in the forest I do not really know. To just leave it for someone to step in is not acceptable. I think it is quite all-right to just push it out of the way with a stick so that no one would have to step in it, it will be gone pretty soon so no real harm is done. To pick it up with a plastic bag and throw it in the trash is also an option, but I must say that due to the extremely low density of dog poo trash cans out there in the woods I would be a bit hesitant to do that.
But there is a fourth option - to pick it up with a plastic bag and then throw the bag a few feet away from the path. It is just so fucking stupid. I mean I get annoyed of all littering, I have been so darn close to confront people that I see throw their crap on the streets like if it were their own personal trash can, my blood has boiled and I have wanted to just cut their fucking heads off with some choice words (I have only been held back by the fact that I live where I live and hence would most likely have been stabbed or the like by the perpetrator...), but to put something bio-degradable into a plastic bag and then throw it where everyone will see it for years to come is so darn stupid that I  [now I am so worked up that I am hyperventilating, maybe this sentence ought to end soon so that I wont pass out] that I can not even begin to describe it.

Sheos

Attended a training camp this weekend. It was great fun, hard work and a cheep way to up-grade my shoes. I was one of the last people leaving and I could not find my own shoes anywhere. Instead there was a pair very similar to mine: same brand, almost the same model, half a size larger, and a lot less worn. I could see no other option than to adopt them and treat them like if they were my own.