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moving on...

some of you will be tired of it, some might still think it's a valid issue. what am i talking about?!? mitch, the terrible of course. monday night i went to a volunteers meeting.(at ibis) a gathering of people willing to spend some time, not only trying to collect a few dollars for the recently homeless, but trying to prevent the whole episode from fading into media oblivion. it's happening already, the front-page stories are gone. replaced by weekly specials in that particular section entitled 'culture' or world politics'. you know, the one you always put in the bottom off the pile on a sunday morning.

well, it may be dull, to read about, but it's import nevertheless.

i'll be part of the internet campaign, trying to get the campaign logo out onto as many danish sites as possible, in an attempt at making as many people as possible drop by the campaign homepage for a look. as soon as i know more, i'll put the logo out here, and ask anyone who has a web-page or has influence on one to do the people of central america one small painless favour and put the button on your page.

on an entirely different note, sunday was a day to remember. saturday night, as you may remember, was a night at jens' place. and he had i think 6 crates of beer and 4 bottles of booze, for the whole lot of us (about 20 people), so the night was long and merry.

sunday then, was breakfast at my parents place. there really isn't much in the world to beat hungover bacon & eggs. then of to the gym to coach the falcon's 4th team. these are all the guys i used to play bball with before i f..... my knee, and i am helping emma, our regular coach take the practices and games that she can't make. so sunday morning a tream off alchohol-odorous youngsters, and about 12 seconds into the game we were 12-0 up. and that's really all there is to tell, we weren't really playing all that well, but at around 84-20, they decided to all foul out. how's that for prime sportsmanship :-)

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just the other day, i got a message from jason, a friend of mine i met in south america. since i wrote him that i was quitting my job, this is what he wrote:

From: "Jason De Souza"
To: tkrag@dk.net
Subject: Boredom!

>...absolutely BORED out of my skull.....can
>I annoy you???

>Greetings, hilsner, hejsa, terve, hola,
>hello, hallo, dag, salem aleikum, namaste,
>konnichiwa, Shalom, G'day!

and here's what i wrote him back:

>>You can try ..... but I doubt that you'll
>>succeed. After all, I've begun the last 2
>>weeks in this job.... So I habiyually do
>>nothing, and tell the boss to fire me if
>>he's not satisfied :-) Tomas

and jason:

>So, only 2 weeks left...
>what's next in your grand master plan to
>conquer the universe??
>
>Jason

and me:

>>Well, first I'll develop a new form of
>>free, everlasting energy, then I'll use
>>that to build a fleet of anti-gravitation
>>space-ships, and then I'll hold the moon
>>hostage, and threaten to drag it closer to
>>the sun, thereby turning it into a
>>planetary scale swiss raclette, with the
>>implicit threat that it will drip melted
>>cheese all over washington. Then when the
>>combined governments of the world
>>relinquish world dominion to me (that is
>>those governments with some say in world
>>matters, the eu obviously disqualifying by
>>indecision), I will be a complete arse-hole
>>and drip moon-cheddar all over the white
>>house anyway, just because all americans
>>are complete morons in my book.(sorry about that, obviously it's only a joke, Tomas)
>>
>>Tomas

and jason:

>Like your plans immenskey and apply for
>position as understudy as of now.
>Particularly like the disdain attached to
>the "yanks-wanks". If you'll be Brain...I'll
>be Pinkey! Have you seen this cartoon? In my
>view its wasted on "kids" and should be
>prime-time viewing for discerning adults.
>Every episode Brain (real name Brian, but he
>takes advantage of the mix-up) decides to
>conquer the world with real loony-toon
>wickedness...Pinkey is a bit dim! Man, these
>rodents are cool! But what cunning plan can
>we master together to wreck vengence on
>the...can't even say it...damn them...the
>FRENCH??!!

and me:

>>Yes, indeed that wiley rodent is my greatest hero also,
>>and in the spirit of Brain, here is my cunning plan for frog-
>>disposal. First I am going to invent some mega-rise yeast,
>>then I will cunningly lure a large nuber of iq challenged
>>french patisseres into baking a giant franch 'hot-dog'
>>wrapping the eiffel tower in baguette dough, as a an apt
>>sign of supremacy for the millenium. I know for a fact that
>>they are looking for some way to mark the passing of the
>>triple-zero year, that surpasses a certain T.Blair's
>>ridiculous 1 billion pound boy-scout tent. Only when they
>>start mixing the dough in the giant cauldron that has
>>recently been built in front of the louvre, I will replace the
>>yeast with my super-rising variant. The stupid bastards
>>will do all the hard work, as they wrap up the eiffel tower.
>>Then I will charge them a fortune for the use of the new
>>Soviet satellite with the giant mirror (the one that can
>>create sunshine in winter), in order for them to bake the
>>eiffel tower. I will con the Commy bastards into lending
>>me their satellite, by offering them white-house pizza with
>>extra cheese (from my moon-raclette). Once the french
>>bastards start baking their baguette, mu super-rise yeast,
>>will grow to cover all of france, and most of that
>>pathetically ridiculous excuse for a country called italy as
>>well.... and "voila, grand pain de France"...
>>
>>Tomas

and jason:

>You are more cunning than a very cunning
>thing that does nothing but crawl around
>being cunning all day. I like it. I like it
>immensley. There is a problem with the IQ
>challenged French patisseres...I fear we may
>be swamped by legions of the dumb fucks! I
>am actually in possession of said Soviet
>giant mirror and for years have been sending
>clandestine messages to Zag preparing the
>Zagian invasion of our galaxy...ok I admit
>to being nothing but a turncoat who will
>sell his grandmother to the highest bidder
>(I should point out that this in fact was
>never proved and was not upheld in a court
>of law....something to do with the rapidly
>decomposing body, huh!). But I had another
>idea...to sell/lease the giant mirror to
>Gibralter so that they can look twice as big
>as they are and thus rest independence from
>the Brits and "worry" the Spaniards....

and me:

>>You are indeed a sly partner to complement
>>my imense intelligence I find your proposal
>>of speeding up intergalactic supremacy, by
>>short-jumping the time it takes to develop
>>suitable war-machines, fascinating. The
>>suggestion, that we lure the Zag, to earth,
>>only to subdue them with the immense power
>>of "Quantum Quest for Perfection" and a MTV
>>Michael Jackson video week-end, and then
>>steal their space-ships to take over the
>>galaxy, incredibly luring. It also free's
>>me from the mundane task of misapplying my
>>genius by spending the countless minutes it
>>will probably take me to develop that free
>>energy source. Your way is easier, and I
>>like easy. Oh, and about the flaw in the
>>french connection, I, the ultra wise Tomas
>>have of course thought about this. I have
>>had my incredibly dimwitted swedish
>>assistant (long blonde hair, voluptous
>>curvatures) fabricate a sign that reads
>>"Patisserie", which I will hang up outside
>>the Trucadero. At least half the dimwitted
>>french patisseres are doomed to roam the
>>halls of the Sega World for eternity, or
>>until they are finally killed off by the
>>inssessant teenage babble of those
>>unfortunate enough to think it is actually
>>a cool place to be.
>>
>>Tomas

until finally:

>Brain....er, can we postpone world
>domination till after I've had my lunch?

 

so there you go, anyone whose wondering what my next move will be. there it is, out for public viewing and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me. it's just like last night playing risk, with some of my bball friends, and there was nothing they could do to stop me... HA!HA!HA!

well, almost nothing..........

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job situation update: went to icon medialabs, for the 4th time, and this time they offered me a contract. waiting for the contract, the doctors orders (tuesday next week), any other job offers, or other offers ;-) and last but least a suitably drunk occasion to make such an important decision.

currently reading:

peter f. hamilton:
"the neutronium alchemist"