When i woke up this morning after a night of storm and snow, i looked out the window. The snow had not been plowed yet and during the night it had fallen about 30 cm. Since it was storm there was an uneven level of snow, so on some places there was close to nothing and on other it was about a meter high. It had been an awesome night with snow breaking the laws of gravity and falling from the side. After a hot shower and the morning removal of dog breathe with a brush and toothpaste I, like so many other mornings, got dressed. Looking outside the storm was still raging but hey, I needed to get to the university to write a lab report. On my way there I had to walk in, sometimes knee deep, snow. The wind was hitting my face and it was still snowing a bit. After waiting for the bus for a good 15 minutes in the storm I see it slowly crawling down the hill. Anyway… when I get back to my neighborhood I walk into the grocery store. There I rest my eyes on the headlines of the local paper. “It has been a
Useless facts about my life =)
Sometimes, like today for example, I sit and think back on the times of the past. Back when everything was simpler, when hacking was considered an art form; a time when skills and intelligence were things to admire. Why not even before internet broke thru?
I did my very first real hack when I was 13 years old, soon 22 years ago. We had just gotten computers to school. Green screened computers with Pascal. Before this I had only played around with games and assembler on Commodore 64, Amiga 500 and phreaking. But this was in a network for the first time. Of cause I was in the back of the class having fun, ignoring the
Fame and fortune
Recently I got reminded on what fame and fortune brings. This reminder primed a game me and my lady sometimes play sometimes. “What would you do if…” A hypothetical game of thought and mind play. What would you do if you had 64 billion dollar? Think about it for a while.
Would you buy those things you always wanted? Buy fast cars, boats and the big mother fucking house? Have a big ass house party? Now what? Are you happy now with all you stuff? Now you sit there, looking at your maid cleaning up in your mansion. Everyone has left and the phone rings. It is an organisation who wants you to give them money for a good cause. Say that you
Need a friend?
Now and then I get hit by the obvious thought that life is not forever. Life is borrowed time and I think about what I do with this precious gift. What effect do I have on life and how will I be remembered, if at all. What legacy will I leave? After all, life could end as quickly and as sudden as a computer that gets it power cut.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not afraid to die or death. I am just uncomfortable with the notion of not living; not experiencing, not feeling, not breathing and not thinking. Not only that, this un-life lasts forever.
Freedom
It would not be the first time a politician have prioritized his/her own agenda in the name of all that is good. Swedish politicians, Al Gore, Bush, Hamas,, Al Qaeda, Shas, Hezbollah, KKK, Hitler and other fuckfaces do it all the time. Don’t be fooled, they are ALL THE SAME. They ALL have seen the light. They ALL have the absolute truth and they ALL do what ever it takes to execute actions to make it happen. In my book they are ALL the same. (I know there is at least one out there saying that “since according to your own standards, you also say that you have the absolute truth… so you are also the same”. My reason for not being part of that hellish group is that I know I could be wrong. I also do not force you or scare you into believe what I believe. I respect that fact that you disagree and most of the time I love to have a fact based argument. But most of the times, shown on my last page, many people can not see the difference between their own ideas and their personality and hence see the counter arguments as a personal attack and become upset. And when they fail to find good arguments against your beliefs they attack your personality. It is sad really because I love to discuss. This is also the reason why I no longer allow comments.)
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Swedish moral panic – and animal sex
Once again the Swedes show that we are world number one in screaming before thinking of what we are screaming. This time it is the animal right activists that want to re-write the law in order to forbid humans having sex with other forms of animals. One of the reasons being that the animals is dependent of the humans; another argument is that the animals cannot say yes to sex with humans. A third argument is that the animals are being hurt emotionally as well as physically. Seriously, is it only me who see this as a weird argument here? And the utterly ridiculous point of view?
First let me just write the ordinary reservation for the people who live to draw quick and false conclusions; for those people who
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Meaning of Life and Purpose of Existance
How should we get this party started? Let’s start by asking ourselves a question. Do objects have a purpose? Purpose meaning that it has some important function to fill, and that it was created for this specific purpose. The answer, in my blurry eyes, is yes. Every object has its reason for existing; both living and dead.
If one wants to be a little “new age” about it one could say that everything and everyone is a part of a big wholeness where everyone and everything has a place. Many religions claim that this is so, and that there is some master plan and a meaning for everything that happens. (One funny thing though, it is how people thank a higher power for surviving a life threatening ordeal or for only loosing ones movement below the neck. Thanking this higher power for being alive. Hmm… is it only me or if one believes in this higher power, why thank this entity for dropping that 100 tons rock that crushed every bone in the persons bodybut is still alive? I am not sure I am clear enough, so I will try and explain a little clearer. Let’s say I have a cute mouse. This is my mouse and I do what ever I want with it. I am the higher power here, if there were any doubts. Let’s then say that I want this mouse to suffer, for what ever reason. So I smash a stone on its legs so that they break off. Now… why would the mouse thank me for not killing it? Personally, if I were this mouse, I would be pretty pissed off. But hey… that is me.)
Världens befriare
Sorry all English speaking people. This article is in Swedish only.
Klockan är slagen för ett svenskt inlägg. Som så många andra tvingas jag läsa tidningen för min dagliga förbrukning av nyheter. Då ibland fastnar ögat även på en artikel som vanligtvis inte skulle läsas, men när man sitter där i bönerummet och tittar på klinkersen (Är det ett ord? En klinker, flera klinkers? Klinkers, plural i bestämd form. I alla fall!!! ) blir man uttråkad efter ett tag. Detta var en sådan lång stund. Jag bläddrar igenom tidningen igen och ser att en svensk playboykvinna (oftast kvinnor i playboy va? =) ). För att inte nämna namn och förolämpa någon person kan vi ge henne det helt slumpmässiga namnet Silv
The Beauty and the Beast
In the same way Madonna’s ”Like a virgin” is about a girl getting boinked by such a huge dick that it felt like her first time, and the song ”Like a prayer” is about giving head, isn’t the beauty and the beast a written advertisement for pedophile romance? Let us look at the story; we have an ugly, older, scary lonely male who is anti social; the stereotypical view of what a pedophile in the western world. This beast is obviously filled by rage and self-hatred. Similar to Groth et al.findings in rapists.
As a contrast we the perfect victim who is this beautiful, innocent, graceful, warmhearted, young and naïve female, and for all we know is a virgin.