This, I want.

GloFish

I often complain about the fish I have because I wish they could be more colourful. GloFish is not only colourful but they "glow" under an UV light. How cool is that?

Painkiller

Painkiller - Janne Parviainen

The ever gnarling pain is driving me batty. I can hardly use my right arm, I keep fumbling and dropping things and I can't sleep because of the pain. Desperate, I called my doctor hoping for some sort of solution to the problem. I told him about the intense pain and how the painkillers I take don't work. His grand solution? Take 4 more paracetamol per day. WTF? Diclofenac and tramadol doesn't help but paracetamol will? How can anyone come to such an idiot conclusion? Now I wonder if the doctor is truly a doctor or a quack. Seriously, WTF!? At the very least I expected to have my shoulder examined to determine why I'm in pain. I also thought that being sent to a doctor who specializes in pain matter would be a great idea. And, I get .... paracetamol. I just can't believe it.

BTW, the light-art or Light Paintings created by Janne Parvianen are great, have a look at his homepage for more.

The Thomas Oliver Band - Bad Talkin' Man

The Thomas Oliver Band from New Zealand. Nice chillax sort of music (rock, rhythm 'n blues) and I like. (Obviously.) Links to their YouTube Channel and their MySpace.

The League of S.T.E.A.M

The League of Steam project is looking for donations. Here. I was looking for new pics of my favourite vampire slayer when I stumbled over it.Here's their YouTube Channel and their Hompage.

Too Little Time Too Much To Do..

Having doctor's orders to rest and take it easy I find myself more stressed than ever. Things are piling up around me, projects are fading into oblivion and I still find that there are not enough hours in a day. I've come to the conclusion that it's best to screw the doctor's orders and start catching up again.

I don't know how other people do it, those who always have time over at the end of the day and those who have the ability to be bored. How do they do that? I find it hard to picture what it would be like to have so much time on my hands that I would be bored. Somehow I think it's impossible.

Norway on my mind

It's been days and it's still just as unbelievable as when it happened. We've been talking to our Norwegian friends and are thankful that they and their families are not among the dead. But, it's still tragic and emotionally overwhelming. Among the worst things is the fact that Anders Behring Breivik doesn't see the killings as a criminal act. He sees himself as a hero that will go down in history for his great deed. It's sickening.

To further his delusions he also sees himself as a Knight Templar on a Holy Crusade. Though he's not that far off base there since they were racist killers too.

There is no punishment that will ever be good enough for a shit like this. Nothing the living can do to him will cover what he did to the victims, their families and the nation. There is one thing I hope for though, that they silence him. He did all of this to draw the attention to "his" manifesto and his ideas. It would be great if he never gets to spread it any further.

Malison Rouge - Friend or Foe?

Swedish band with a taste of "maiden" in them. Check their MySpace out for more music and samples. They don't seem to have a YouTube channel but epicpowermark has two of their songs on the channel. And here's the FaceBook.

Norway Terror

92 persons confirmed dead this far. There are no words ... it's something that should not happen. Not in Norway and not anywhere else.

Not only do I wonder why it happened but why the shooter was not stopped for one and a half hour. One and a half hour where he walked around looking for people to shoot while cheering for himself. He killed almost 1 person per minute and no one stopped him.

It just didn't pan out as planned.

This is where is planned to post a video of my son and the band. I post a lot of music so why not show him off. He's a kid with a long way to go, but I'm a proud mom so I'd do it anyway. The problem is ... I managed to turn the video camera off when I thought I turned it on and on when I thought I turned it off. All I've filmed was blurry pictures of legs, shoes and ground. It's so embarrassing that I can hardly believe it's true and I'm beating myself p over it.

Personification of “Standing out in a Crowd”.

My son’s band got a spot as the opening band at a local festival and I was there of course. It’s great that the kids get a chance to show off to an audience larger than their families and ever so supportive moms. The area was full with happy party people. Goths that made me think of Count Dracul and his brides. Punks, though punks have never been the same since the 70’s. (I miss that.) Metal heads with stunning girlfriends, those guys really “get it”. There were rockers that reminded me of the “good old days”, big hairy bikers of the kind that you instantly step aside for. Three families with kids that found a good spot, next to the bikers, where their kids could bounce around on pogo sticks. A group of skin heads with polished scalps, army boots and ugly girlfriends. Middle-aged drunken women on the prowl, with their boobage close to dropping out of their tops that were too small. Us rocker moms, (in contrast to the soccer moms) dragging gear and looking after water bottles. Groupies dressed to their teeth hanging around the musicians. There was a group of pensioners that seemed lost but still stayed together with the hippies and the beach bums. A group of militaries showed up in uniform for some reason, and then there was one lonely guy from the Middle East carrying a backpack.

I’ve never seen a clearer personification of “Standing out in a Crowd”.

No worries, it was all peace, love and understanding and we all had a great time. My son’s band did really good and there are already people who have contacted them about future concerts. I’m so proud of the kids that I could burst. They still have a long way to go but they are not one but two steps closer to their goal. Happy days!

Troll

Troll - Robin Benes

Being burntout and unable to do anything constructive with my time I spend a lot of time at Y!A. The place is just about as troll infested as a site can be and I find myself being sentimental. Remember in the olden days when the trolls were truly trolls? The whole point of trolling is to get away with it, not to scream; "Here look at me, I'm a troll damn it!". Trolling is truly "a art". Comparing the "olden day" trolls to the trolls today is like comparing an old time "gentleman thief" to a "smash and grab" today. The trolls of today lack skill and sophistication. As if that's not bad enough, you can actually troll the trolls and rail them up. Could it possibly get worse?

There was a troll once, back in the 90's, who I absolutely loved. He, lets call him Dick, had the ability to lead people on for days at a time. A classic being when he got his penis stuck in a pipe and needed help to get it out. People gave him good advice, women "mommied" him and the men felt sorry for him. Some people pointed and laughed and the others attacked them because it was not a funny situation and they should be ashamed of themselves for laughing. Dick played them all with great creativity and magnificent acting skills. He kept them up dated on the progress, whined about the pain and the shame and added twists to the story when the interest seemed to fade. A female friend tried to help him, in real life, and that made things worse since she was so sexy. Poor Mr Dick!

They simply don't make trolls like that anymore and it's a shame.

Clawfinger - Life Will Kill You

Death comes in all sizes all shapes and all colours

But we like to believe that it only happens to others

The closer we get we try to avoid it

We've tampered with nature so much we've destroyed it

It slips through our fingers the more we live

What the fuck are we thinking acting like we control it

It's a cold fact of life but we should try to be brave

How brave can you be with one foot in the grave

Life will kill you, in the end we're all gonna die

Life will kill you, it doesn't matter how hard you try

Life will kill you, even if you don't give a damn

What part of your own death is that you don't understand

The blonde and the body builder (100 lbs. of dynamite.)

The body builder takes off his shirt
and the blonde says,
"What a Great chest you have!'

He tells her,
'That's 100 lbs. of dynamite, Baby.'

He takes off his pants and the blonde says,'
"What massive calves you have!'

The body builder tells her,
'That's 100 lbs. of dynamite, Baby.'

He then removes his underwear and
the blonde goes running out of the
apartment screaming in fear.

The body builder puts his clothes
back on and chases after her.
He catches up to her and asks why
she ran out of the apartment like that.

The blonde replies,
'I was afraid to be around all that dynamite
after I saw how short the fuse was!'

Sui Caedere - Le Soulier De La Morte

The shoe of the dead woman. 

(Le Soulier De La Morte English translation)

This brittle grey and golden shoe,

With curls of fragrant silk,

Such a mysterious thing,

Between my hands, tonight, it sleeps.

I just found it

Lying at the bottom of a chest of drawers...

A small old-fashioned shoe

A shoe full of memories

Since she went away

Led by marches by Chopin,

sleep forever under the pine

in the cold and gloomy alley

I remained all year long

Crushed under a burden of iron

to live like in hell

as a poor damned soul

And now, heart full of darkness

This guard of December

I find it at the bottom of my chamber

The shoe that her foot let fall.

Only this one was left to me,

the other is no doubt among the angels...

And me I run barefoot in the mud

My soul is a perforated shoe.

I don't fear dying.

I fear failing at it.

Generation Y

- People born between 1925 and 1946 were called The Silent generation....
- People born between 1946 and 1959 are called The Baby Boomers.
- People born between 1960 and 1979 are called Generation X,
- And people born between 1980 and 2010 are called Generation Y,

Why do we call the last group Generation Y?
Y should I get a job?
Y should I leave home and find my own place?
Y should I get a car when I can borrow yours?
Y should I clean my room?
Y should I wash and iron my own clothes?
Y should I buy any food?

But a cartoonist explained it very eloquently below....

What's that song?

I listen to al lot of music, almost 24/7. (Yes the music is going while I'm sleeping too.) The radio has a music channel that I often listen to, then there is YouTube, MySpace and Grooveshark. I also have a stack of MP3s that  friends have shared with me and the ever growing CD collection.

Now, here's the problem... I have this song in my mind. It keeps popping up but only a few tunes and a couple of words that might or might not be the lyrics. I've been looking for the song for days and I can't find it. The fact that it is so hard to find makes me think that it's by one of all the unsigned bands that I listen to online, but how do I find it?

It's ever so frustrating and every day that passes makes me even more obsessed. This might not end well... *sigh*

Hellyeah - Cowboy Way

There are no ugly women -- Just fixer uppers! BS!

OK, so I got this mail claiming that 9 ugly women had a 12 hour make over and turned into the beauties on the before and after photo. This is what the mail said:

Look carefully, they're in the same order.
It's just amazing what money can do!
This photo below was taken at a competition in June 2008 involving 9 women for best makeover. They had every possible beauty treatment available to them over a period of 12 hours before the contest.
Look at the before and after photos.
Conclusion - there are no ugly women only poor women.
The woman 2nd from the left won the contest.

Yes, it's really the same women. Yes, you can easily see that there is a huge difference between the before and after photos. But... it's not a 12 hour makeover. It took 3 months of training, coaching, plastic surgery, teeth bleaching, jaw realigning and whatnot for them to get there. It was all documented and made into a TV show called The Swan. The TV show was shot in 2004, not 2008.

I know it's mailed around as a funny thing, but there is nothing fun about it. A total of 32 women went under the knife for the TV show that was ranked #1 at the top 10 Worst Reality-TV Shows Ever.

David Lyte, who produced the show and now works for Fox Reality Channel, was quoted in the Calgary Sun as saying “The Swan was a worthless piece of television, I’m sad to say I produced. Those women were left sort of looking like cheap hookers and sent back to their small towns.”
Lyte then later wrote to this column's co-author, Andy Dehnart, and said, in part "I swear I didn’t say The Swan was “a worthless piece of television”. I hope I would never be that pompous. I liked The Swan. It is true that sometimes we did turn them out to look like….err…well, lets be honest about those breast implants, hookers isn’t a million miles from the truth." Link.

Fallin' all to pieces.

I'm Falling To Pieces - Iryna Griffith

Help me rid this feelin' Cause I'm fallin' all to pieces. And I can't get out of bed. 

The new meds knocks me out very insufficiently. I'm too exhausted to get out of bed but I can't sleep either and  I end up in some sort of twisted limbo. On top of that I've got a killer headache and zero patience with people around me. The pain is a bitch too and I want to kick the doctor for thinking that paracetamol will help with it. Seriously? The Tramadol I take don't help me with the pain but paracetamol will? No fucking way you bloody idiot. It's like changing a bazooka into a BB gun and thinking it will create a bigger boom. Brilliant. Not!

Sweet Temptation

I am sitting in the shade whiles watching him work. He picks the engine apart with silent patience and then he puts it back together again. The engine does not start and he picks it apart again. Sweat is pearling down the tanned skin on his back and I struggle to resist the urge to touch him. Every now and then he glances in my direction with a boyish grin. The heat carries mirages of the words that have to stay unspoken, memories of stolen kisses in the shelter of the dark. Through the distance between us I can feel the scent of him and remember the comfort of resting in his arms. For a brief moment the illusion comes to life in my imagination, soothing, tempting and still ever so forbidden. A rush of air brings the sensation of his lips on mine, and I remember how it feels to run my fingers through his hair.
One word, one little move, and it can all be mine again.

Dead Gumbies - Creepy Teacher

New video by Dead Gumbies. I was planning to post John Crow since it's a favourite song of mine, but this new song rocks just a little bit more. Ratrod tells me that they wrote the song a month ago and that it is the first time they played it live. It all worked out great IMO.

Do check out their YouTube Channel for more live footage or hit their Myspace page.

Stone Dözer - Weedskey Line

I've been waiting for this video for what seems to be eons, but now it's here. Typical to my luck they posted it on YouTube while I was on vacation. Well, it's here and it rocks! It's also great to finally see the band in action and not only on photos.

Weedskey Line LYRICS

Smoke 'n whiskey,
The same old story,
To me is normal,
Nothing out my law

And it seems,
I´m going insane, you know..
I can´t be stopped,
It´ll never end.

estribillo

Don´t you try to stop me,
You know the time has come,
Don´t care if no tomorrow
To rise.

Head is aching,
Drives me crazy,
To me is normal,
Nothing out my law.

And it seems,
I´m going insane, you know..
I can´t be stopped,
It´ll never end.

estribillo

Don´t you try to stop me,
You know the time has come,
Don´t care if no tomorrow
To rise.

solo

estribillo.

The Wall

The Wall - Pink Floyd

My vacation turned out to be a minor disaster. Tornadoes passing through, cold rain and then tropical heat, mosquitoes an masse and by the end of it I was even more tired than when I left home. (That's a bad thing since I really needed to get away to reload my batteries.) Things can't possibly get worse can they? Well, they can. By mid-June I realized that no one I knew had died in May. For a brief moment I thought that the four deaths in four months was nothing but a sad but odd occurrence and that it was over now. Thinking is a dangerous thing. A few days later I got news that two friends of ours has died in a freak accident. Now there has been six deaths in six months. We'll run out of relatives and good friends if this keeps on happening.

OK, so my mood wasn't all that great when I got back home. I stepped through the door and ... my home was in chaos. It seemed as if they thought that I took the dishwasher, the washing machine and the vacuum cleaner with me when I left. I spent two days cleaning and washing to get things back to order and I was balancing between furious and simply too tired to feel anything. Then there was the issue of explaining why my husband still need home care and why I can't be his 24/7 nurse and caregiver. I had to go through his illnesses and describe them and when I looked through the information I realized that, he is still dying. That he is doing better does not change the fact that he will die from his illness.

That was the last nail in the coffin and I smacked my head straight through the wall. I didn't realize it at first. I just felt sick. I was in pain, I was dizzy and felt nauseous, I couldn't sleep, but I could barely stay awake either, I couldn't get things done and I couldn't eat. After a while I managed to get myself to a doctor and he told me that I'm experiencing "burnout". I didn't believe it. Such things are for people who work and try to do too much with their limited time. That's not me. I'm wrong of course, the doctor convinced me. The situation with my husband and the demands it puts on me is more than enough. The doctor suggested that I should "ask for help" and apply for home care for my husband. That's the part when I really snapped. I've done just that for over a year now and nothing has changed. By the end of it all he gave me a bunch of pills and a pat on the head saying "good luck now".

Well... I'm back and  I have a lot of catching up to do, when ever I'm up to it. Stone Dözer and Dead Gumbies have posted new vidoes to their YouTube channels while I've been away and I haven't had a look at them yet. I've also got a stack of mails that I should reply to... later. Everything I do goes in slow motion as it is now.