To Sum Up...

Hey, hey, hey!! Its day #365.25 again and I need to make a worthwhile contribution to this page before the year re-login comes around. How f**kin’ geeky was that?! Re-login…

But, butt, buttttt…. I like big butts and I cannot lie, You other brothers can’t deny, That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, You get sprung!
Hmm… Sir Mix-A-Lot lives still…
No, I don’t really have an ass thing going on. Back on topic, I can’t go out on a ranting note! I never run out of stuff to post, but right now, I’ve got a lot of rants jostling for position, without anyone getting dibs and I don’t want to clutter the holiday season with random rants and ambitions that are, at best, ambiguous. I’ve missed out on a lot of posts of late because I’ve been busy with other, more pressing, commitments. Now that they’re safely out of the way and done with, I’m free, well, relatively free-er anyway, to write again.
Ranting Swede returns, January ’06.

For now, I’m gonna be the good little boy next door everybody expects me to be.
All in all, it’s been an OK year. Nothing too stupendous…quit a job, gained a networking certification, spent loads of cash and finally, added two inches to my waistline. I found that last bit out just last week when my new jeans had to be a size larger than they used to.
New Year’s Resolution #1: Start losing the spare tyre! I never actually make resolutions but since it’s the appropriate time and I’ve decided to try and lose weight, let’s just call it one. And even if I break it, hey, no one actually keeps their resolutions.
Blogwise, hahahahahah… Blogwise… Ok, Blog-wise, this half-year has seen me learn a lot about what I can and cannot do. What I can do is write, no matter what anyone else thinks of it. What I cannot do is just for me to know. Anyhoo, I’ve written a lot and pretty much exceeded my own expectations. Truthfully, when I started this thing I didn’t expect it to last too long because I would actually sit and think of topics to write on, as is evident from my early posts. As the posts piled on, I didn’t have to find topics, the posts were not about topics anymore, just expression. Now I’m happy with what I have, even if nobody much sees it. I am my own worst critic, so there’s always room for improvement.

Alrighty then, its time to turn down the lights, Turn down the bed, Turn down these voices inside my head… I’m ripping off lyrics at lib today!
Enough baloney for today, have some salami too while I’m gone.
Happy New Year folks. Get some drunken debauchery when you can, you’ll never know when it’s your last time.
Have a good one.


Music for the week was heavily influenced by (Ok, blatantly lifted. There, happy?) Almost Heroes. Watch it. Mmmmm, Penny Lane…

Guns ‘N Roses – Welcome To The Jungle
Elton John – Tiny Dancer
Creedence Clearwater Revival – Fortunate Son

Happy for the Holidays

To tell the truth, I don't have a post. I do have something to say, but I haven't the time to say it right now.

I'll get back to that in posts to come, but for now, to one and all, My Best Wishes of the Season.
Have a Very Merry Christmas everyone!! Or as merry as you can manage... or try anyway, you just might get lucky... Hey, it's Christmas.

"God Bless Us everyone!" -- The Late, "Tiny" Tim Cratchit


Cheap Trick - Surrender

Bonus Track (I'm feeling generous!!) : Martika - Toy Soldiers

Where Have All The Flowers Gone?

I hoard. Music, newspapers, ticket stubs, notebooks from school and even pieces of toys from ages ago. For entertainment value, for sentimental value and even sometimes just because I have somewhere to keep them, I keep them. It can't be a good thing and probably isn't, because it shows my propensity to lug the past around behind me.

I tend to forget things rather quickly. Possibly, I was dropped headfirst as a child, something my parents 'neglected to mention'. Maybe that's why I need physical reminders of events past, years gone by...and people. I've often saved emails and text messages to the point where inboxes were brimming full of, what to anyone else would seem a pointless waste of space. I saved them still, never knowing if the next one would be the last, (ok...not paranoia!) so I could read them later and go back to a time that was. Digital limitations eventually won a hard fought battle.
But to me, these have been the important things in my life. They're small things, simple things. Everything that I've saved, or tried to save, associated with a time, story or person I wanted to hold on to.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, now sans cover and a few pages, puts me at age four, when a beautiful teacher got a classful of fidgety kinderlings to pray for their classfellow, as I underwent surgery.
I open an old box of poster paints tucked away in my cupboard. Among the bottles of paint, a single foot broken off an action figure takes me back to every pre-birthday visit to the toyshop. G.I.Joe was the craze and I wanted them all. The simplicity of the time...a single figure was enough to keep me happy for months. Now, a CD, ten times the cost, can't hold my attention for more than a week.
A simple brown envelope, not yet too old, holds a heart bared open to me in an unsurpassable act of honesty and friendship, even though I let it down. It pains me, but I'll keep it still.

These days I don't have much faith in the future because I don't know how to build it yet. Time is slowly rolling over me like a cannonball. But if I have nothing else, I have reminders of a time when honey was sweeter than money; of people who made my day, everyday; and a lifetime steadily disassociating itself with this one.
"Don't live in the past." it goes; I'm not.
I just want to be able to remember what it was like, when it's time I don't even know what it is anymore.
Constant evolution, everybody's changing.
I'll never know who I'm gonna be tomorrow, but I always need to be reminded of who I was yesterday.


Although my music base has taken a major hit, with the loss of over two gigabytes of awesome singles spanning genres and generations, I do have a song for this week too.
Since it's the week and all, the first AIDS benefit song takes the place of pride.

Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Elton John and Gladys Knight - That's What Friends Are For