May 5th, 2007 - He's a Doctor

Wow, isn't he cute? I've checked the internet for some photos and this one's to die for. Just found out that he's a "Doctor" Daniel Jackson. Okay, I admit it - I did it again. The cute nerdy brains with glasses, and I fell for him. He's my desktop theme now, and he's gonna stay there for awhile. When it comes to this photo, I especially enjoy the blue jumpsuit and the logo patch on his arm. Man, sometimes they hit the honeypot when they invent characters.

Tonight "The haunting" will be on, a movie more or less about the Hill House. Any RGB fan ought to think of the Heck House episode, so I guess I'll watch that movie. Straight afterwards we've got the British "Long time gone" about an ouija board, so I and Viktor will have a TV night. He loves that. He's our little red guy from the cat shelter and he's simply in love with this his first true home. He'll be snuggling up right next to you in the sofa, being satisfied with life.

May 4th 2007 - Eye injury

My boyfriend's eye ain't okay. He saw a doctor on some Greek island, who gave him an ointment. Today his eye hurt real bad, so he had to rush to a mainland specialist, who said that the first doctor had prescribed an ointment which wasn't supposed to be put in the eye! This resulted in permanent scarring and him not being able to put a lense in that eye again - ever. The other archealogists might help him report the useless doctor. It's sure no good way to begin your excavation training in Greece. It's so sad.

Finished reading a book about criminals sentenced to decapitation and where their more or less forgotten burial grounds are. It was also about crime in regular in the 18th century, and what I didn't know before was that being put in jail on "bread and water" was as if being sentenced to death. The bread didn't contain salt, which makes the body start aching more and more until the nerves and other tissue is destroyed and you die in delirium and pain. A man could live through this for no more than four weeks, and a woman was generally dead in just two weeks. I used to think "bread and water" was just boring nourishment. Victims sometimes chose to die rather than to be put on that diet.

Seem to be rotating some five books at the moment, depending on how dizzy I am. If my library slip lists more than twenty books, I'm embarrased. Less than a dozen, hey, I'm good. The most recent slip was 23 and the librarian had to fold it twice. The librarian's eyes always grow bigger and bigger as that machine doesn't seem to stop spitting out my slip. It feels like I snatched the best books, always the books they just bought and put on display, to make a big pile at home and curl up on them like a dragon on a stack of gold. My books! No touching! I saw them first!

May 3rd, 2007 - John's ghost stories

Man, had a bad hangover this day as well! Fortunately, the sleeping-pills worked this time, so I had a good night's sleep. Why is it "good night's sleep" and not "night's good sleep"? Aspies tend to analyze these things. Couldn't clean and such like planned, however. Thought I wanted to neutralize those machines which were roaring just at the outskirts of my garden, digging up the road. Freaking noise! Ruining a perfectly good day to be outdoors some.

Pondered if I should mail a writer who was on TV the other day, John Ajvide Lindqvist. He wrote three books and they are so great! He's my second favorite - Margaret Atwood being my number one. Anyway, I saw John on TV a few months ago and thought I just had to get a hold of his books. He's labeled the "King of Fright", but as he said, it's not too hard to be a King if he's the only one in his genre in this country. His stuff is SO the very best "scary books" I ever read! Stephen King, go hide. Wouldn't let go of "Paper Walls". I thought scary supernatural books by definition were crap, which I'd overlook as I'm into the genre no matter what, but John's books are... magic.

I've read some 2.000 books, roughly counting, and I'm hard to please. This was like "wow, he did it! Completely new twists, great word treatment, supernatural beings you never heard of or could imagine!" The content of the last page is never possible to foresee, and when the book is finished you just don't want it to be. He was great during that half-hour show, but the interviewer wasn't. I got rather upset when that mofo continously revealed the ending of novels and novellas. They're gonna film and translate his first two novels! Isn't that great?

May 2nd 2007 - The STARGÅTE effect

Some days I tell myself that I'm never going to drink again. This was such a day. After finishing blogging last time, I had a few more beer and was impatiently noticing that I didn't stagger much, didn't feel that drunk and, above all, wasn't entering "reality". This my "reality" goes back to before I joined art school and got a bad depression, fourteen years ago. Reality as in having feelings, not being wrapped up in layers of layers of see-through cotton. Reality as in how incidents and everyday life mattered, instead of being colorless and sometimes full of anxiety.

Almost five liters of beer later I figured that dawn had arrived and that I could just as well go to bed and read something. You do read books in a different way than when you're sober. Or, sober - I wouldn't put my normal state as being "sober".

Anyway, this Thursday was pretty much ruined by a bad hangover. Most unfair! I did my part, trying to enter "reality", and usually my hangover don't get as bad as this one. Not becoming very drunk, but having a case of weeping, and not entering "reality". Same result as the last dozen times. The ruddy roadworkers began working just outside my window at 7 AM, so I got just one hour of sleep. As I first stated, "I'm never going to drink again". My kidneys hurt. Are they supposed to, if you drink? Bah.

I've now learned to obey when the doctor says "No drinking, combined with your prescribed medication", as far at not drinking and combining any sleeping-pills. Thus, no sleep for the wicked. Real tired and with a hangover... I figured I'd better watch some TV.

There was Stargate SG1, the series - or, pardon me, STARGÅTE. The English have no clue how silly that sounds! Hehe. Haven't seen that series before. Anyway, a really cute guy popped up, being the brains. His name was Daniel and luckily the episode focused on him. My face ached afterwards from forming a stupid wide grin as soon as I saw him. They guys were sometimes using jumpsuits with a logo on their upper arm, and I was so charmed. There even was illuminant sweeping spirits, beams that looked like proton rays and the "mirrored" billowing smoke effect in the sky! Bliss.

May 1st, 2007 - Good day gone wrong

Seems like there's some blogging hype. I quit when I got rather depressed again. When was it? Over a year ago. Not that I know if anyone read my blog - it was therapeutic more than anything else.

Today I was doing so good that I thought I'd update the site. Well, starting to blog anyway. Got two really nice signs, I figured. Was playing World of Warcraft, which is an online game, in case someone hasn't heard of it. There I was taking a flight and my character Egon landed on someone called Winston. The odds are astronomically small that there's someone called "Winston" on the server, combined with me landing on him. Saying "Winston! Egon's here!" ran through my mind, but I had second thoughts as I suspected he wouldn't understand.

Today someone mailed me and said he has an RGB comic that went in print and was withdrawn, the copies destroyed. Still, he had an issue and asked if I was interested. Did a raincheck with my brit RGB comics and figured he was right, there ought to be a missing issue. As only three people, the guy included, have mailed me on that e-mail address regarding the Ghostbusters, I was thrilled. Two signs! The kick was nice. I do love the boys in grey. Bad memories regarding the internet, yes, but they're still my boys.

Being in a good mood, I was brave enough to join a chat channel. I picked one for aspies and thought I wouldn't seem like an idiot as they'd understand. Bad move. Tried to help a Mom asking what to do about his aspie son, explaining why he had troubles in some situations at school. Tried to help, even as I was new and shouldn't have talked much. Soon enough, a guy whispered I was "annoying the hell outta everyone". Flashback. "Annoying". Acting as I was a part of the group. I wasn't accepted in an asperger chat. They wouldn't overlook that I wanted to help, wanted to blend in, wanted to chat.

I'm very much alone at the moment. My boyfriend's in Greece, doing archeaology, and he'll be there for roughly one more month. I know no one to talk to IRL, and have no one to chat with. I don't talk much with my family on the phone, just once a month or so, and I didn't see them for 14 months. My MSN list includes one person. One. It's the WoW game guild leader, and I never really chatted with him. That's so pathetic. At least he said I have a really cool hotmail address. That's true - a GB-fan's dream address. :) Not that I'd reveal it here.

I was doing so good, taking care of our three cats, even managing to clean. Haven't eaten any decent food since he left, but that was expected. Stupid, joining a chat. I cried for a long time, then I adapted. No more chatting!

This is the third RGB-tape I'm watching tonight, currently "The thing in mrs Faversham's attic" in Swedish. Seventeen-year-old recording and still kicking. I'd planned to make a page containing my GB collection, but the digital camera's in Greece and I can scan only so much. My collection's swelled to the magnitude of wanting cool things on eBay, just to realize I already have them. Sewed a coin zipper into my GB wallet, which I've been thinking to do for a long time. Tired of "are you sure you have no coins?" questions in the cashier. They fell out. My wallet's a custom Hongkong piece, okay? No more! :)

Feeling better now. Drank a few cans of beer - combined with chatting with myself regarding the GB's, it's okay. Everything's gonna be alright. Yeah.