1.10.06.
That seems to point up a significant difference between Europeans and Americans. A European says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with me?" An American says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with him?"

--Terry Pratchett
23:53--Kashpar #


26.9.06.
"You know, I expected this from Norway or Sweden, but why did Finland have to jump on that "intersecting-lines-flag" fad Denmark started? Trendy assholes..."

~ Oscar Wilde on Finland's flag
13:28--Kashpar #


25.9.06.
Morning in Denmark. I am having a cup of coffee at my mother's apartment in Rødovre, Red-Over if you will, where I am currently living. Later today I am getting my back and neck fixed by an expert. Maybe not an expert, but a professional at the least. Could just be a novice actually, I am not quite sure. Well, I am persuaded to believe that the person is in the possession of a certificate of sorts.

Also later today I start a new job.

Also later today I may break a limb if I take a nasty spill on my bicycle, this, however, is of little or no relevance.
09:33--Kashpar #


1.7.06.
First of July, I am packing everything as I am moving out. Moving away from North-West Copenhagen to Østerbro, a much nicer area, prettier people and certainly fewer seagulls. Not that I ever understood what the seagulls were doing in the North-West part of town as it is rather lacking in docks, piers and ports. Even lacking is an understatement. Maybe it is a sort of seagull wossname, free-state.

The 22nd of July I will be in my new apartment, till then I will be sleeping around. Well, I am 23, I gotta lose my virginity some time right, might as well be now. Wait, did I do that already? Oh I don't know anymore.

Catch you on the wossname, flipside.
05:16--Kashpar #


22.6.06.
Yesterday I was at my mother's new apartment. We had dinner, it was nice, I like. When it was time for me to head home, I missed the bus by one minute and as a result had to wait an hour for the next one. Instead of going back to my mother's to wait I decided to tour the big mall right across the street from the bus stop. As it was getting late, I only saw four other people in there. When I had walked around for half an hour I started to head back for the bus stop to read for the last half an hour before my bus arrived. On reaching the mall exit, I felt a need to stop by the mall restrooms to repent, also a fine way to pass the time. When I had taken care of that I once again headed for the exit, but to my detriment I discovered that meenwhile the guards had closed down the mall and locked all the exits without checking the restrooms for any stray mall tourists. I was caught. At first I thought "oh dammit". Then I felt a bit like a criminal and thought something to the effect of "heh". I wandered around for fifteen minutes looking for a guard, but they were ghosts nowhere to be seen. By sheer chance I found a small door down a corridor that let me out just in time to catch my bus.

On the bus ride home I realized how easy it is to rob a mall with the incompetence displayed by the guards.

It had been an exciting hour waiting for the bus, and as they say, there is a first time for everything. Next time I will be sure to bring pliers and a crowbar.
17:23--Kashpar #