So the time has come to come clean about those challenges — The Re-Return Tour Of 2013 — I set myself earlier. Because as you might have noticed, I haven’t really mentioned them since. Well, there’s a reason for that.
I have now semi-officially moved the blog to www.carloseriksson.com where all future posts will happen. Soon I will migrate all the posts from here to their new home.
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Sunday, 25 August 2013
Sunday, 18 August 2013
Home, Sweet Home (With Pictures)
I hope you weren’t eagerly awaiting a post back when I was in Finland because as I’m sure you could can figure out, I was busy doing stuff. Not just any kind of stuff either but important stuff.
Yeah.
Let’s go with that. Important stuff.
Yeah.
Let’s go with that. Important stuff.
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
Let’s Try That Again
Tonight’s “Abominable Weekly Update” comes with an extra special message and in the spirit of that, there won’t any public warnings pleading you to stay away, imploring you to read no further and so on. It’s not like you listened to them anyway, right?
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
The Re-Return Tour Of 2013
The time has come. Tomorrow we’re going on our vacation but not to some exotic — and Mediterranean — place oh no. No, we’re going to a place which is colder and harsher than where we’re now.
I’m of course talking about The Land of Thousand Lakes, and Ten-Thousand Mosquitoes per Lake, Finland. Finland, you cold inhospitable bastard. Or maybe I should say “kylmä ja karu paskiainen”?
I’m of course talking about The Land of Thousand Lakes, and Ten-Thousand Mosquitoes per Lake, Finland. Finland, you cold inhospitable bastard. Or maybe I should say “kylmä ja karu paskiainen”?
Friday, 9 July 2010
Zero Clues & Cheesy Memes
Zero Clues, a.k.a. I don't know what to blog about.
But a dear friend of mine, who's name I will not disclose for no apparent reason, asked me to write more personally. He also said I should write less about philosophy and shit (metaphorical shit, mind you). So here goes I suppose, I'm not actually quite sure what he meant but that's okay. I'm sure he'll complain about this one anyway.
Vacation-time! Starting Monday officially, but as of tomorrow I will be enjoying some well earned vacation-time. I say well earned like I've been extra special or something. In reality I use the term "well earned" loosely, meaning "this is my first real, real job so this is my first vacation having worked before it". Vacation ramblings, check.
Also someone, buy me this 'effin mug!!! (clicky clicky yes, worthy of three exclamation mark)
FYI, I'm still waiting for my HTC Desire. It's been over 4 weeks now, it should have taken 3-4 weeks. But alas, they don't have any of the phones and people who ordered before are still waiting as well. Though it pisses me off rightfully so that because of their fuck-up I have to wait longer. My order got shifted a week longer because apparently some people can not have a database system that understands Swedish. They compensated me a little for it, but still. Whining about a lack of phone, check.

Right now, this movie is playing on my tv. Don't worry, I'm not watching it, not that I probably couldn't... wait, what?.. Scratch that, I've tried watching these kinds of movies before. I even tried watching Tipping the Velvet once... oh my god.. the.. worst.. 25 minutes.. of my life. That's how much I could stand. It's 177 minutes long. I just don't find them interesting or interesting.. or, well.. you get it.
Now I feel like going for a smoke. So.. Fuck off...
But a dear friend of mine, who's name I will not disclose for no apparent reason, asked me to write more personally. He also said I should write less about philosophy and shit (metaphorical shit, mind you). So here goes I suppose, I'm not actually quite sure what he meant but that's okay. I'm sure he'll complain about this one anyway.
Vacation-time! Starting Monday officially, but as of tomorrow I will be enjoying some well earned vacation-time. I say well earned like I've been extra special or something. In reality I use the term "well earned" loosely, meaning "this is my first real, real job so this is my first vacation having worked before it". Vacation ramblings, check.
Also someone, buy me this 'effin mug!!! (clicky clicky yes, worthy of three exclamation mark)
FYI, I'm still waiting for my HTC Desire. It's been over 4 weeks now, it should have taken 3-4 weeks. But alas, they don't have any of the phones and people who ordered before are still waiting as well. Though it pisses me off rightfully so that because of their fuck-up I have to wait longer. My order got shifted a week longer because apparently some people can not have a database system that understands Swedish. They compensated me a little for it, but still. Whining about a lack of phone, check.

I'm secretly preparing for a pick-nick tomorrow. Well, secretly and secretly is kind of a lie. I already told my wife-to-be that she shouldn't make any plans and that we're going on a pick-nick. But why Carlos did you tell her, I hear you ask?! (in my mind.. I hear things in my mind) But nah, I told her because she rarely actually likes surprises unless they're really awesome (which mine usually are) and if she has no idea that they're happening. But that's okay, she also has the memory of goldfish, so it will still be "kind of" a surprise. I hope she'll like my dessert [insert penis-joke here]. No, actually I'm making strawberries with mango glazed in dark chocolate and vanilla dip. So yeah, I hope she wants to dip it in my vanilla sauce... see? that wasn't so difficult. Penis-joke and sharing future event, check!
Right now, this movie is playing on my tv. Don't worry, I'm not watching it, not that I probably couldn't... wait, what?.. Scratch that, I've tried watching these kinds of movies before. I even tried watching Tipping the Velvet once... oh my god.. the.. worst.. 25 minutes.. of my life. That's how much I could stand. It's 177 minutes long. I just don't find them interesting or interesting.. or, well.. you get it.
Now I feel like going for a smoke. So.. Fuck off...
Saturday, 13 March 2010
I changed my mind..
I changed my mind. After listening to the songs I recorded, several times I might add. I changed my mind and decided to "fuck it".. Well not literally. I'm not going to upload any of the choices I gave you earlier, dear readers. (Again, both of you). Without going into too many details, I'll just summarize the sucky-ness they possessed.
- They sucked Japanese penis.
So instead I'm going to upload one of my own songs, but not just yet. I have to write it first. So unfortunately you'll have to stay tuned until then. For some reason I've become more "a fan" of playing my own music compared to making covers of other people's music. I guess that's the progression of developing as a musician or some shit.
In the spirit of the Japanese sucky-ness I thought about linking to the reference for that comment, then you would understand. But I can't bare myself to wade through Japanese game shows just to find that specific one. You'll just have to trust, it's weird and gross and if you actually saw, you can not unsee it. So really, I'm doing you a favor.
And I promise (cross my balls and hope to score) to upload a song as soon as I've written it. You'll just have to make do with my ramblings until then.
BTW. I have a publisher (who's name I will not disclose) who is a little more interested (than others have been) in my board game. They want me to send them the prototype. Hurray for me! Just need to make a presentational package to send to them. Nothings certain yet of course, but one (I) can always hope for something awesome!
Managed to roll out a small update to my website last week, now there's a cover image of the latest game I've played. I'm pleased with the result even though it feel a bit hacky. It's not that bad, it just has a flaw that I am aware of, but choose to ignore. We'll see how long it takes for it to bite me in the ass.
Roughly translated (badly, from two languages and for the purpose of fun) means; Chicken-Gable Poo.
And as a hidden bonus, I dare you to google search Kanagavel Kakka. No, seriously.. google it. And then come back here once you realize what it actually is the name of... Don't worry, I'll wait.
...Oh you're back (or never left). Well either way I'm done, so bye.
- They sucked Japanese penis.
So instead I'm going to upload one of my own songs, but not just yet. I have to write it first. So unfortunately you'll have to stay tuned until then. For some reason I've become more "a fan" of playing my own music compared to making covers of other people's music. I guess that's the progression of developing as a musician or some shit.
In the spirit of the Japanese sucky-ness I thought about linking to the reference for that comment, then you would understand. But I can't bare myself to wade through Japanese game shows just to find that specific one. You'll just have to trust, it's weird and gross and if you actually saw, you can not unsee it. So really, I'm doing you a favor.
And I promise (cross my balls and hope to score) to upload a song as soon as I've written it. You'll just have to make do with my ramblings until then.
BTW. I have a publisher (who's name I will not disclose) who is a little more interested (than others have been) in my board game. They want me to send them the prototype. Hurray for me! Just need to make a presentational package to send to them. Nothings certain yet of course, but one (I) can always hope for something awesome!
Managed to roll out a small update to my website last week, now there's a cover image of the latest game I've played. I'm pleased with the result even though it feel a bit hacky. It's not that bad, it just has a flaw that I am aware of, but choose to ignore. We'll see how long it takes for it to bite me in the ass.
Today's rambling were presented to you by:
Kanagavel Kakka
Kanagavel Kakka
Roughly translated (badly, from two languages and for the purpose of fun) means; Chicken-Gable Poo.
And as a hidden bonus, I dare you to google search Kanagavel Kakka. No, seriously.. google it. And then come back here once you realize what it actually is the name of... Don't worry, I'll wait.
...Oh you're back (or never left). Well either way I'm done, so bye.
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