the 'balls to the walls'-lecture

Oh man, what fun.
Going from stuffy articles of McBoring (1920) to flying thru Culture Studies of Fun and Awesome (present) with my new (functional) group; I dont wanna leave. This is the best time Ive had in Uni in a looong time, and I feel everything coming back to me.
I took the lazy way out last course, and now Im too busy enjoying this to learn.
Hopefully, maybe, this might result in a good grade, but Im not going to focus on that, I need to enjoy this and remind myself I can combine my favorite things, and actually have an upper hand.

(Essplenation: We're studying anthropological approaches to different cultural forms; art, dance, music and also (my bebe) visual anthropology. All my upbringing was filled with this, I get this, I know this, and I think I could turn it scientific on yo asses. Mi amis)

On 'female' gaming

Christ. Can of worms.
On this (swedish, sorry), and other well-meant stupidity.
Lets just make this clear: There is no (typical) female gamer, like there is no (typical) male gamer.
There might be casual gamers and hard core gamers or whatever you kids like to call it these days.
Clear?

All Im asking, from the game creators and designers, is what I ask from the movie makers:
Do NOT exlude me. Please. Im educated, Im a consumer and a fan.

Capcom's character designs are sad and tired, dated and even though we're getting somewhere in the latest Resident Evil, its not nearly enough 2009. I mean, you made the ballsy choice of white man gunning down local zombies in Africa, but his colleague still had to have heels? This is not overreacting; Im not going on about the T & A (cause Ive accepted the catering to someone who's not me, a heterosexual female). Its not about removing sex from videogames, at all.
Its about letting me have a choice. You have the machine power for it now, there's not a console or computer that cant handle a multi-linear story with a main character choice.
You've run out of excuses and from now on, you're just making cowardly decisions.

So, recap, there's no 'female' games for 'female' gamers. There's games that arent openly excluding female players, which might explain their popularity. (In this booming market that you are NOT tapping into. Idiots.)

Tales from the Videostore pt.2

Giving up the poison tends to make you a bit stingy. But even with veins full of tobacco, Im not sure how well Id be able to deal with human nature.
Its never your fault is it? Its always someone elses fault. Instead of saying 'sorry' for knocking down loads of chocolate on the floor, you blame the whole thing on the placement of the case. Yes, but it was still there before you put your entire arm on it, wasnt it?
On the same theme, is the expected bad service:
Before you pay any money for anything, just assume its all gone down hill since the glorious 80's.
"I didnt receive any confirmation of my booking"
"Huh, thats strange, I sent it to you bout an hour ago"
"Oh well, I didnt check"
There's a huge difference, dickwad.

/#nocigarettebreaksatworkhowdoppldothisomgImdying

99 tokyo on the wall, 99 tokyo

Aanoo, this whole quit smoking business is hard. Ive always admired people who were hard-core smokers like myself, and quit without any gum or the like. Now, I think that might just be stupid. Id be a wreck without a few daily doses of chewed, horrible-tasting nicotine everyday and would, most likely, cave in under the smallest pressure.

Things were ill planned, or ill destined (since the plan was rather good, but execution failed) and them white lil bastards became a luxery to me during the summer, just like good food and beer, the step to non-smokinghood seemed more involuntary than anything else.
But I am, contrary to popular belief, a bird of my word. If I say Im doing this, Im doing this. I guess people around me just has to bare with me for a while.

The geese are living. Ugly sounds. Cold's coming. Im gonna like not having to open the window all the time.
Added bonus: Cant sleep. At all. Am using this time to brush up on my japanese.
(Was gonna add pic, but blogger seems to be not working. Just like the good old times:)

Yes, we have no money

Im looking something like this, and am absolutely made of awesome;
I havent had a cigarette for more than twelve hours.
Granted, a small achievement (since Ive been insomnicacy non-sleeping most of that time) but an important part of a much bigger plan: No more ciggarettes. Like, for reals.

I might still have one or two at New Years or grander parties, but the everyday smoking stops now. There's GH (boyfuriendo) support, there's gum and there's a a goal: Tokyo.

While youre wishing me luck, you can also make yourself puricute!
Now if just everyone who's supposed to send me money would, this could be totally awesome.

On blogging

I think, thing is.. thing was. Is. I mean, have you read the blogs out there? Like, really read them?
It's like every commenter on youtube also has a blog, where they discuss other bloggers and (apperently) awful spelling/grammar. Often with horrible spelling/grammar.

I cant speak for anyone else, but re: swedish bloggers? Y'all bollocks, neo-nazis and anal. Were your teachers really that terrifying, that you feel the need to attack strangers left and right, implying that people who cant be bothered with spell-checks have lower IQ?
(The irony of complaining about people complaining in blogs in my blog is not lost on me).

I guess, having done this a couple of years, some of us feel intitled to some sort of respect or at least, a belittling smile here behind our screens. But we dont. Or, rather, I dont. I dont blog.
I cant tell this fukre apart from the rest of them (hint: there's less pics up). So, no, I dont have a header promising that this blog will entail "everything in my crazy life and head *teehee*" but part from that?

There's no way for me to run a study blog without the student. There's no way, for me, to go back to doing what we used to, my head doesnt work like that anymore. Maybe it would, if things were different, really no point in doing ifs.

As you can see, Im still horribly inconsistent with my 's. All is well.

ps. Appropå inlägget nedan så är det ju oftast så att jag vill dricka öl när jag träffar världens bästa vänner, inte att de pånåtsätt tvingar den på mig. Jag blir bara lessen när jag inte har råd att dricka öl med världens bästa vänner, och så gör jag ingenting istället. Det låter ju lite dumt, men så är det. ds.

Jag är så trött på att grina på min kammare över att jag inte har några pengar. Jag är så trött på att vänta på CSN så jag kan betala CSN innan den 31:a om de behagar att dyka upp innan dess, och jag är ännu tröttare på att försöka förklara detta för en snorvalp på telefon. Jag är så trött på att mer och mer förvandlas till Maggan, som är pank, bitter och ändå har råd att ta en öl, during which hon gnäller på att allt är förjävligt, för det är inte den jag är men den jag blir eftersom jag aldrig säger nej. Om man säger nej blir folk som inte heller har några pengar (fast sparkonto, några hundra fram till lön, eller föräldrar) besvikna och det kan jag inte med.
Jag känner inte igen mig själv och jag kan inte tänka mig, ens föreställa mig, en framtid då jag inte vänder på varenda krona, lånar och bjuds och har aldrig råd att bjuda tillbaks, eller blir provocerad av indredningsföretag/-programreklamfilmer. Det är så svårt att föreställa sig problem för dem som strosar in i videobutiken, slösar några hundra på förbrukningsprodukter som de njuter av i sina miosoffor och ernst-skärgårdsmys-kuddar. Jag vet att de har problem, bland kuddarna, men det är svårt att ha förståelse för problemens natur när jag inte vet hur jag ska äta. Det finns inget att äta, hörrni! Det finns ingen chans att betala csn, utan att få csn, och då blir det extra avgifter. Hörrni. Och den jävel som säger nåt om cigaretter kan inte ha läst särskilt noga, då det borde framgå att jag inte rökt på ett tag. Vilket inte alls hjälper.

Jag är jättetrött, vill gå och lägga mig. Klockan är 14:50.