THE END

- I am considering quitting this blog because I now use micro-blogging on Twitter and FaceBook several times a day. It feels really redundant to continue this here where I have maybe a dozen readers. On Twitter I already, after half a week, have over 150 people following me.

No matter what I will wait with my decision for a couple of days to see what I feel. I will not write during this time, however.

You'll find me on Twitter under the user-name: "Jimi Elion" or "jimielion". Same goes for FaceBook.

For now, So Long, you humble facefucker, Jimi Elion.

THE SHOE-THROWER SENTENCE

- Some guy in Iraq throws his shoes at former president George W. Bush at some random press conference and is sentenced to 3 years in prison this day. Wow... that is fucked up!

If someone throws a shoe at me I bet most courts would just laugh at it; "Don't be silly, bringing that shit to court, guy."

Let's then talk about human value a little bit. Do we live in a world where my life is worth as much as everyone else? HELL NO! And that's should be all I have to say about that...

We dream that it is so; that everyone share this world just the same (I have been told so numerous times by adults, as I was a child), but that is not it; that is not so. Some is just worth more, and I am not talking about value in money (even though there are obvious differences here too), but in living, breathing status.

I am so damned tired of this crap.

If I walk out in the street and get hit by a bus and die, maybe I will get a tiny note printed about me in the local paper. George W. Bush get hit by a bus and die and... yeah, you get my drift. Don't worry, I get it; he was the leader of the "free" world. But then again, he was kind of a fuck-up wasn't he? My point is: He did never deserve the status he had. I am better, kinder, more intelligent person than that ass-hat ever was or will be (and so is most people in this world), but I still almost live in the fucking gutter, flipping every coin, every month to make it and I have about the same status as a sewer-rat.

So go ahead; throw a shoe or two at me, because it does not mean shit.

THE MULTI-TASKER

- Today I got a little loco with multi-tasking. I will tell you the things I did at the same time, and don't be afraid if you start to feel a little light-headed... I know I did.

I was, all at the same time: Twittering (reading and writing and searching for new people to follow) + Working on my FaceBook account + Playing Counter-Strike: Source (and used it's built-in chat; when I died I did all of the other things, waiting for the next round) + Watching/Listening to The Young Turks (and using it's chat room) + MSN + Gmail + updating my personal MP3 archive + safety-copying my MP3 archive + transferring my MP3 archive to my 3rd CPU + installing a couple of softwares on my 3rd computer + cleaning old filed from my 3rd computer + making a few song-videos (not music videos) to publish on YouTube + publishing these new song-videos on YouTube...

I probably forgot something...

Anyway. I was jumping back and forth between windows, screens, keyboards, mouses, sounds, texts, links and tabs and the funny thing is I kept having complete control over this potentially confusing situation. Turns out, I am a pretty decent at multi-tasking.

THE CS ANGER

- I am never as angry as when I play Counter-Strike. Usually I am never angry or cranky, but when I play Counter-Strike I awaken the beast.

The thing about that game is that people have so much fucking luck all the time, and then you have all the other thousands of variables that work against you:

Hit-boxes that moves all over; public fuck-ups that don't know how to play; those lame ass sniper-spammers (AWP or AWM-spammers) who cannot shot anything unless they stand far away with a scope (pussies); badly constructed custom maps; glitches; cheaters; team-killers; team-flashers; team-damagers; blockers; whiners; coasters; frag-stealers; ghosters; noobs; ultra-noobs; dweebs; win-team-joiners; lamers; campers; chat-spammers; voice-chat-spammers; failers... the list goes on.

THE BASEBALL

- I am sitting here, watching a game of WBC between USA and Venezuela and... and, I have to say that I don't really understand baseball that much.

Yeah, yeah, yeah; I get the rules and what they are doing on the field, but the game is really inanimate - meaning there is a lot of just players standing still and waiting and watching if that guy with the bat (not the flying, bloodsucking bat now, but the one made of wood) will ever hit that damned ball.

The hardest working guy must be the pitcher. It seems to me that most hits from the batter will make the ball go out of bounds, being so lose the opposite team can catch the ball and tag the player out before first base or they don't hit it at all.

But... I'm gonna keep watching until I fucking like this sport, and until I fucking get the charm of it, and until I can understand what the hell the big deal is.

All I can say, so far is that the sport did not catch my fancy the same way American Football did, because once I saw a game of that, I was hooked.

THE THROAT SNOT

- And I keep being sick all the time, this winter... Damned it! My cold is not all that bad, really, but now the dry cough is morphing into slimy outbursts; I have, what I like to call it: Throat snot!

Yellow phlegm comes out of my throat when I cough and if things keep going the way I think they will, soon enough I will be having minor bronchitis this year, again. I had it last year and it was awful.

When the throat snot turns dark (like brown) and comes up in thick lumps instead of the current small ones, then I will know what my next three-four weeks will like because that is a condition that just don't disappear over night, exactly.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

THE TWITTER

- I have just started a Twitter account. If you're not familiar with Twitter it is this free service in which you post short (like two lines of text) message about what you're doing at the moment. You can follow others (thousands and thousands if you want) and other will follow you. Its pretty fun!

Check it out here:

http://twitter.com

Also add me if you start an account:

http://twitter.com/jimielion

THE COUGH

- Its driving me nuts, but here I am, again, sick. Well, I'm not super-sick, but it is this constant cold that now has turned into a dry cough. It seems I should always be dressed in big fat boots, a dress made of bear skin and some kind of Russian hat to keep the sniffles, the soar throat and the cough away during wintertime.

When I was a kid I almost never got a cold, or it took a lot to get it, at least. Now I just have to walk barefoot in my apartment for ten minutes or so and I can expect to get it.

All you have to do is to is wait for spring to arrive, and the problems will be over with. And then it starts all over again in November.

THE THING ABOUT ADMIRATION

- I am in no way hungering for being admired... or? Wait a minute; that is what I always say, like a mantra; like something I truly believe in. And I think about that, and the truth is that I really believe in that fact, as a theory, but that is only so because I have never really had anyone admire me outside of my circle of friends, family and closer acquaintances... not until now.

I have posted some of my music on YouTube, like I've mentioned before, and I just wanted to like put it out there, and if someone happen to stumble across it, and like it, that would be fine, but I was sort of thinking that it does not matter. But that is not true, as it turns out.

Some people have responded to my music, and it has been really cool. Some have just e-mailed me, and some have just commented on the music on YouTube. And, fuck it: I like it! Turns out I might be just the same as everyone else: A simple attention whore, and who knows; maybe I will sell out completely...

Anyway... listen to some of my music if you want to here:

http://www.youtube.com/jimielion

THE BEST HOCKEY PLAYER IN THE WORLD

- Nicklas Lidström of Detroit Red Wings! Yeah, I said it, and i didn't say Alex Ovechkin, like most would have. Ovechkin is incredible; amazing. Everytime Oveckin is on the ice something happens. He is fast, physical, creative and on top of all that he has the guts to do those extra special moves that no one else does unless they get really, really lucky.

But Lidström is better, still. Why? Because he is calm and controlled; he plays hockey in a classic manner and he does something that Ovechkin does not always do: He leads his team by this conduct, and that is why Lidström is the team captain of the Red Wings and Ovechking is not for the Capitals.

Don't read me wrong; like I said: Oveckin is still very close, at number 2, with his fantastic ability on the ice, and with time he might become that leader type like Lidström is, and then Lidström will no longer be number 1 in the world. Who is number three though? Hmm... that, however, is hard to say.

THE FEMALE NECK

- I have mentioned it before and I will mention it again: I love the female neck. Now, I don't just like all female necks; no, it has to be just right, you know, it has to have those right properties; smooth, thin, decisive (if you know what I mean?). It is like with those guys who likes breasts or legs or asses. I am into necks. Sure I like a good ass or a handful of boob on a woman too, but it just does not say the same thing as a neck. It is hard to explain, really.

It is not that a lovely neck makes me horny, like asses does with ass-guys (heh?), but it makes me very... ehum... soft, like I melt a little inside. So what is it about the neck?

Here is the thing: I haven't quite figured it out myself. I think it has to do with posture or something like that. Often I look a girl's/woman's neck and when it is nice I think to myself: "Now, this girl knows what she wants; she has passion". It is a pretty strange thing to conceive of, off the sight of a neck. I know this. You know this. But it is they way it is.

Am I totally nuts or what...?

THE NICE SMILING LADY

- At the checkout in one of the local supermarkets there sits a lady, and she always smiles. She is like the most super-nice person I have ever met. Not once have I been greeted, even in a normal fashion, but she always twerps like a little bird, every single time, regardless of weather, regardless of anything or what not not. Nothing seems to get to her.

Maybe it is all just a mask she puts on to do her job really well, but if so; she does it INSANELY well.

I suspect that if someone ever kidnapped her, for what ever reason, she would still be nice to the kidnappers. I mean: It is extreme! Anyway, I find it refreshing that there are these kinds of people out there too, and not just all these bitter, cranky folks that you usually meet.

THE MUTTERING MAN

- There is this man, like upper middle age - say, around 45 or so - that walks the streets of my home town and mutters things to pedestrians, people in cars or like me, people on bikes.

Only once have I heard what he actually said, and it was about me not having a light on my bike. I really wish that this man would get hit by a truck, because he annoys me something fiercely. Sometimes when I hear him mutter at me, passing him on the bike, I just want to stop and say to him: "Shut the fuck up, you ugly turd excuse of a man; mind your own damned business, why don't ya!?", but of course, I don't. I don't wanna make a scene.

What he thinks he is, is a civilian traffic overseer or something like that, walking the sidewalks, or the bike-paths and muttering out commands. I guess its like, ride your bike on the designated bike path, not on the walking path next to it; have a light on your bike; don't drive too fast; don't drive too slow; don't walk on the bike-path; don't cross the street where there is no crossing, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc... etc.

Can someone please just run him over, already!?

Here is what I really think: This man is nuts! He has all these thoughts, about how traffic should be handled in this town (many people have these thoughts; but they are just thoughts), but the problem is he doesn't just think it; he speaks it out loud, as a reaction, and not only that, but he is unaware of it.

The guy looks like a monkey when he walks and he always wears a simple baseball cap... oh, yeah, he has a big gut too, like as if he drinks plenty of beer, so now you know who to look for if you happen to find yourself in my hometown... and please, if you have the chance to kill him: DO IT!

THE OLD LADY SMELL

- As I was rumbling through the supermarket earlier today (or yesterday if you have to be technical), I breezed by a group of people, on of which was an old lady. Not super-old, but above 55 at least. And I caught a whiff of that old lady smell, you know that dry smell that you also get from really cheap laundry detergent.

What is that smell that old ladies use? Do you get some special kind of perfume from the government after a certain age? What is it? It drives me insane not to know why old ladies cannot use regular perfumes... or why they cannot just skip that part of putting chemicals on themselves all together, for that matter.

Ever since I was a kid, and I first experienced this scent on my grandmother, I have had the distinct vision that old people are rotting away and that they put this special, white powder on their skin to conceal the smell of death; a kind of pre-death mummification process, not to scare children off...

Curiously enough, I don't disagree with my childhood wisdom, but store this smell in the back of my head as a warning:

Watch out, because here goes an old person. He or she might be slow and in your path, blocking you; he or she might suddenly die for no apparent reason, once again, blocking you; he or she might initiate a completely, absurdly boring conversation about something totally irrelevant to you, still blocking you. Old people has the tendency to block you!

Yeah. Old people is creepy sometimes. They have ideas and values from a time that no longer exists and for the most part they think young people are complete morons. They don't know anything about things now. They envy us; out youth, and therefore they loathe us. I will be the same way, one day, I guess, although, I really don't have any particular foresight that indicates that I would ever survive my state of depression long enough to be old and bitter like that.

This reminds me: I should really go an see my grandmother some day. It has been, literally years since I visited her... and we live in the same small town.