A new way to code your secret messages

I've started reading the amazing code book once again and yesterday I came up with my own secret code. Use translator engines online for the secrets you want to share.

Illustration with this key; Swedish to Frensh to English and back to Swedish again. That ought to do it.

Secret in Swedish: Fransmännen är rädda för att deras språk ska dö ut, men det är ingen ko på isen.

encoded to Frensh: Les Français ont peur que leur langue va mourir, mais il n'y a pas de vache sur la glace.

encoded to English: The French are afraid that their language will die, but there was no cow on ice.

encoded back to Swedish: Den franska är rädda för att deras språk kommer att dö, men det fanns ingen ko på isen.

Conclusion: I am not going to get the Nobelprice for this one either!

Words from MySpace - How to win a fight!

Instuctions:

1. Learn how to speak Frensh.This way no one will get what you're trying to say which enhances your're chances to get into a fight in the first place.
2. Be blue, (like the aliens in that "I'm blue, la-da-di-da-da-daa"-song or any of the smurfs).
3. Become a wizard and learn how to perform various magical trix.
4. Win the fight.

Example:

Benrik diaries - Them Stones

I’m a Virgo and in a very un-virgo-like manner I asked my co-worker to describe a typical Virgo.
She answered that she didn’t know anything about astrology.
”Well I don’t care!” I said.
And that’s when she described a Virgo as being: Friendly and dreamy.
So I aim to be unfriendly and grounded as a stone.


On a different note... today I heard about some guy who ate hundreds of chips and graded each one of them according to taste, shape, colour... That’s like the light version of that French postman who gathered stones each day during his round only to build himself a castle.

And so… we’re back on them stones again.
Did you know that Mick Jagger motivated his nicking of Jerry Hall from Bryan Ferry with: ”Well, someone had to save her from becoming Jerry Ferry.”

I better get back to my laundry.

Benrik diaries - I am hey... thy say!

It’s the Kings birthday Sunday.
Turning 60 the old bugger.
Apparently we - the people of Sweden all decided on giving him a portrait of himself.
No matter how hard I’ve tried I can’t recall when we all agreed on this.
Must be I didn’t attend that meeting. If I had I would have argued that we would give him portraits of each one of us instead.


I finally bought new jeans and during a meeting a made a 12 step-program on things to do in the future. (Both work and other. Meetings always inspire me to do stuff.)
After making that list I painted a fairly nice owl and pondered if I had my contact lenses in or not since everything became hazy for a couple of seconds. I took sight on something distant and concluded that they were there alright. And then I got right back into it again.

I got a letter from I. She’s in France. She asked me to come join her. “I’ve got a king-size bed,” she said.
Never been to Paris.
Want to go visit my beautiful model-friend for some party and random strollin’?
Hmm.
And for the record… getting in touch with her actually was on my to-do-list.

Yester night I coloured my hair.
Turned out REALLY red.
I’m waiting for someone to put me out.