Benrik diaries - File of complaint

This weeks task reaches a 9 on a scale of 10 in stupidity. (A 10 would be that dogging Jehovah’s-thing.)

I’m against both dieting and aversion, and who ever invented either… I hoped he/she died of acute under-nourishment or lies forgotten and overweight in a warm mid-west attic, gasping for air or at least anything with chocolate. : )



Other - Phone conversation of the day:
A man calls asking for his daughter named something Nordin (common name).
- No you've reached XX XXX (me) and I work at XXX (place for extensive explanation).
The man turns quiet and confused, continues: "But I got this number when I called her other phone."
- Oh, I'm sorry but you must have the wrong number, unless I'm your daughter and that's not very likely is it?
He grumbles. - No
- Ok then.

Sometimes I just have to love it when people dial the wrong number.
Which reminds me. A couple of weeks ago I made on of those phone calls myself and the guy answered “Sylvester Stallone!” as if he was expecting a phone call from someone he knew very well.
“I wanted to speak to Anna but it seams I dialled the wrong number.” Quetly I laughed at this point.
“Yes, I think so” he said, not sounding quite as perky as he did when he first answered...

I still remember which number I dialled wrong.
Want Sylvester Stallones number… anyone?

Benrik diaries - Hostage-situation

A couple of nights ago, just before going to sleep I reached a level of enormous insight and I actually remebered what it was the day afterwards, without having to write it down.
For 5 ballubas I'll tell you what it was.

Holding great thoughts hostage am I?
And she couldn't possibly have looked more innocent.


Other than that I've kidnapped myself and gone to London - visiting my boy.

London files:

1. Went to Ed's and waited for Vince Vega to come 'round. They played that "Venus"-song that I don't like. ( = not the Bananarama one).
How did they ever manage to come up with such a stupid name for a band as Bananarama?
It's almost an effort.
Vince Vega never showed, the son of a...

Terminator, kidnapping and prostitution

Tasking:
I tried to find some statistics on kidnappings in Sweden.
Apparently there’s only been like twelve of them, ever. It’s regarded as being a fairly stupid crime to commit.
My momma didn’t raise no fool.

I had dinner with friends.
Feels like summer and they’re showing T3 on the telly now. Haven’t seen it since it first came out.
My belly hurts.

At dinner we had an interesting conversation about how you gender-specify things who’s not male or female. Like I would say that a regular banana is female, while an apple is male. The alphabetical letter A is male, B is female.
This makes absolutely no sense at all, but still…
And we wondered about how that part of the brain works? What does it base this classification on? (We also concluded that there’s gender-less stuff.)

T3 is a very masculine movie, isn’t it?
Powerful men with big guns and the governor of California.
Which reminds me... I watched a documentary (and other things) about John Holmes.
His brother had this to say about him:
Basically all John was were a prostitute with a nasty drug-habit and a big dick.
Cutting it short.

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.

QX diaries - Relationships

I could tell you amazing storys about relationships that should have been.

But then we'd be here all night.

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.

Benrik diaries - Oil

So I meditated about a free Tibet today.
“Ouuhhmmm oil, give them oil, ouuhhmmm”

I figure the Buddhist monks need oil to get the rest of the world involved.
Oil and cars that go pretty fast.
That would give them a new sense of freedom.

Do you think that the monks themselves wish for oil. Or are they just meditating on how the rest of the world will reach enlightment one of these days.
And witch will happened first?


I guess that’s were we come in… the small but will-full Benrikan/Buddhist-army:
I realise I need to get myself some kind of weapon.