The strangest thing happened today. I went to my site and looked at my old (closed) guestbook. And somebody had signed it. No one is supposed to be able to sign it now. It's closed. But this person, "W", had apparently signed it with some neat javascripflashshockwavewhatever programming trick. And that meant that whenever someone opened my old guestbook they'd get a couple of popup windows to some spanish sites... I have no idea what it was all about, I didn't care to investigate. I just thought it was a bit strange. Break into an old defunct guestbook and plant a pop up machine. I mean how many people will ever go and read in my old guestbook? What could you possibly gain... strange. Well, I exercised my impressive html skills and cleared out all posibilities of anyone ever signing that thing again. I'd have done that in the first place if I'd known it would become a target for spanish hackers or whatever. Some people.... go figure... Unless my old guestbook is more interesting than I assume? If you want to read my old guestbook go here... that also allows me to test some html I nicked from a celeb site. If it works then great, if it doesn't I'll go back and edit all this out and you'll never read what I'm typing right now. Oh, the excitement!

Speaking of excitement I know you're all waiting to hear how it went. My shopping. Well, I bought the damn hard drive. It's sitting right next to me on the table now. Taunting me. "Go on Lasse, unpack me, install me, I DARE you..."... it knows I'm scared. It knows I'm likely to destry my whole machine. GRarg. Tomorrow I'll give it a go and try and get it to work. I'm not afraid to say I'm afraid. But now I've paid a sackfull of hard-earned (HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAH) money on it so there's no turning back.

The trip went well. This time I took my bike to the busstop which made it easier. I still had to run for the bus though. I made the mistake of choosing to cross the road at the lights and the bus was of course two minutes early. So I ended up chasing the damn thing. On the plus side I only waited a minute or two before an assistant noticed me this time. I'm so weak, I have trouble even pointing out that I want an assistant to help. I prefer to just stand there looking lost, hoping someone will take pity on me. But I got someone to unlock the glass cupboard thingie. And of course it turns out that that isn't necessary. They don't give you the actual thing in the shop, they give you a note that you go outside and into another entrance of their building and exchange for your product. (Don't lecture me on how to build sentences). So I got that note thingie and went for the counter. And noticed the note thingie said 20 gigabyte. I asked for 30. So I went back and yelled at the assistant "YOU FUCKING IMBECIL THIS ISN'T WHAT I ASKED FOR GET YOUR FUCKING THINGS STRAIGHT NOW GIVE ME THE RIGHT GODDAMN ONE!!!!!".... . actually I kinda mumbled in the assistant's general direction that "this says 20gigs, it should've been 30". But wouldn't it have been great if I'd been real assertive (yeah, I can't remember if that's the word, but who cares) and really let him have it? I wish I had enough self esteem to make others feel bad about themselves. Boy, would I have some fun then. Yeah! All shop assistants would fear me. But anyhooo, I got the right one and went and paid for it. Put down 1000 kr on the counter. Stood there until I realized it cost 2000. Put down an extra 1000. Went around the side of the building to the storage place where they give out the crap. I got my crap. I mean my hard drive. I got that. It's in a nice german box, the box in the display window was english. Mhm. I hope that danish instruction is in there...

Rode the bus back. Went into Favorit. I'd parked my bike outside it. I just had to go in and pick up a couple of milkshakes. I'm weak, I know. Mmmmm. Banana. :-).

And that's how that went. I really hope I don't have to go to Bilka again soon. Not that it isn't a nice and friendly department store... I just don't wanna go there to exchange a faulty hard drive or beg and plead for my money bag because I accidentally bought a hard drive for a Mac.

I just remembered something I saw when I was on the bus to Bilka yesterday. I saw a mail carrier. A female mailman. I don't know what label is appropriate, but you get the idea. She was biking up a big hill out in the middle of nowhere. It was gray and cold. It was like countryside out there, farms and fields. And I wondered, do you appreciate your mailman? It seems so basic but just remember that they have to get up everyday and go on their routes all over the world to deliver the mail that you take for granted. Sure I get upset when the mail is late, and no I don't invite the mailman in for coffee and biscuits. But let's all sit down and think about what a nice system it actally is. And how dead it will be when emails take over everything. Don't you just love that? Let's all appreciate the mailmen and women for a moment.

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Ah. Wasn't that nice? Try and think about all the love and hard work that goes into that letter you're holding tomorrow. It didn't just magically appear in your box.

j00 >^0vv !+ ^^@>3z 53^53!!!!!!111

Hm. I'm not sure if I should take my statement from yesterday back... maybe rock chicks are the sexiest chicks. Ah what the hell, all chicks are the sexiest chicks. And I still mean that in a very respectful way. Hubba hubba hubba.

Sorry.

I dreamt about Katie Holmes last night. Ah. There was a river/lake... there were apples all over. Swimming was done. Eating of apples was done. It was nice.

Well, that's about it. I promise that tomorrow I will not be running after any busses. My feet are killing me. I will however sit down and read TIPS-bladet while stalling to avoid installing the hard drive. But that's a whooole 'nother story.

G'night, don't forget to appreciate the people that work for you happiness

np: dido - here with you

...I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me...