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I lie, half awake, in my bed, at four thirty in the morning. I'm in twilight between sleep and wake, and everything seems unreal.

I hear the wind outside, it sounds like a thousand waterfalls; I see some light through the blind, it looks likes a hundred fires; I smell the morning air, it smells like ten acres of forest in early summer.

Suddenly, there's a noise: a small scratching noise, almost as quiet as if it never was, but in my mind as loud as thunder. Shortly thereafter the darkness around me seems heavy, seeping, almost like barely liquid oil, slowly engulfing the room.

I stare panicky at the ceiling, its white texture, normally of some grey shade, now almost black and fluctuating in a weird way.

Something moves in the corner of my eye -- I look at it, but it's gone. Then suddenly again, in another place, but when I look, once more I see nothing. And again, I notice something moving, crawling in the ceiling, towards me, but when I look directly at it, it's not there.

My eyes, darting all over the ceiling, noticing but never seeing, almost as by coincidence ends in a spot where I see: A large rat, big as a cat, in the ceiling, moving towards me -- then, movement again, and my eyes move, and I see a second rat. And again: a third one. And then a fourth. All slowly approaching the corner of the ceiling that's right above my head.

As they close in, I want to pull the bed quilt over my face, or get up and run out of the room, but I'm petrified with terror and can't as much as to scream. I can only watch, and wait, and possibly, if I'm lucky, die of fright.

They're right above me now, all four, and as one they turn and drop, claws first. I see it as if slow-motion: their fall seems to take forever, they don't seem to come closer. But the smell, the reek of them increase steadily all the time, until their stench is the only smell I think I ever smelled. And then, they scream: a high-pitched scream, hurting my ears, making me want to cover my ears and violently shake my head. But I can't. And now the slow-motion ends, and they fall fast. With claws aimed at my head, they hiii--

The past few days I've been busy alternating between playing games and cleaning. Thus not much written here. This may change.

In other news, I'm back in Göteborg now. So it's now time for the spring cleaning.

Click here to see this nice photo shot of a cookie. Isn't it cute?

Yes, I'm trying to brainwash you. Here's another screenshot.

Today I've been coding fireworks. Here's a screenshot. It looks much better in action though.

That's right. I've eaten pie today. Mmmm...

Arr, I've taken a picture of one of the Squirrels of Doom I have previously mentioned. Click here to see it.

So you better watch out.

Lots of sun, lots of sea, lots of other stuff, and lots of allergy. Lovely.

I'll be gone on holiday for a week now (yes, even more than I already am). This will of course not mean I won't have access to the internet, I'll probably just won't use it much. Maybe I'll abuse it a little. Mwhahahahhahahahahahah!

But seriously, no. There's so much other people abusing it, so I never felt it necessary to abuse it myself. Heh.

La la lalala la la lalala.

Don't mind me, I'm just wasting your time.

I think my pizza just died.
It was a bit cold, so I put it in the microwave oven for a while, and it was a wee bit too long.
Now it looks like a smashed baby turtle.
O, fat of dead pizza, bring me strength again.
So that I can crush baby turtles.

Cookies. Candy. Sugar.

It is a wonderful world.

Pain. Destruction. Sadness.

It's a wonderful world, is it not?

I've created new releases of two of my old 48h games, Save The Hut and The Destruction of the Sheep. Nothing much changed, but it's windows binaries and there's installers (if you like such things, otherwise there's .zips too).

I'm planning to set up a page with all my 48h games and handy downloads for them in the (hopefully) near future.

Save The Hut: installer | .zip archive
The Destruction of the Sheep: installer | .zip archive

rain rain, rain rain,
lots of rain, lovely rain,

rain rain, rain rain,
i see rain, you see rain?

rain rain, rain rain,
who got rain? you got rain?

rain rain, rain rain,
i got rain, all want rain,

rain rain, rain rain,
stupid song, stupid song,

rain rain, rain rain,
who want rain? you want rain?

rain rain, rain rain,
i want rain, they want rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
i got rain, all have rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
lovely rain, lots of rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
bow to rain, worship rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
obey rain, follow rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
let it lead, lovely rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
see the earth, see it rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
watery rain, flooding earth.

rain rain, rain rain,
all got rain, everywhere.

rain rain, rain rain,
can you breath? i can't breath.

rain rain, rain rain,
lots of rain, lovely rain.

rain rain, rain rain,
lovely rain, lots of rain,

rain rain, rain rain,
humans dead, lots of rain,

rain rain, rain rain,
lots if rain, lovely rain.

Time. It's a weird thing. As a human, I don't find it consistent. If everyone wasn't talking about it, I would doubt its existence. Perhaps I am anyway, but time is not an easy thing to disregard, whether it really exists or not, given that so much in the human society are ruled by it.

Also, I've eaten a lot of cake lately. I will be eating some more later today. That, at least, I do not doubt.

Yarr, I have been writing a nice pixel shader. You can look at this screenshot of it. Mighty fine orange colour, no?

I'm going to patent it, so no stealing this neat idea, ok?

I kill baby turtles.
It's my secret obsession.
It gives me pleasure.
Hearing their shells smash.

They called me mad.
They took away my turtles.
But I've got something they don't have.
I've got a voice in my head.