Tires, or tyres, are things that are used by things like cars. But tires was not what I was going to write about. I was going to write about tiredness, only I'm a bit tired and don't know much what I do.

I don't know what to actually say about tiredness, as I'm too tired to think of anything.

- I'm not fat. I'm Santa.
- In February?
- Yes.
- Without a Santa costume?
- Yes.
- Without a beard.
- Yes.
- On my sofa!
- Yes.
- Gah. I didn't invite you. Get out!
- No.
- How did you get in anyway?
- Through the chimney.

Think about this: What if everyone in the world was named Purple? And we would have like Purple 1, Purple 2, Purple Quite A Lot, Purple 6.1 billions and so on. Now, to not complicate matters, we could recycle names, so when Purple 1 have left this neat (I wish it was neat, anyway) planet, it could be used again. Like memory on the heap. Now, let's say that we won't support more then like 10 billion people, we can store any name in just 34 bits!

A few days ago, I stated that January was going to end. And I was right. Indeed, I must be the Nostradamus of our time.

The prophecy of today is the following: In the month of many fishes, someone will eat ice cream.

How much spam can a spammer spam, if a spammer can't spam any spam?

For those of you who do no know it, it's the 29:th of January today. You know what that means? It means January will soon be over. And what does that mean? Well, it could mean a lot of things. It will probably start to become warmer (around here), the days are going to continue to become longer (also around here), a lot of things will draw closer and so on. I have no idea why I've written this.

Rowr awr rar rawr. Rar rowr rar! Rowl.

Book 1, verses I-VI

I
1. In the last days, many squirrels will spawn.
2. And they will spread all over the Earth;
3. mutating if necessary.

II
1. They will eat our crops,
2. munch our food
3. and embrace our sunshine.
4. Slowly crippling the Earth.

III
1. The Squirrels of Doom,
2. they will be called.
3. And nothing will stop them,
4. not even the Great Carrots.

IV
1. Thus the Earth will be doomed,
2. and our survival will require another world.

V
1. Tryxionia, a planet far away,
2. known to be perfect for us,
3. must be found and reached.

VI
1. Then we will be safe.
2. At least if we do not bring squirrels.

There's a hole in my brain only filled with void space.

Not literally, of course. And how do you fill something with nothing?

This is no haiku.
Really, I am telling you:
This is no haiku.

Think of a field of short grass, and in the center of it a small tortoise. It's standing there, looking up at the sky. What is it thinking? Is it pondering why the sun is so bright, or what the meaning of its life is? Or rather, is it thinking, "O my, what's that white round thing coming towards me so fast?"

Golf kills.

We're back. O yess, we are. Or rather, I'm back. But I won't write anything worthwhile right now.

As you've noticed, there aren't very many entries being written here at this time. This will probably continue for another week. I hope you will have a nice time until then. And afterwards, as well.

Happy new year etc etc

I guess it haven't been very happy so far, but maybe it will turn out to be that later on.

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas etc etc.

A great champion amongst them was Xynrikelbub, one of the biggest and most known demons. He had mighty horns on his head, and great flexed wings on his back. All trembled at his name, and all avoided his gaze. He won every game he participated in, every duel or challenge he accepted. And he accepted them all.

Thus one day, when someone made a bet he couldn't get a Coke the real way (i.e. not by conjuring it), he accepted it as a challenge. And for the first time in almost 3000 years Xynrikelbub walked upon the surface of the earth. He was quite surprised by what had happened since his last visit; indeed, the earth surface did no longer seem so very, very dull. He made a mental note of going back there to have some fun later on when he had won the challenge.

After walking around for some time, he saw what he was looking for: A store. He made his way to it, and was about to enter it, when he heard someone say hello. It was a slightly gurgle like voice, as if the person speaking did not have enough teeth. Xynrikelbub turned towards the voice, and before him he saw a small human child, sitting in a pram.

'Hello, puny miniature human,' he said, slightly perplexed.
'Are you a stranger?' the child asked.
'No. I'm widely known.'
'Good. Because I can't talk to strangers.'
'Really,' Xynrikelbub said. He tried to think of something to say, and said: 'Have you ever considered selling your soul for some ice cream?'
'You're funny,' the child said.
'Really. Now, what about this soul thing?'
'I dunno. My mom say I can't have ice cream.' The child looked at Xynrikelbub, and asked: 'Are you an angel?'
'No! What makes you think that?' Xynrikelbub exclaimed, very shocked. He hoped no one was scrying him.
'You have wings.'
'Birds have wings, and they're not angels.'
'They could be. And you're tall.'
'So are trees.'
'But they don't move. And you've horns.'
'Angels don't have horns.'
'Do.'
'Don't.'
'Do.'
'Don't!'
'I think they could have if they wanted to. And it looks cool. So they should have that. And big flaming swords, that can cut stone and everything. They should have that, too.'
'I have a flaming sword at home.'
'So you are an angel?'
'No. I'm a demon.'
'What's that?'
'It's the opposite of an angel.'
'Does that mean that you can't fly?'
'No.'
'But angels can, so the opposite can't. That's obvious.'
'You're pretty clever for being a puny miniature human.'
'My dad said that, too. Then he was angry with mom because he said that proved she cheated on him. But I didn't understand why, because they never play any games.'
'Really.'
'I think you're an angel, anyway.'
'Hey, angels are white, right? And I'm red. So I can't be an angel.'
'That's racism. My mom say racism's bad and makes the world a worse place. She says you can be an angel in any color.'
'I can't be having with this. Read my flaming lips: I'm not an angel!'
'You sure?'
'Yes!'
'Then why are you going around looking like an angel? It's not Halloween.'
Xynrikelbub was annoyed. 'Is there any way I can convince you I'm not an angel?' he asked.
The child thought for a while, and then said: 'Do you have any candy?'
Xynrikelbub stared at the small human. 'I'll go and get some,' he said, and entered the store. After a short while he came out again, and gave a bag of candy to the child.
'Do you now agree I'm not an angel?' he asked.
'Yes. Thank you.'
'Good. Good bye.'
'Bye.'

And Xynrikelbub left the surface of the earth, and soon after he arrived at his home.
'Did you get that Coke?' someone asked him, when he arrived.
'Heaven. I forgot,' Xynrikelbub said.
And thus he had lost a challenge.

I'm sorry if you happened to notice that my RSS feed acted a bit weird just now. This was an error that has now been corrected. I'm also sorry about this crappy post. And I'm sorry about saying that I'm sorry a lot of times. Sorry about that.

Three exams down, none to go. Yay!

"Learning Swedish - Part II", that was supposed to appear here some time ago, have been put on hold because of technical difficulties. These difficulties involve a really crappy microphone.

To recompense this, here's a few handy Swedish words and their translations:

radar - radar
radaranläggning - radar unit
radarantenn - radar aerial
radarfyr - radar beacon
radarkontroll - radar control
radarnavigering - radar navigation
radarreflektor - radar reflector
radarsignalist - radar operator
radarskärm - radarscope
radarstation - radar station
radarsändare - radar transmitter
radarutrustning - radar equipment
radarvarnare - interception receiver

I've added support for pages. The slog is divided so that there's 20 entries per page. Navigating between pages shouldn't be very difficult; you'll figure it out.

If you find any problems with this, then please tell me.

I've also added a link under the short cuts to the RSS2.0 feed.

As a side note: One exam down, two to go. But it's not as if anyone cares.