This is my avatar. I use it at Zoomer-zone. Or rather, I don't anymore. Nowadays I use an image of a plastic pig. A totally different tack; It's really, really difficult to hold one single thought, let alone getting around to publishing it when having a 12-year hold hanging over one's shoulder. Privacy? Silly really, as that thought will become public domain in a matter of seconds once I click that icon...

Long weekend

Tell you what. Went and bought a Yamaha Neo's scooter at the beginning of the month, and now I have an eternal stomach ache. Will I be able to pay the mortgages? How do I keep it from being stolen? Is the chain I bought (Able to withstand 10 metric tons of pull) enough? Will the lock that came with it withstand attempted theft? (Probably. It's strong enough to hold a 747 in place). What if I lose my job, how will I pay for it then? What if I crash? What if... I make Woody Allen seem downright cheery!

It is fun riding it, though. I zip around town merry as a Santa on ___. Half of the time feeling like a teenager, and the other half feeling slightly like a middleaged dork feeling like a teenager. I use it for work. That being the excuse for getting it in the first place. So, nowadays everyday is a bad hair day!

Friday fantastic?

Friday is coming up fast and will be here tomorrow. I'll be spending most part of my day sitting in different meetings. I will try to be on my best behaviour and not appear bored.

My father is attending a funeral in a nearby town and will come to stay with us afterwards, before catching the train back to Stockholm on Saturday. I'll be picking him up at the station at a quarter past eight, and I'll probably have some supper prepared so that we can eat toghether.

Later on when everyone's gone to bed for the night, I'll be off to a party at my old faculty. I plan to take the car and thus remain sober. I guess this should make the evening slightly boring for me, what with everyone else tanked up, so that I'll want to gome home early-ish! Clever, eh? Just as well, as having my father for a visit takes it's toll. Not that he's a pain, it's just that he reminds me of one of those trolleys in a supermarket that has a wonky wheel...