<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733</id><updated>2011-08-23T03:55:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Journal of NorthLion</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the JOURNAL (not blog!) of a Swedish actor/writer/roleplayer/weirdo that used to write about his school days and now I will write about... other.. stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-7985284183636993176</id><published>2011-07-19T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:14:35.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More testification</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Didn’t get any testing done last time, wasn’t my time I guess.. I have been looking into the new LG 3D phone however and Wham! that one is up for testing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smartsontestpilot.se/lg-optimus3d/bli-testpilot/"&gt;http://smartsontestpilot.se/lg-optimus3d/bli-testpilot/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some info about the phone is here:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fr7993rVZ80"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fr7993rVZ80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wasn’t all that interested in a phone with a 3d screen but when I heard about the 3D camera.. it does sound like fun! And if it is as fast as they claim I think I might be impressed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well… cross your fingers, I would really like to test this phone out!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-7985284183636993176?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/7985284183636993176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=7985284183636993176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/7985284183636993176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/7985284183636993176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-testification.html' title='More testification'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-5320414168316854216</id><published>2011-07-12T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:25:39.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status of my yard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gooseberry&lt;/strong&gt; bushes - plentiful, ripe. | &lt;strong&gt;Black currant&lt;/strong&gt; bushes - plentiful, ripe. | &lt;strong&gt;Red currant&lt;/strong&gt;bushes, plentiful, ripe. | &lt;strong&gt;Cherry&lt;/strong&gt; trees, VERY plentyful, almost ripe, taste good but are probably better in a few days. | &lt;strong&gt;Plum&lt;/strong&gt; tree - Just one tree but a plentiful one, unripe, several weeks away from being edible. | &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt; trees - 5 trees, plentiful, unripe, some weeks from ebing edible. |&lt;strong&gt;Rhubarb&lt;/strong&gt; - having a sabbatical year, lawnmower accident, will be back next summer. | &lt;strong&gt;Pears&lt;/strong&gt; - Just one tree, very scarse. For some reason it is a good year for every fruit and berry in my yard EXCEPT for pears. Oh well.. I don't really feel like complaining with all these other fruits and berries surrounding my house, not to mention I am surrounded by a forest full of &lt;strong&gt;blueberries&lt;/strong&gt; and wild&lt;strong&gt;strawberries&lt;/strong&gt; along with the odd &lt;strong&gt;raspberry&lt;/strong&gt; bush. I have never been to paradise but I can't imagine it being much different from this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS. I friggin LOVE gooseberries!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-5320414168316854216?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/5320414168316854216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=5320414168316854216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/5320414168316854216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/5320414168316854216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2011/07/status-of-my-yard.html' title='Status of my yard.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-3902367457731238876</id><published>2011-06-14T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:31:21.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmigosh, I am back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yupp. I have been doing Vlogs instead of online journals lately.. but hey.. I still have this place so… Why not use it.. Maybe I should display my vids here as well.. you know what, I think I will. Welcome back!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also, check this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smartsontestpilot.se/lgcinema3d/bli-testpilot/"&gt;http://smartsontestpilot.se/lgcinema3d/bli-testpilot/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have applied to test a new kind of 3D TV, if you’re Swedish you can apply to it as well.. this video explains a bit more:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G35aVC-w7c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G35aVC-w7c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aaanyway, this first entry in ages will be short.. I am going to rething what to do with this place. Toodeloo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-3902367457731238876?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/3902367457731238876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=3902367457731238876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/3902367457731238876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/3902367457731238876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2011/06/ohmigosh-i-am-back.html' title='Ohmigosh, I am back?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-7069228960921674755</id><published>2008-04-21T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:27.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/SAxxDOkrBkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t6ujYtwQSnI/s1600-h/kesshin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191648770716796482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/SAxxDOkrBkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t6ujYtwQSnI/s400/kesshin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey! Where have I been you ask? Well.. I have started up a project or two wish are.. sort of.. almost.. secret. I am keeping a regular production journal but unfortunetly only for team members.. sorry. I'll coem back to this journal now and again, like now, to show something off! And I have another one planned pretty soon, so don't despair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Rebecka, sort of a belated birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rebecka, my parents and Rebecka's friend Alicia came to visit, but I won't need to tell you about it.. I'll just show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngHqmyPw7dI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngHqmyPw7dI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'll have a high quality copy ready for y'all soonish and as I said, I have one more planned shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-7069228960921674755?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/7069228960921674755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=7069228960921674755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/7069228960921674755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/7069228960921674755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-where-have-i-been-you-ask-well.html' title='Peek-a-boo!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/SAxxDOkrBkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/t6ujYtwQSnI/s72-c/kesshin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-4154728963633739805</id><published>2008-02-06T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:27.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/R6pXeboN7dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/exuHH81KrLo/s1600-h/Peterdec07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164036103057829330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/R6pXeboN7dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/exuHH81KrLo/s200/Peterdec07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you think I was gone? Well.. &lt;strong&gt;I wasn't!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've graduated.. worked in some places.. done a few auditions and been in a short film.. At the moment I'm working at the school while sorting out some acting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will not write a long long message today as it is late and I am tired. However, I did join a&lt;strong&gt; gym&lt;/strong&gt; today and spent 3 hours working out, yay me! And the gym is right under where I work so I can pop in there a few hours after work &lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt;. I also now live in a big room in a flat near Camden that is also pretty neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I would like to congratualte &lt;strong&gt;Malin&lt;/strong&gt; on her cub (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;)! Now &lt;strong&gt;Ola&lt;/strong&gt; is finally an uncle. I would post a picture, but I don't have one yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other news, Sister Linda has opene dup an online diary herself! &lt;a href="http://lindilej.blogspot.com/"&gt;lookit!&lt;/a&gt; (Swedish only) I took that picture by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since it was such a short message after such a long time, I'll give you two bonus pictures you've probably already seen of the plays I acted in at school before graduation. I was &lt;strong&gt;Van Helsing&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Dracula..&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Thomas Putnam&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;strong&gt; the Crucible!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164038138872327650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/R6pZU7oN7eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0Rx-mUpb8C0/s400/vh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164038147462262258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/R6pZVboN7fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Jiu6phiZoao/s400/tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. I'll give you yet another bonus you've probably already seen. My film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dn8hyZce8Zg&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-4154728963633739805?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/4154728963633739805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=4154728963633739805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/4154728963633739805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/4154728963633739805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-of-me.html' title='More of me!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/R6pXeboN7dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/exuHH81KrLo/s72-c/Peterdec07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-7965134057259878007</id><published>2007-06-17T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:28.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RnUQ7LssaEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_7NlN-Bgz_s/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076982763868678210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RnUQ7LssaEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_7NlN-Bgz_s/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Throughout my time here I have had this lingering doubt in my head. Am I ready? Will I ever be ready? Can I acctually do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've had ups, I've had downs, good work, bad work but the last few weeks I've decided; Sod it! &lt;strong&gt;I AM ready!&lt;/strong&gt; I CAN do this! And guess what.. my work got better than ever it had been before. It seems that the thought "Am I ready?" is what prevented me from being ready. the last 4 weeks I have had more progress in the school than the previous 3 years, Amazing. We had the exam.. I got great feedback. We had the showcase.. I had even better feedback. We had the summarise of my education with the acting commitee... and the feedback was overwhealmingly positive. Then we had the singing concert where I perfromed some dancing and singing from musicals.. and I heard a comment was made "I can see all of these people can make it big in the industry, especially him" (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reffering to me&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I ready? Do I want to be ready? Yes. And that makes me ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Learn from this. I could have been ready years ago, it was doubt that kept me back. What if I had stoped doubting myself a year ago? Two years ago? Don't ask yourself if you are ready, just be ready! I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also I directed a short film in Film Making class.. It is not done yet, bu it looks great! Have some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076982029429270546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RnUQQbssaBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DfKpIn_4kIw/s400/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076982158278289442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RnUQX7ssaCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CFKoajgmW-E/s400/jed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076982265652471858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RnUQeLssaDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Xvd_-9ZpVj8/s400/james2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There you go. Now I'm off to Sweden for midsummer holiday! Should be really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-7965134057259878007?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/7965134057259878007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=7965134057259878007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/7965134057259878007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/7965134057259878007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-i-ready.html' title='Am I ready?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RnUQ7LssaEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_7NlN-Bgz_s/s72-c/IMG_4666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-4285471668739672486</id><published>2007-05-14T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:29.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Adventures - part 3 - the Return of Saga Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, Woe is me. My camera is experiencing problems and is in need of repair. Today's pictures were taken with a crappy conpact camera... ok, pretty good to be a compact cam, but some pictures that could have been lovely ended up.. meh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All we got pictures of is the visit to the zoo. Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064545446263782386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjhQBFf-_I/AAAAAAAAADE/tnAPhclmA6U/s400/tiger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah.. I really wish I had my own camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064545605177572354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjhZRFf_AI/AAAAAAAAADM/ogTORu-piAg/s400/lioness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean really.. slow autofocus through glass and fences, with crappy exposure to boot. Such lovely photo opportunities.. Oh well... At least we got to see them. Her husband by the way is eating in prviacy at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064545991724629010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjhvxFf_BI/AAAAAAAAADU/efan3sBjJFU/s400/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again... Didn't have a chance to take a 'good' picture of this.. But Saga found this so amazing I just had to include it. That monkey over there... Flew at her after she knocked on the window.. He jumped at her and smashed int to the window.. Then threw a cocnut at her. She laughed like a... crazy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546494235802658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjiNBFf_CI/AAAAAAAAADc/PGzeayO7ubQ/s400/pelicans1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did manage to get some nice pictures of birds. Some more will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546713279134770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjiZxFf_DI/AAAAAAAAADk/yJXaSzdsxMM/s400/funnybird1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546910847630402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjilRFf_EI/AAAAAAAAADs/N-45Nyf5obk/s400/funnybird2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA! Silly bird! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064547421948738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjjDBFf_FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bPIFw9CUd1o/s400/owlevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know about you but that stare just creeps me out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064547860035402850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjjchFf_GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/grkC6UhHxRM/s400/owl+yumm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems we came.. in the middle of.. dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all for Sagas trip to London! I'll finish with a cute piccie of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064548736208731250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjkPhFf_HI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tJ8FZrAmh3w/s400/IMG_3713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From yesterday.. the ice cream.. you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had Pizza at my place before.. Lizzie came to play with her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Byeeee Saga, visit again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the Cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;-See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-4285471668739672486?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/4285471668739672486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=4285471668739672486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/4285471668739672486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/4285471668739672486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2007/05/saga-adventures-part-3-return-of-saga.html' title='The Saga Adventures - part 3 - the Return of Saga Again'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkjhQBFf-_I/AAAAAAAAADE/tnAPhclmA6U/s72-c/tiger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-2118855937763415813</id><published>2007-05-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Adventures - part 2 - the Return of Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Main things.. Science museum, hamleys, teddybears, made her own teddybear (not the huge one) ate at Busaba-Eatai where they gave her a flower to put in her hair, went to see the marvelous statues at Trafalgar Square, and had ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064199602612206450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkemtRFf-3I/AAAAAAAAACE/DUUfv48igXA/s400/IMG_3635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064199765820963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/Rkem2xFf-4I/AAAAAAAAACM/ohN8kBbmAHo/s400/IMG_3639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064199984864295826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkenDhFf-5I/AAAAAAAAACU/fbfNnpThY0A/s400/IMG_3667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200109418347426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkenKxFf-6I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZmNYMD335Ac/s400/IMG_3669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200178137824178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkenOxFf-7I/AAAAAAAAACk/HVR3iowXzcI/s400/IMG_3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200620519455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkenohFf-8I/AAAAAAAAACs/M1YzJZWWd6w/s400/IMG_3643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200800908082130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkenzBFf-9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/gnq0_1xJ5-M/s400/IMG_3714.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064200981296708578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/Rken9hFf--I/AAAAAAAAAC8/-e3J9MIkCY0/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This last picture is brilliant, if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the Cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-2118855937763415813?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/2118855937763415813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=2118855937763415813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/2118855937763415813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/2118855937763415813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2007/05/saga-adventures-part-2-return-of-saga.html' title='The Saga Adventures - part 2 - the Return of Saga'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkemtRFf-3I/AAAAAAAAACE/DUUfv48igXA/s72-c/IMG_3635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-3012290534059945965</id><published>2007-05-12T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:32.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't despair too much, but this entry will not be about me, but about Saga, visiting London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Piccies piccies piccies! This will not have my nmal layout as it is more of a.. bunch of pifctures. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063827009904311090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZT1hFf-zI/AAAAAAAAABk/eKUjOJHx9ao/s400/play1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saga and Lizzie! After an hour of intense and quiet staring at eachother, they got along real well. Saga spoke Swedish, Lizzie spoke English.. yet somehow they understood each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063824634787396290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZRrRFf-sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UxdIX9tbEoM/s400/play2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Playing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063824995564649170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZSARFf-tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x0Af_22W0_A/s400/shortcut.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Off-topic picture. On the way to the fair we went to, we saw a sign of a very interesting shortcut taken with a heavy veichle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063825274737523426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZSQhFf-uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MxVg3yuaSd0/s400/fair+frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At the fair, Saga did many things. Here she decorated a picture frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063825485190920946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZScxFf-vI/AAAAAAAAABE/ii68D4tiA1A/s400/fair+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;List of things to do on the first time out of the country without mommy or daddy. Number one: Get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063825777248697090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZStxFf-wI/AAAAAAAAABM/CEaYLB23xcA/s400/fair+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Number 2: Decorate a cookie. This one is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063826099371244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZTAhFf-xI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pk0sQEl107U/s400/eclaire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy as she looks with these fine chocolate Eclairs, she refused to even taste them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063826773681109794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZTnxFf-yI/AAAAAAAAABc/I3o8e1UBhGc/s400/paddington.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another Off-topic picture.. I just thought it turned out quite nicely. It's Paddington Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063827856012868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZUmxFf-0I/AAAAAAAAABs/0L21Rcl35gM/s400/dress1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Main attraction of the day. Dress-purchase at the Disney store! Here is Saga/Sleeping beauty! Let's have some more of those acctually! (notice the sparkle in the ear-ring. Very &lt;em&gt;Disneyesque&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063828375703911250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZVFBFf-1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rcQ6bUonMRM/s400/dress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063828538912668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZVOhFf-2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mNtcxjD2Zs4/s400/dress3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today! Tomorrow the Adventure continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Save the Cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;B&gt;See ya!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-3012290534059945965?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/3012290534059945965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=3012290534059945965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/3012290534059945965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/3012290534059945965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2007/05/saga-adventures.html' title='The Saga Adventures'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RkZT1hFf-zI/AAAAAAAAABk/eKUjOJHx9ao/s72-c/play1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-518112453676735976</id><published>2007-04-29T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:25:32.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the.. busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RjUf2xFf-oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZnSvWQHfj3Q/s1600-h/gallery01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058984782170421890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RjUf2xFf-oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZnSvWQHfj3Q/s200/gallery01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Not really back from the busy.. but.. at least here visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School. and lots of it. Well I wouldn't have it any other way. In fact I think I should use even more time in school than I do. I'm sorry about the effect it has on this journal, but hey, I only have a couple of months left to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am now the current Student Vice Principal of the school, which gives me a bit of authority, and lets me practise my sense of responsability. To be honest, I quite like being "&lt;strong&gt;The Man&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, so what has been going on.. whoa.. loads.. ok, we had that lesson with Kevin Spacey.. seems like ages ago, and it was. It was fun, interesting and very informative. It was quite amusing acctually, the lengths he went to to make a "cool" entrance. We had a warm-up session with his assistant before our lesson with Kevin, and that session ended with all of us relaxing and closing our eyes. While our eyes were closed he snuck in, took a relaxed, nonchalant pose, leaning against the wall with a fresh cup of coffee. It has a nice effect, but the knowledge that he must have snuck in with the effect in mind made it seem quite silly.. but in a funny way. Anyway, he knows what he's talking about and is a decent down-to-earth and friendly guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RjUgkhFf-pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wDFXkA0RPtg/s1600-h/gallery02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058985568149437074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RjUgkhFf-pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wDFXkA0RPtg/s200/gallery02.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Among many many parts I've played between then and now, Winston Churchill is one of them. And I got great feedback for it! That baby is going on my CV! About that, by the way, I've rewamped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petersunnergren.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.petersunnergren.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to look more professional! Some pictures of me, and stuff and in the future there will be a showreel, voice sample among other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow.. I've almost been here three years now. Time really has flown past and soon I'm out there trying to get an agent. Hopefully that will go pretty smoothly. Right now, the main play we're working on is Dracula. Our director, Thomas Garvey, is a really talented guy, and he is writing the script himself, with some of our input, based on the original novel by Bram Stoker. There is even a chance we might take the play on a tour in Sweden! If we do I will be sure to put the info up here as soon as I know the details!&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember wether or not I posted my heroic act on here.. maybe I didn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;I was on a bus with a friend from school in one of London's tougher areas. Suddenly a girl was thrown onto the bus while it was stoped. She was bleeding from different places in her face and she said something about people taking her phone. Right after she had been thrown into the bus, the door closed and we started rolling. I ran up to the driver and told him to stop the bus. He refused the first time, so I had to shout a little at him to make him come around. When the bus stopped, me and another guy on the bus jumped off and ran after the muggers while my schoolfriend called the police. We cought up to a group of late-teens to early twenties gangsta' girls. I was surprised. I asked, sounding as strict as I could "Alright, who took her phone?" they looked at me in a kind of bitchy hollywood girl-gangsta' kinda way and one told me they didn't know what I was talking about, and one said that she wa snaughty and deserved it. At this point they had started to surround me. I counted about fifteen of them. and to be honest, as I counted, I expected to see the other guy who came off the bus with me, covering my back. Instead I saw his back, from a distance, getting the hell away from there. At that point I realized; "Hey! I'm confronting a gang of fifteen muggers. OK, they are girls, but.. fifteen of them... whops." Maybe the guy was right to run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided that showing fear was probably not the best idea in the world, so I sized up to the one that stood right in front of me, and raised my voice saying "I asked, which one of you fucking cunts beat that poor girl up and took her phone!?" I knew it was a little bit of a dangerous tactic, but it worked. I've used it before when my neighbour's dog attacked me. You show no fear and the enemy starts to think that they should be afraid. They all backed off a bit, and started blaming each other. So now I had another problem. It was impossible for me to find out who had done it, as they were all pointing fingers at each other. I hurried back to the bus to check if the police were on the way. I saw someone had given the victim an extra jacket. Now I could also see that she was missing a tooth, I guessed from the beating. My friend told me the police were on their way. At that point, I saw the gang get on another bus behind ours. I ran out of my bus but I couldn't make it to the other bus in time. The doors closed and the bus left. I ran to our busdriver and ask if he could radio the other bus, or at least forward a message about it to the central. The driver just sat back and said "Nah mate, it's from another garage." I didn't quite believe him, but couldn't do ayhting about his lack of willingness to help. Luckily, at that point I saw a police-car apporach. I ran back onto our bus, grabed the girl's hand and took her with me, I stoped the poilce car, told them "This is the victim. The muggers got on the 19 Bus, it just left! If you go now you can catch them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The police quickly pulled the victim into the backseat of their car and sped away, I saw them get on the radio just as they left.I got back to the bus and told the driver it was ok to leave. At the next stop, we saw the bus that the muggers had got on... pulled over, and surrounded by poice-cars. the gang was out there, all being searched by the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That gave me and my friend a nice warm feeling. We had done something good.I told my landlord about it when I got home. the next day, I found a bottle of nice wine in my room. Not everyone cares about doing good in this world.. but apaprently some do. even those who don't go out of their way to change the world, can still encourage those who do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be a superhero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not so many pictures in this entry.. but at least you got loads of text. You know I kinda feel bad about it.. I'll give you a nice piccie of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Moffe the Wonder Dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058986590351653538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RjUhgBFf-qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/176Ikv9FUFI/s320/moffebw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-518112453676735976?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/518112453676735976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=518112453676735976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/518112453676735976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/518112453676735976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-from-busy.html' title='Back from the.. busy.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eV7FQkpy9gQ/RjUf2xFf-oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZnSvWQHfj3Q/s72-c/gallery01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-116332814845482770</id><published>2006-11-12T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:15:24.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/me1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/me1.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heya! Here I am! I am still around! This is my last year of school and so it is very very busy. That means I won't have time to update this journal very often.. I will do it every now and then though, as you see here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just give you a quick update. I lost some weight, gained some skills, and the stage combat license I got looks like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/stagecombat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/stagecombat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also to meet Kevin Spacey again in about two weeks, as hee is going to teach an Audition Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time for a very special Blast from the past;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blast From the Past X (10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out my old -helgon diary and picked out a few entries to posthere, for people who were not yet reading about my adventures on the British isles at the time. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20/11 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school is more than I bargined for. I mean.. drama school.. I would expecty some movement and some drama stuff.. but the technique of learning drama here is IMMENSE! Advanced psychology of how to.. hmm.. damn.. I can’t even explain it.. but it’s really cool.&lt;br /&gt;And the yoga and the acrobatics.. I can do some freaky shit now that I couldn’t before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England is a weird palce though...&lt;br /&gt;Blind people get 50% off the TV license fee. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school takes up most of my life... but it’s all good. I get to act quite a bit, and it’s a lot of fun! I am about to go practise walking on stilts.. I’m going to play a really tall monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles.. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sneaking? Sneaking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23/01 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-ho? People whose identity is unknownst to me have read my diary!&lt;br /&gt;What is this! Strangers in my house? Shrouded shadows of oblivion haunting my documented past?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I am against people reading my diary.. If I did I would be quite a stupidass motherfucker for putting it on the internet. But I would like for people I don’t know or haven’t spoken to for a long time to drop a line in my mailbox or guestbook upon readin up on who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Would be nice.. just sayin’&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t want to.. that’s ok I guess... but.. well. BURN IN HELL!&lt;br /&gt;nono.. I’m sorry.. I am so very very.. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;no! bad me! bad me!&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am flattered that people want to know about lil’ old me, but don’t be shy.. say hello!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24/01 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wrote ”dear diary” in my diary, and thus drastically lost 20 masculinity points. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25/01 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a long time.. or a short time?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that depends on what you are doing. If it takes 2 seconds to paint a house it’s pretty fucking fast. Then again if it takes 2 seconds for a fallen object to hit the floor, it’s very very slow. or high up.&lt;br /&gt;But.. Today I did an unsupported handstand lasting for 2 seconds. Rising from 0, it is quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skol-Akademin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26/01 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the school is changing names... The principal died and his daughter took over. There’s going to be a few changes. The name will no longer be ”The School of the Science of Acting”, but ”The Academy of the Science of Acting and Directing”&lt;br /&gt;There will be more focus on film, and TV work. Also they will hire more famous people in the profession to come and hold some workshop classes and give advice. We will also get to talk to casting agents and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;There is also talk about doing short film projects, and collabortaing with other schools on them (for producers, editors etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last Alexander Technique today. We only did 6 classes (we were only supposed to do one but it proved to be so great they decided to go on for a bit) I have suggested to put it on the schedule as a normal class because I see how great it could be for the profession of an actor to be skilled in the Alexander Technique. That and we had a really cool teacher. Fumiaki Tanaka. Japanese guy with long hair. To learn something physical is always cooler if the teacher is japanese. My own Mr. Myiagi. Only this guy was younger than Mr Myiagi. And had long hair... in a ponytail.. He looked like a fighter from an anime. I bet he’s some sort of superhero.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they listen to our pleading and bring him and his teachings back to the school to stay.&lt;br /&gt;After a class of AT I end up an inch taller... it’s only temporary but it’s pretty fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god this entry is getting long! I must stop soon before I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kev from Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;04/02 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to see Kevin Spacey! Yay! As an education thingie for the school.&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to see a play he is in, and then we will talk to him and the director. That rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Did a good rehersal today.. Ben’s play is funny... I hope he does turn it into a short film.&lt;br /&gt;I have Swedish Greve cheese in school... Claire said it was in one of her dreams the other night. so I just said ”What, you’re dreaming of my cheese?” and everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;As we say in Sweden... Konstigt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laradidida dada dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10/02 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am da Waltz Mazta! Ph33r my |337 Waltz skillz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried a new crisp flavour today (chips smak for all you Swedish bretheren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickled Onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted worse than crap.&lt;br /&gt;I had one, then gave the rest to Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;He agreed with me... then he ate them all. Silly Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am spiderman... no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28/02 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is done.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is in a plastic bag by my bed.&lt;br /&gt;It is weird, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Really strange. I will meditate to make it grow faster.&lt;br /&gt;My head is unprotected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30/05 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish word of the day that needs no Swedish characters.: Saltgurka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice: This entry does not in any way imply that the author of this diary has any liking for pickles. Because I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The secret of loosing weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31/05 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a physically demanding school with an empty wallet has made me lose a lot of my excess weight. People ask me ”What is your secret?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people!&lt;br /&gt;You want to know the secret? Do you really want to know what the secret is?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;The secret to loosing weight is to stop looking for a fucking secret!&lt;br /&gt;There is no secret way of easy weight loss!&lt;br /&gt;Work your ass off, and your ass will come off! Simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/line.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;07/07 05 (the day of the London bombings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I’d get the word out in case people were worrying. I’m not blown to bits so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.. What makes this blast from the past special.. A memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/skanna0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 172px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/skanna0022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiolvägen 9, my old childhood home is no longer in the family. It was a beatiful house and it was good to me. But it is time to move on. Time for the house to be good to another family and for me to move towards my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good bye old friend. I'll come visit you some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do not think this is all doom and gloom. Leaving the past is the only thing that can bring us to a great future. Always respect and remember your past... But do not live in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-116332814845482770?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/116332814845482770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=116332814845482770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/116332814845482770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/116332814845482770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/11/blast-from-past-x.html' title='Blast From the Past X'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-115606866954583599</id><published>2006-08-20T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:30:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Hank McCoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/person.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I could have written this entry sooner. The reason I didn't: I was waiting for pictures of two events that I could show here. For a long time, I had only, and have still only recieved the pictures  of one of them. And not even all of those. Oh well, I'll just give you these for now.&lt;br /&gt;These are of the costume party I went to as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Hank McCoy&lt;/span&gt;, AKA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;.  And I recieved the award for best costume. A bottle of Champagne. In some time I will have better pictures of said costume, but for now I'll give you the ones I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Costumeparty02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Costumeparty02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Hank MacCoy&lt;/span&gt;. People said they expected me to growl and roar. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; fond of growling and roaring, but in character, I couldn't. Hank would never act like that at a party! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Costumeparty01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Costumeparty01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do you like crossovers? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men vs Brave -heart&lt;/span&gt;? hmm... Not sure it would work... Adrian played William Wallace. Not sure who Pernille is supposd to be, but that is not her regular outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Costumeparty06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Costumeparty06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now here is a crossover that could actually work! Ben Willens as   Raoul Duke in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;, looking at me like I was a scary drug-induced hallucination. Lucky for him the worst Hank would ever do to him in the situation would be to give a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"just say no"&lt;/span&gt; speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank and William later took a walk through central London that night. People were amazed, I managed to gather up quite a big group of X-Men fans who worshipped me. Some worshipped Braveheart as well. Lots of people took pictures.. and a car suddenly stoped next to us and a Japanese guy stuck his head out yelling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Beast! Beast!"&lt;/span&gt; That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I will have more pictures of this costume later.. along with the pictures from the play we put up a couple of weeks ago, where you among other things will get to see me wielding a monkey-wrench while entoxicated with pure wrath. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-115606866954583599?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/115606866954583599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=115606866954583599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/115606866954583599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/115606866954583599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/08/dr-hank-mccoy.html' title='Dr. Hank McCoy'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-115273857539149560</id><published>2006-07-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:17:49.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/me1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/me1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am again. Quick recap! Went to Sweden, worked, met friends, celebrated midsummer, missed the flight to England, stayed a day in Gothernburg (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks, guys&lt;/span&gt;) went a day later than planned, came to England, started working on the play, got on a de-tox and have thus far not eaten for seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that was very quick, but I can't be arsed to write a book about it. I'll show you some pictures, mm'kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as promised you can now see the clip of me getting my stagecombat License. It is a rather big mpeg so I suggest you right-click on it and save file as. &lt;a href="http://www.petersunnergren.com/psaz.mpg"&gt;Here it is!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also got my domain now. &lt;a href="http://www.petersunnergren.com"&gt;www.petersunnergren.com&lt;/a&gt;. It will have my CV and stuff on it. Not done yet but the design is shaping up. I also created sub-domains that lead here. You can now get to this journal through &lt;a href="http://journal.petersunnergren.com"&gt;http://journal.petersunnergren.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://dagbok.petersunnergren.com"&gt;http://dagbok.petersunnergren.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yóu know Swedish, also check out &lt;a href="http://kokbok.petersunnergren.com"&gt;http://kokbok.petersunnergren.com&lt;/a&gt;. Best idea ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on this de-tox now.. and man, I feel great! Haven't eaten for seven days and I feel just amazing! Everything about me just got better. All I try to do is now easier, be it physical, intellectual or mental. I feel like a proper superhero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03465.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC03465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sister and neice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03463.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC03463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Neice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03519.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC03519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Neice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03462.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC03462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03469.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC03469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The traditional midsummer -penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now! &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's right.. I'm still watching you!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-115273857539149560?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/115273857539149560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=115273857539149560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/115273857539149560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/115273857539149560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-so-far.html' title='The story so far.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-115023284288423315</id><published>2006-06-13T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:22:54.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>License to kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well.. License to pretend to kill anyway. I now have a &lt;strong&gt;stage/film combat license!&lt;/strong&gt; Yay me! I passed the exam. I'll show you some pictures of the exam. Sorry about the quality. the pictures are captured from DV footage and I didn't have time to de-interlace. Better quality will follow in a future entry.. and maybe even a film clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/2.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me punching Alex. I play the villain by the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/4.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Avoiding one of Alex's punches. Ain't I swift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whops! That could have ended badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to throw another punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look villainy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crap! He's got swords!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/bs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, so do I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/bs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK too many piccies for one entry. More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just have to add that Silvy sent me the fossil from her dig! Coolness! You rock Silvy! Hope you find more groovy magical thingies! And hope you have loads of fun! *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More tomorrow, or in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-115023284288423315?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/115023284288423315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=115023284288423315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/115023284288423315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/115023284288423315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/06/license-to-kill.html' title='License to kill'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114796375226969207</id><published>2006-05-18T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:55:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people walk in worn down shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey there. Update! I saw Mission Impossible III, We had a voice class in the great outdoors, I went to visit the northern pagans and my shoes are now dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/missionimpossible3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/missionimpossible3_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M:I:III was a pretty good action flick. Best in the series I would even venture to say. Plus it was great fun to see Eddie shove a bomb up Tom Cruise's nose. &lt;strong&gt;Go Eddie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had, as mentioned, a voice class in the park. The weather was great and we had a very nice time. I wish we could have more classes in the great outdoors. You get a sense of freedom and wellbeeing. After all we were not meant to spend our lives incased between walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up[ north to visit the Harrissisess... The Harris family. The number of kittens was steadily increasing. One of them got on my laptop and deleted people of fmy ICQ list. I was.. impressed. They took me to a great big book store where they bought books on sexual magic and drugs. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She said I wouldn't put that info here so I felt I had to stand up to the challange&lt;/span&gt;) and I tried a Frappacino coffee in the cafe... Frappacino is a kind of coffee that is acctually a milkshake. Why don't they call it a milkshake? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;The last day they took me to wales and the big Orm. Piccies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000078.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000078.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When going to the busstation we were stuck in traffic.. and were delayed and were about to miss the ride. Luckily.. we saw the bus about to pass us and Gra pulled over and stoped it and I got on. And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;strong&gt;Silvy&lt;/strong&gt; has found an untouched 5000 year old grave at an archeological dig! And she is sending me a fossil from it! &lt;strong&gt;YAY! &lt;em&gt;*floats a bit*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what magical secrets I will be able to unlock with an artifact like that in my paws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.. well ok it probably is least.. on my way to the internet cafe, my left shoe died on me. I need to go buy another one.. the back of the sole has droped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. The challange from the last entry is still unsolved. you still have a chance to win the glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114796375226969207?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114796375226969207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114796375226969207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114796375226969207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114796375226969207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-people-walk-in-worn-down-shoes.html' title='Some people walk in worn down shoes'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114650418769426594</id><published>2006-05-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:58:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/me.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/me.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have now seen&lt;strong&gt; the Producers&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the film&lt;/span&gt;). It was very ok. It was weird, but funny... Nathan Lane was excellent as always. And people, I have a &lt;em&gt;challange &lt;/em&gt;for you... on the DVD (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Disc edition&lt;/span&gt;) I noticed a hidden homage to &lt;strong&gt;the Lion King&lt;/strong&gt;! So hidden the one who put it there might not even know it! If you can find it... and be the first to report it in my guestbook.. You will gain glory beyond your wildest dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/producers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alex are working on our combat scene that we will use to get the Stage fighting License! Once again I play the &lt;strong&gt;Evil Villain! &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fear me, if you dare! &lt;em&gt;*hiss!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am designing a webpage for a healer and in return she is giving me free sessions. It's quite cool and it helps me towards living a healthier lifestyle. If my body is going to be my secondary tool (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my brain will be my primary&lt;/span&gt;) of my profession, I better start treating it well.&lt;br /&gt;not much more to report today.. Catch you all later! &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a PS by the way. I realize today's challange might be a bit difficult.. so here is a somewhat cryptic clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/ProblemFreePhilosophy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114650418769426594?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114650418769426594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114650418769426594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114650418769426594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114650418769426594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/05/fear-me.html' title='Fear me!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114582102500949384</id><published>2006-04-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T03:03:39.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC02934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC02934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is about time I let you people finally get a hold of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Blast From the Past part 9! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, last Blast From the Past was a while ago but this one is special. Before I go into it here are some current events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought new shoes.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/newshoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/shmpfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/shmpfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the cinema and saw Silent Hill. It was pretty good. One of the best videogame-based films I have ever seen in fact. It was less mystrious than the games but I suppose it had to be. Somewhat less terrifying as well, but it's possible that if I saw it alone in a dark room with headphones maybe it would have been different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was cool, uncomfortable with a good story, nice mystery and horrible scenes of torture and pain. I especially liked the integration of elements from the games in the storytelling, how it made it feel like the game but without making it feel less like a film. They reused a lot of the music from the games as well, which was an excellent choice in my eyes... ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK.. This Blast From the Past features me in many ages! Pictures you never thought you'd get to see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/siblings.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Linda, Karin and me in the kitchen of Fiolvagen 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/newhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/newhouse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/newhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is said house. So fresh the paint has not even dried yet. I remember that car. I stole it from dad once when I was two. The person on the right is Linda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/newhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/facepull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/facepull.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/newhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me Linda and Dad. I just thought this piccie was funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/hajksitta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/hajksitta.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda and me on a hike! Ahh the memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/rarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/rarr.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda and me again in a cute &lt;em&gt;"little kids looking like animals"&lt;/em&gt; picture. And we're nude! Shocking, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me when I was fourteen. The same year I first saw the Lion King. (Sorry, it had just be too long since I last mentioned the Lion King). You may have noticed there was no picture of my mother.. I suppose she was holding the camera most of the time. I'll find some of her for a later entry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for today! &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats&lt;/strong&gt;, and stay tuned for more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114582102500949384?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114582102500949384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114582102500949384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114582102500949384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114582102500949384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/04/blast-from-past-part-9.html' title='Blast from the Past part 9'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114415811028866236</id><published>2006-04-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:48:36.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Peter%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Peter%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Heyheyhey&lt;/em&gt; everybody! I am back! And due to the late update it will be a &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;update. Last week of school was very busy and so was the two weeks in Sweden. Let's get cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Director's exam was a lot of fun. 8 pieces were showing and I was in 6 of them. That was the record for this year. Go me! Lots of hard work and I loved every second of it. 6 different charactes, all as different to the others as night and day, and at some points I had 3 minutes to get changed and run to the next set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after we had assesments and more showings. Not much to report there, other than that the Jazz Dance assesment went great and I had some wonderful reportcards and great feedback for my preformance in the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC02996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC02996.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flew to Sweden and spent a night at the summerplace.. which was covered in snow. I like snow.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecka and Saga made chairs out of snow and sat on the river. Winter can be great if you know what to do with it. More pics of this day at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sunday I went to see the oaks, as I do almost every night I spend in Sweden. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/P-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/P-A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To earn some of my keep I took the job at the hospital my dad got me. It would be nice with some time off in the holiday, but I do need the money. Anyway it wasn't very stressful work and I was done with the tasks faster thant they could throw new ones at me. This pic is of the office. The guy is my brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Lars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Lars2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the weekend I went to the &lt;strong&gt;T-Hat&lt;/strong&gt; and did some partying with the d00ds (and d00dettes).&lt;br /&gt;There was a party at Lars' place and most of the gang was there. And new one.. Anna.. talked, funny that one. Nefus, though.. was.. in Brunei. Meeting some girl he married in &lt;strong&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/strong&gt;... I saw the wedding video.. Bjorn was the priest. yeah... I also had a quick chat with Janni. she bought me a coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PH03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PH03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anway, we cought up on some old times and basically goofed off the nice and cozy way only we can goof off. It's nice to know they still love me over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the weekend I spent some with the relatives at the cottage.. and &lt;strong&gt;Moffe (the Wonderdog)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.. By now though I had the game &lt;strong&gt;Oblivion&lt;/strong&gt; in my hands! After four years of aiting.. it acctually did live up to it's expectations! Love it! Just love it! I also have a new nifty phone with an ok camera that can fill this place. Well.. morw work at the hospital.. On the Thursday I went to see the final production of my old drama school! Not only that but on the Friday I went to speak to the students about school in London like I as some really cool important dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/gin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/gin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the evening me, Karin and the oaks watched seven episodes of &lt;strong&gt;Ginga Desnsetsu:Weed&lt;/strong&gt; with a projector. GREAT anime, GREAT time. I really have to see the rest of this series! But of course it was great, being the sequel to &lt;strong&gt;Ginga Nagareboshi Gin&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SilverFang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC03090.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, birthday party. Met up with more relatives and had some fun. I also did a headstand for them. they were much impressed. Also spent some more time with &lt;strong&gt;Moffe the Wonderdog!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/gin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening there was a big party at the Oaks'. Marvin's birthday. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Karin went over there to party down.. I bit someone's neck.. Karin got completely pissed out of her brains and had to be helped by Jocke. Last but not least, Joanna was jumping up and down while screaming something about being a squirrel. Ahhh.. the &lt;strong&gt;M-Town&lt;/strong&gt;. What can beat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Mostly packing and travelling.. I met Mikael from the school at the airport in Sweden and chatted with him on the plane.. The plane landed in London early.. Short line by the border control.. Got the luggage fairly quickly.. A trein was conviniently waiting for ur by the rails.. It was too good I said to Michael.. and I as right.. As I got home.. Leena had locked the extra lock which can only be unlocked from the inside.. and fallen asleep! Nothing would wake her and since my ninjas have moved back to Japan I was locked out!&lt;br /&gt;I went to spend the night at the couch of a schoolmate.&lt;br /&gt;Next day. School. Guess what! I have stage Combat again! I will get the fighting license! I am so happy! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;When I got home and finally &lt;strong&gt;-in-&lt;/strong&gt; I noticed that &lt;strong&gt;Ruriko&lt;/strong&gt; had left me some gifts.. her leftover food.. the Stereo she can't bring back to Japan.. and.. a tiny Katana in a keyring! So cute! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kawai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ninas are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. Because you had to wait so long for this entry.. here are some more pics from the day I played in the snow with Rebecka and Saga. Click for larger versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC03014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC03016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC03010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC03010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is just funny.&lt;br /&gt;Trace the footprints in the snow behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC02920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC02920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one is just cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all for today. Next Blast From The Past will be really special by the way. Stay tuned.. and &lt;strong&gt;Save the Cats!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114415811028866236?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114415811028866236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114415811028866236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114415811028866236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114415811028866236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-one.html' title='The Big one.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114165287412486097</id><published>2006-03-06T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:47:54.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quickie</title><content type='html'>check it out. I drew more pics! they still suck, but they suck less than the last ones. Also you get to see my messy handwriting! What do you think?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lesson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lesson3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114165287412486097?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114165287412486097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114165287412486097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114165287412486097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114165287412486097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-quickie.html' title='Another quickie'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114158145612100905</id><published>2006-03-05T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:07:06.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There it lies, in your eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/jaghejhopp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/jaghejhopp.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am, after a busy busy week of school. Next week will be pretty busy as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's showing of &lt;em&gt;Shakespeare's &lt;strong&gt;Twelfth Nigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; went great! I played Malvolio. One of the most popular characters. He is very funny, and a reat part to play. I met Vanessa, Kyle and Agatha's baby. She watched the play in fact. I was in her first Shakespeare! Not bad for a newborn infant to get througha Shakespeare play without crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the showing me, Alex and Valia stayed in school to preset for the showing. We went on until about half past two in the moring. For some reason, when we were close to being done, Valia started meowing. I was surprised, I thought I was the only spontanious meower at school. I joined her anyway, and started to meow too. Alex whined and started throwing things at us. James walke dby and looked oddly at us.&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come on! We've hardly slept all week! Besides, we're only &lt;em&gt;a little&lt;/em&gt; insane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six days until the pictures and character infos should be in. Just letting you know.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Russia pics today, I shall give you the last of the pics from my trip to the North of England. here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whops! There is acctually a few more that I have forgotten to put on my usb stick. Oh well, you'll see those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the Cats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114158145612100905?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114158145612100905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114158145612100905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114158145612100905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114158145612100905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-it-lies-in-your-eye.html' title='There it lies, in your eye'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114131004925173945</id><published>2006-03-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T06:45:44.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A test</title><content type='html'>I acctually don't have time to make an entry at the moment so here is just a quick thing. I just got impressed that such a simple test could be so accurate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test finished! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;you chose CX - your Enneagram type is TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"I must help others"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share fun times with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me know that I am important and special to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Intimate Relationships &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reassure me that I am intersting to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reassure me often that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I Like About Being a Two &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to relate easily to people and to make friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being generous, caring, and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's Hard About Being a Two &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;not being able to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;having low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling drained from overdoing for others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twos as Children Often &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are outwardly compliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are popular or try to be popular with other children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos), or quiet and shy (the more introverted Twos) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twos as Parents &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are often playful with their children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;can become fiercely protective &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Renee Baron &amp; Elizabeth Wagele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Enneagram Made Easy&lt;br /&gt;Discover the 9 Types of People&lt;br /&gt;HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked the test? so please &lt;b&gt;RATE&lt;/b&gt; it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/comments?mode=edit&amp;amp;id=9872769248634057572" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/submit_button_addacomment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="400" color="#aaeeaa" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not completely happy with the result?!&lt;br /&gt;You chose CX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you rather have chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=12721960859055255705&amp;category=14" target="_new"&gt;AX &lt;/a&gt;(SEVEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=12721960859055255705&amp;amp;category=10" target="_new"&gt;BX &lt;/a&gt;(NINE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=12721960859055255705&amp;category=7" target="_new"&gt;CY &lt;/a&gt;(SIX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=12721960859055255705&amp;amp;category=5" target="_new"&gt;CZ &lt;/a&gt;(ONE) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href=http://is3.okcupid.com/users/986/276/9872769248634057572/mt1117662204.jpg&gt;Picture&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="1" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="149" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;ABC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="39" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="111" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;26%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;XYZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=12721960859055255705"&gt;The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=9872769248634057572"&gt;felk&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's.. pretty amazing.  &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114131004925173945?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114131004925173945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114131004925173945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114131004925173945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114131004925173945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/03/test.html' title='A test'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-114087667686820220</id><published>2006-02-25T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T06:58:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah, I'm comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000198.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000198.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not that nothing has happened the last week, it's just that I've been to busy to make an entry. Here I am though. Safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, not much out of the ordinary has happened either. Wchool and stuff. Two things to report I guess. Kayoko has moved back to Japan (bye bye) and I have started my mission of learning how to draw. I have a few pictures which I will reluctantly show you. They are not very good, unless you consider the fact that they are my first. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lesson1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lesson1b.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lesson1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lesson1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lesson2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lesson2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lesson2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lesson2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, I have problems with proportions, hands, basic geometric shapes and all that jazz. But hey, I'm gonna practise.&lt;br /&gt;About that, how's about another art contest as Littleoak suggested? You guys make a lion! Could be a cartoon, painting, sketch, manga style or whatever. Naturalistic or humanoid, you choose. One thing you will have to include is info on the picture/character.&lt;br /&gt;Some background, some personal stuff, describe the world and surroundings he/she lives in. Let your creativity flow! Good ideas are as important as good art skills! I will give you two weeks. It doesn't have to be more elaborate than you want to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do have more pictures from Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Kreml%20-%20Alex%20-%20r3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Kreml%20-%20Alex%20-%20r3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Drama students in the Kremlin!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Kreml%20-%20Barbara%202%20-%20r7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Kreml%20-%20Barbara%202%20-%20r7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara liked the Kremlin.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Kreml%20-%20Big%20Gun%20-%20r7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Kreml%20-%20Big%20Gun%20-%20r7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;Big&lt;/strong&gt; gun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Kreml%20-%20F??gel"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Kreml%20-%20F%3F%3Fgel%20-%20r3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a bird that lives in the Kremlin.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Kreml%20-%20outside%20-%20r5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Kreml%20-%20outside%20-%20r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Kremlin seen from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for you today! Drop a comment, &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats &lt;/strong&gt;and then start working on your contribution to the little contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-114087667686820220?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/114087667686820220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=114087667686820220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114087667686820220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/114087667686820220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-yeah-im-comin.html' title='Yeah yeah, I&apos;m comin&apos;'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113991238749177954</id><published>2006-02-14T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:08:57.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typo Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000197.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day we went to an island called Angelsey. We visited a village called.... LlanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllLlantysiliogogogoch.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. It must have been named by a cat on a keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something about English Breakfasts. First the word breakfast. Break the fast. Break the time of no eating, reffering to night time. Bacon, Sausage, beans, tomato, mushrooms, black pudding and egg. And tea. They have this breakfast on days when they don't want to stop for lunch. It works. By the time the sun sets I'm still digesting breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw hut circles where people lived 2500 years ago and watched over high cliffs. Pretty cool. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1909.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1909.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Blackpool.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had some English Lunch and took a walk on the beach. I found a bit of polished glass.&lt;br /&gt;I think during the last couple ofdays I have had more tea than I have in my whole life prior to this holiday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/linxncarrie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/linxncarrie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the picture that &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt; made for me. These characters are the characters we played in the old Vampire Live Roleplaying game. She made a comicbook cover! It is sooo cool! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just so there are no confusions, I played the one on the right&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all about these characters later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113991238749177954?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113991238749177954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113991238749177954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113991238749177954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113991238749177954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/02/typo-village.html' title='Typo Village'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113969492775059605</id><published>2006-02-11T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:37:21.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Welsh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am in the north. I got on a bus a bit over 24 hours ago, went to visit &lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gra&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Zoe &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Aidan&lt;/strong&gt; and all the animals. 7 cats and 3 dogs. Having a good time. Just to clear things up, they are not Welsh, I'm staying with them in Cheshire. They say that the welsh are odd people. There are a lot of sheep in whales... and they all look very frightened. I wonder what that means.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they took me to whales today and showed me some lovely scenery and an abbey. They will show me more stuff every day until I go back on Wednesday. I'll try to update this thing every day until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1876.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1876.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1905.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1905.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/IMG_4703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: left;"alt=""src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/IMG_4703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what!? &lt;strong&gt;Kyle&lt;/strong&gt;, the reinkarnation of Stalin, has had a baby! This is baby Vanessa. The labour lasted 15 minutes. Woosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put the russia pictures on hold, since I have these lovely English pictures to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Till%20Weblion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Till%20Weblion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As an extra treat, &lt;strong&gt;Melus&lt;/strong&gt; made me a nice cartoony picture of me!&lt;br /&gt;She calls me "Guran" for speaking... about stuff with her. And here is the piccie.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt; gave me a really cool pic, but Alas, I have as of yet no digital copy of it. I shall show it to you when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More russiapics in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113969492775059605?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113969492775059605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113969492775059605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113969492775059605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113969492775059605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/02/welsh.html' title='The Welsh.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113916000186613480</id><published>2006-02-05T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:25:03.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerpuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/oldme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/oldme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New entry! I'll just lay some news and some russiapics on ye. I discovered a fantastic webcomic! &lt;a href="http://ppg.snafu-comics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The PowerPuff Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!! It is absolutely genious! The characters from the &lt;strong&gt;PowerPuff Girls&lt;/strong&gt; and a lot of other &lt;strong&gt;Catrtoon Network&lt;/strong&gt; series such as &lt;strong&gt;Dexter's Lab, Grim, Samurai Jack&lt;/strong&gt; etc etc. All set some years later in a cute but gritty anime story. Wonderful, just wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt; by the way. Today's russia-pictures might not be suitable for the weak-of-heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff.. Yesterday morning I woke up to see &lt;strong&gt;Kayoko&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ruriko&lt;/strong&gt; clean the house. I offered some help and they looked at me as if I was a cat offering to make dinner for a family of mice. A man offering to do housework was the freakiest thing they ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/moffe%20and%20littleoak.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/moffe%20and%20littleoak.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Littleoak &lt;/strong&gt;has suggested an art contest and/or a quiz. What would you rather do, paint a picture of a lion or another kind of feline, or answer questions about same subject? Tell me! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guest star on the left if &lt;strong&gt;Moffe the Wonderdog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Moscow, my school put on a play, in which I did the lighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The play was &lt;strong&gt;Popcorn &lt;/strong&gt;by Ben Elton. It had lots of Sex and Violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/popcorn%202%20-%20r4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Popcorn%20-%20Sacha%20-%20r2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Popcorn%20-%20Sacha%20-%20r2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Sacha. He played the psychotic massmurderer Wayne. Would you invite this man over for crumpets? (The &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;head in the plastic bag isn't real&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Popcorn%20-%20Agnes%20-%20r2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Popcorn%20-%20Agnes%20-%20r2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agnes played Brooke. She was a supermodel, and as you see here, is shot in the stomach. The pic was taken after the play while Agnes was not in character (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you look carefully you will notice that she is not lying down&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/popcorn%20red%20-%20r4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/popcorn%20red%20-%20r4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/popcorn%20red%20-%20r4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The play had a really groovy epilouge scene with freaky light. It was very well recieved and many russians loved it, even though most couldn't even speak English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/popcorn%20phone%20-%20r4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/popcorn%20phone%20-%20r4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closeup on... Blood... on the wall... By the phone. I just though this picture looks kinda cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for today! The secret stuff I won't tell you on the ground that it is secret, and you need to ask, and have access to highly classified information. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113916000186613480?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113916000186613480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113916000186613480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113916000186613480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113916000186613480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/02/powerpuff.html' title='Powerpuff!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113855432756378250</id><published>2006-01-29T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:23:36.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Odd Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/grooming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/grooming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had an odd dream last night. All the places had melted together.. I was in &lt;strong&gt;Bjorn&lt;/strong&gt;'s and &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;'s apartments.. they were right next to each other, and there was no wall between them.. but they were still different appartments.. It was still school term, but it was ok, because London was just outside even though we were in Trollhattan. I was resting on Hannah's sofa while both Bjorn and Hannah were playing &lt;em&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/em&gt;. I felt a little left outside and wanted to try and play.. There seemed to be a computer free with WoW installed on it, but I didn't know how to play. Luckily, &lt;strong&gt;Boris&lt;/strong&gt; offered to teach me, since Hannah had tought him everything about WoW. For some reason a cat teaching me to play WoW seemed more amazing than the fact that I could talk to cats.&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Russia pics! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/gapochgorm%20-%20r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/gapochgorm%20-%20r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buncha' commies makin' some sorta' fuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Metro%20-%20r5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Metro%20-%20r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;z 'bout summin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a wall.. in a Moscow Subway station. whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. more pics next time, now I have to run to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113855432756378250?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113855432756378250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113855432756378250&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113855432756378250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113855432756378250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-odd-dream.html' title='Another Odd Dream'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113845829419691567</id><published>2006-01-28T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:00:41.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week by week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a week like most weeks. Now I am waiting to show a piece and then to rehearse Shoko's wonderful fairytale in which I play.. well.. me really.. almost... rowr...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Conny&lt;/strong&gt;, as response to your... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'd like to say.. Of course that was me in your dream! Who else! Just out of curiousity.. What did I do in your dream.. and what did I look like? Big, powerful, with a mighty mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it is almost time for another contest.. This time I'm going to take suggestions. A contest contest! Everyone suggests what they want to do for a context, and I pick one, and remodel it to fit my theme. There will be no points for the contest contest, but the winner will have an advantage over the others since he/she was the one to pick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to send out a hug and a nuzzle to &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;, who has just been on a funeral. We all love you, Hannah. I'm certain the others will back that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some more Russia pictures to hand out. Here you go. Today I will show you some of the people I was travelling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Sacha%20-%20r3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Sacha%20-%20r3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Marocco%20-%20Sally%20and%20Yohei%20-%20r5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Marocco%20-%20Sally%20and%20Yohei%20-%20r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Marocco%20-%20Angela%20Pernilla%20and%20Russel%20-%20r5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Marocco%20-%20Angela%20Pernilla%20and%20Russel%20-%20r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Ben%20-%20r7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/James%20and%20Co%20-%20r7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/James%20and%20Co%20-%20r7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Marocco%20-%20Sarah%20and%20Jed%20-%20r5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Marocco%20-%20Sarah%20and%20Jed%20-%20r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did travel with more people than this, but I can't show you everything in one go now can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I am so nice I'll show you one more. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Kyle%20and%20Stalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Kyle%20and%20Stalin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Kyle have some scary similarities with Stalin? They must be related somehow.. or.. is he Stalin reborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what kind of contests you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113845829419691567?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113845829419691567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113845829419691567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113845829419691567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113845829419691567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-by-week.html' title='Week by week'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113794506697285693</id><published>2006-01-22T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:48:40.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murrowwrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lioncub09b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/lioncub09b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is this!? Another entry the very day after my last one? Oh gosh! Just like the good old days. As I have stated before, I will update this place every time I &lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Have the time and &lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; have something to say. Now that we got that cleared up I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;got something to say.&lt;br /&gt;In this school that I go to we learn to act. It is a very sophisticated technique that we learn. It is believed that in order to do the best acting we can, we must make our brains work just like the character's brain. In other words, not think about acting, not think about lines, but think about what the character thinks, both consiously and subconsiously. Every character has an impression of his life until now, along with all the sense data and purposes. We teach our brains to be able to live another person's life in our heads and recieve all the senses the character did when going from birth until now. It is quite an amazing thing.&lt;br /&gt;When the preparations are done, the character's life needs to be kept fresh. This can be easilly done by just spending 3 minutes living the life in one's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderfully cozy and beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it is to do this when playing a&lt;strong&gt; lion?&lt;/strong&gt; When doing the 3 minute thing I found myself after 5 minutes to still be 2 months old all snuggled up with mommy. Having the feelings, the senses and emotions in that moment of that life is so...&lt;em&gt; awwww!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NICE!&lt;/strong&gt; I just wanted to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lioncub03b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, you want to see more Russia pictures? Okie dokie. You can still click the images for larger versions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are a bunch of acting students and one teacher sitting in the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/hotel%20-%20all%20-%20r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Hotel%20-%20features%20-%20r8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Hotel%20-%20features%20-%20r8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is what the hotel had to offer in ways of recreation. Maybe it's just me, but I thought it was funny. Apart from this the lobby had a prostitute corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Village%20-%20r5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Village%20-%20r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rich Russian countryside. This was near Chekhov house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a little buddy of mine I met at the Moscow Circus. Ain't he just adorable! He really liked me! He tried to squirm away from most people who came up but the keepers could hardly get him away from me (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it wasn't just me holding on either&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113794506697285693?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113794506697285693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113794506697285693&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113794506697285693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113794506697285693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/01/murrowwrrr.html' title='Murrowwrrr...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113778062067784791</id><published>2006-01-20T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:46:29.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian gifts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Japanese people.. Don't get me wrong, I like them.. but they can be confusing.. Not just because of how they talk but their ways of life are a mystery. A couple of days ago &lt;strong&gt;Kayoko&lt;/strong&gt; came in to my room around midninght. She asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peetah.. Havea yuo seenu tha furidge?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Peter, have you seen the fridge?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uhh.. no..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yuo can look on the Peetah sheluf in tha furidge."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You can look at Peter's shelf in the fridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uhhh.. ok.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I put appul there. You like? I givea yuo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I put an apple there. Do you like it? I will give you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... ok.. Thanks."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to look at the &lt;em&gt;Peetah sheluf&lt;/em&gt; and yes. There was an apple on a small saucer.. There was a smiley face carved into the apple.. Nice.. fun gesture.. I wonder what kind of japanese symbolism she might be using... Two days later I find a pear, also with a carved smiley face on the &lt;em&gt;Peetah sheluf.&lt;/em&gt; This one also had eyebrows by the way..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an accent class today.. One excersice included the class being divided into pairs.. and one would mimic the other in a sentance.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes was supposed to say my line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have three rehearsals tonight"&lt;/em&gt; In my accent.&lt;br /&gt;She did. The teacher asked everyone to give feedback.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian raised his hand and said &lt;em&gt;"Agnes sounded a little too much like a man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o.O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HEY!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have promised.. I will now show you pictures of my trip to Mother Russia (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not MY mother.. but still Russia&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with some generic pictures. in this entry. You can click on these images for larger versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me at Red Square, with bags, cameras and hats hanging all over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Notice the square is not as red as one might assume&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Red%20Square%20-%20Peter%20-%20r1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Red%20Square%20-%20Peter%20-%20r1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/red%20square%20-%20cathedral%20-%20r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/red%20square%20-%20cathedral%20-%20r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the cathedral on Red Square. The Tsar hired the two best architects in the world to build it. When they were done he poked out their eyes. Nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Library%20-%20James%20-%20r8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Library%20-%20James%20-%20r8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And this is James by the Moscow City Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Library%20-%20birds%20-%20r8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Library%20-%20birds%20-%20r8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are a bunch of birds by the Moscow City Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More to come in the next exciting episode of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Journal of NorthLion!&lt;br /&gt;Save the cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113778062067784791?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113778062067784791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113778062067784791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113778062067784791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113778062067784791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/01/asian-gifts.html' title='Asian gifts.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113735466156583834</id><published>2006-01-15T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:10:49.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me Roar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/weblion-portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/weblion-portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am Peter, hear me roar!&lt;br /&gt;I have stated before that I am letting myself be overworked again this term, perhaps even more so than last. But you know what? It's ok. I'm getting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoko&lt;/strong&gt; asked me if I could be in her fairy tale.. This is what happened. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shoko is a japanese girl&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Peetah.. Will yuo bee in my faryutale?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know.. I'm sorry, I am completely full up, I don't think I can..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You be playing lion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... ... Acctually I think I might have a few openings. I'll do it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yupp.. I'll be playing a lion and I get to eat the main character. It was kinda fun when she was giving me the character-line and mindprint. She was sitting there telling me fact about lions. Me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The NorthLion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She had no facts that I did not already know. She told me about the first documented case of white lions born in Timbavati and I told her their names, the names of their parents, and their uncle. It's the part I was born to play, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no new pictures today. I'll give you the Christmas Card I promised of the &lt;strong&gt;littleoak&lt;/strong&gt; AKA &lt;strong&gt;Neko&lt;/strong&gt;, AKA &lt;strong&gt;Joanna&lt;/strong&gt;. And in the near future I'll shower you with pictures from my &lt;strong&gt;russia trip&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/joanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry belated Christmas. Or early Merry Christmas 2006!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/jocke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/jocke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to be fair, I'll give her bro some time in the spotlight. Here is &lt;strong&gt;big oak&lt;/strong&gt; AKA &lt;strong&gt;C-Rate&lt;/strong&gt; AKA &lt;strong&gt;Jocke&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget to &lt;strong&gt;Save the Cats&lt;/strong&gt; everybody!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113735466156583834?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113735466156583834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113735466156583834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113735466156583834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113735466156583834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/01/hear-me-roar.html' title='Hear me Roar!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113647162605107022</id><published>2006-01-05T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:23:08.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/newportme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/newportme.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well.. Everyone is a "new them" most of the time. The changes might be slight, but changes is what life is all about. The more the change, the more life. Just make sure changes you go through are for the better. Some things you don't want to change and fair enough, why fix what isn't borken? But never stop walking forward. You can take certain things with you, but never stop walking.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what an intro. Anyway, since my last entry I have been back to Sweden after having had a christmas party with people at the school. It was interesting having a big party on a stage with all actors. Everyone pretended to be eachother at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/cabaret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying back was a bit of a hassle since the plane couldn't land on the intended airport. We had to go on to another airport and the bastards didn't tell the people waiting for the passangers on the ground. What did I do in Sweden you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well for one, I worked. Gotta earn some dough, right? I hung out with the oaks, we played some video games, had some fun, me and Joanna played '&lt;em&gt;hunting&lt;/em&gt;' where I was the predator and she was the prey. She kept lying, claiming she wasn't in on the game, but &lt;em&gt;she&lt;strong&gt; was&lt;/strong&gt; playing&lt;/em&gt;! She acted just like prey when I was going for her! Ran away and hid and stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met some oldies, Kaj, Erik, Thomas and Thomas' brother Kim. That was a pleasant reminder of the times that were. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/mtowen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/narnia_aslan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/narnia_aslan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas holidays were spent enjoying some time with various relatives. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/narnia_aslan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my two sisters went to see &lt;strong&gt;Narnia&lt;/strong&gt;, which, despite some problems certain people love to whine about, was very enjoyable. It's &lt;em&gt;Aslan&lt;/em&gt;, people!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Aslan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the X-Mas days I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T-Hat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and grooved with some of the old gang. Hannah, Patrik, Bjorn, Malin (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not originally &lt;em&gt;part &lt;/em&gt;of the old gang but certainly assimilated into it&lt;/span&gt;), Nefus, Niklas and even Neil made his way to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T-Hat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the holidays! We had a nice time, and promised to have one again soon (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sooner than one whole year anyway&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Hannah has just suffered a great personal tragedy and I made myself ready to be all the support she needed but she amazed me quite a bit with her strength regarding the whole thing She was definetly on top of things during the times we spent together. I just hope she doesn't bottle it all up and save it for when she is alone. Don't worry about exposing us to it, Hannah, we want to be part of it, because we are your friends and we want to be part of all aspects of your life, to enjoy the nice bits with you and help share the bad bits.&lt;br /&gt;But I do understand. I realize I probably do the same thing. I most definetly do, I even remember a time when Hannah was trying to help me through a rough situation and even if it wasn't as rough as this one, I placed my bad emotions far away from everyone I knew and cared about. Now I realize that deception isn't what true friends want. They want you. All of you.&lt;br /&gt;So Hannah, I will do my best to open up in the future. And please continue to be strong, but if you need to speak to someone I will make myself availbale (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok my ear might not be the most convienient one to contact at the moment but I will make myself available if you ask&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Next holiday we shall have &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hawt eyes belong to Hannah. But what is she doing? Guess and you will see in my next entry (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this isn't acctually a contest as Hannah can't compete. But the the first to get it right wille arn the respect of many&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/hannaheyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years was spent in Gotene with my sister's family and much snow fighting was involved. I flew back to England, came back to school and here I am. Back on track. Just to think.. next holiday I will be halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, we are doing some Kung-Fu in school. That is awsome! Also, I am working on version 16 of the horror script. I know I should have had it done sooner, but christmas was a very busy time, and applying the latest feedback took more work than I though. Rest assured that it is coming tough, and it is shaping up to be pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was gonna have a pic of the oaks here but they are back on my laptop. You'll see them in the next entry, I swe&lt;/span&gt;ar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113647162605107022?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113647162605107022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113647162605107022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113647162605107022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113647162605107022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New year, new me.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113484725511307583</id><published>2005-12-17T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:20:59.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Svea Rike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  That is where I'll be in three days from now. I will try out my new laptop. WOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, What have I been up to? Well, on the tuesday I went to the ballet to see &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really really nice I must say, I never thought I would enjoy the ballet. It is running to sometime mid-February, so if youhave a chance, see it. &lt;strong&gt;Matthew Bourne&lt;/strong&gt;, who directed it got a great deal of publicity for his production of Swan Lake - &lt;em&gt;with an all men cast&lt;/em&gt;. So anoyone who wants to combat my masculinity for seing a ballet, think about this. At least I didn't go to see&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ballet. The next day we had a Street Dance class with the UK champion, who eill be competing against the US champion tomorrow, sunday. That's pretty cool. He was impressed by how quickly we picked the moves up. His name is &lt;strong&gt;Marlon&lt;/strong&gt; and he dances in a group called &lt;strong&gt;Flawless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a small part in Claire's graduation production, which I will go do right now in fact. Tomorrow I am going to a christmas party with people from school, and then I'll go to Sweden. See you guys!&lt;br /&gt;This here is the event in which MY teacher will be competing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/USA-v-UK-Flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113484725511307583?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113484725511307583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113484725511307583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113484725511307583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113484725511307583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/12/svea-rike.html' title='Svea Rike'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113430745216501194</id><published>2005-12-11T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T05:34:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry about yesterday, I had to finish the entry quickly due to being kicked out of the internet cafe. How can they have the nerve to close at 11pm when I still have work to do! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I told you about the wedding, but what happaned after? Well, I went back to England where I suddenly transformed into an adult or something. I turned &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;. Nah... I seriously doubt that adult thing. Anyway, My parents and my grandparents on my father's side came over to London to see me. That was very nice, we went out to eat, we saw the tower of London, where &lt;strong&gt;Marianne&lt;/strong&gt;, my grandmother had a very interesting conversation with a raven, and they joined me at my house and celebrated my transition into.. &lt;em&gt;twentyfiveness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left to right, my grandfather &lt;strong&gt;Karl-Erik&lt;/strong&gt; and my grandmother, trying out a new hat in the tower of London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one suits her quite well I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My father at Tower Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mother in... some place we ended up when we got lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me in the same place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After they went home, did I get to rest? Not really. School got totally busy close to the exam. All the directors needed to show their pieces before the last week so rehearsals went on way past midnight. After that week, did it get easier? No way, the preparations for the exam kept us all in school past 01:00 every night. On the thursday I got home past 04:00! Buy you know what? I liked it. Even now I don't have a lot of time to relax as I am in Claire's final Production, and two more pieces due last week of term. But you know what... It's all great! It's ok to be worked like an animal if you do it for something you enjoy. And I sort of like the animal analogy. Anyway, there was a picture contest due ages ago. Sorry about that but it appears that I was not the only one being busy. There was only one entry, which will then automatically be crowned winner. Congratulations &lt;strong&gt;Marcus Hammar&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I will not show the new high score here as this contest got a little.. well it wasn't really a contest with only one contestant. Here is the picture though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of.. snowmen... inspired by me and the creator, Marcus. The one on the left is me, as I am holding my trusty machete and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/marcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/marcus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one on the right is, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more or less it for the big update, double entry. I will have another contest like this one so that more people have time to join.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I want most for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.worldwildlife.org/forms/adoptionCenter_1.cfm?donorsrc=leftnav&amp;winter05=leftnav"&gt;A snow leopard!&lt;/a&gt; The other species will do too, but mostly I want a snowkitty. I've been a really good &lt;strong&gt;boy &lt;/strong&gt;this tear and I have worked hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there is a PS. In the tower of London I saw someone who reminded me of mr &lt;strong&gt;Neil Martin.&lt;/strong&gt; Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1777.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113430745216501194?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113430745216501194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113430745216501194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113430745216501194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113430745216501194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-were-back.html' title='And we&apos;re back...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113425134231576525</id><published>2005-12-10T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:33:27.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live again!</title><content type='html'>That's right. I am back.&lt;br /&gt;I have been absent from this journal(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not blog&lt;/span&gt;) for quite a while, but believe me, I had my reasons. The important thing is; here I am and I have a big update for you.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the wedding of my big sister Linda and her, now husband, Lars Gunnarsson. I must say this wedding was somethign special and I'm not just saying this because she is my sister, it really was great. I sang in it you see XD&lt;br /&gt;No really, the whole thing was fantastic. Big family get together, a ceremony in a very old little church, older acctually, than Sweden itself. The party afterwards really cool, many friends and relatives showed up and the mood was just great. I also held a little speach, which I was quite proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/malin%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/malin%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beautiful copuple, dancing on the wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/malin%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/malin%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This here is my sister. But of course you knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Fiolv%3F%3Fgen%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are both my sisters. Karin held a speach too, by the way. I don't think I have ever seen anyone that nervous before in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/malin%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bride and her bridesmaids. Left to right, cousin, friend, bride, friend, sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Fiolv%3F%3Fgen%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rebecka, Linda's daughter, also did some entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Kamera%20167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saga also helped.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;message to the world: People, turn DATES on your camera OFF!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/malin%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me, looking like a dork. The man in the corner is my dad.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Fiolv%3F%3Fgen%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was the wedding sorry no time left internet cafe closing, I will have to continue this update tomorrow, by the way &lt;strong&gt;save the cats&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113425134231576525?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113425134231576525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113425134231576525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113425134231576525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113425134231576525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-live-again.html' title='I live again!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113199763727454382</id><published>2005-11-14T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:30:09.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000212.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000212.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I didn't keep my own deadline about the contest.. Thing is there is a lot going on at school and I've got Linda's wedding to think about. I am moving the deadline of the art contest until I am safe and sound back in England after the wedding. This will give ya'all some more time as well. At november 22nd it should be ok. &lt;strong&gt;New deadline November 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That will probably be my next entry since I am so friggin megabusy!&lt;br /&gt;Still love what we do here.. I just miss the possey!&lt;br /&gt;See ya later, possey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! One more thing! I am going to play &lt;strong&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/strong&gt; on stage! Ain't that.. funny!?&lt;br /&gt;I never realized it before.. but that is a brilliantly funny character! And not to forget, Ior brings a wonderful light (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or darkness&lt;/span&gt;) to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/pooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I bear any resemblance? Hmm.. Guess I will have to rely on my acting skills. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bear pun unintentional. Honest!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. at least they didn't ask me to play&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Belle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats while I'm gone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113199763727454382?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113199763727454382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113199763727454382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113199763727454382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113199763727454382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah yeah...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113138962133064783</id><published>2005-11-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:19:19.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful film!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000194.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000194.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I don't post as often as I used to but I'm making up for it by filling this entry with lots and lots of nice pictures! And guys, the more feedback I get the more isnpiration I get to write more, remember that. anyway... The other day I went to see &lt;strong&gt;Tim Burton's Corpse Bride&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/cb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/cb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will not go into a full review here, but I will tell you I loved the film! I couldn't find one single thing I didn't like, it was just a pure pleasure to watch! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/cb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/cb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way the stop-motion animation and the voice talents blend in with the music by &lt;strong&gt;Danny Elfman&lt;/strong&gt; is just breathtaking! See this beautiful film, or you're missing something fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we at the school had a voice class at the &lt;strong&gt;Old Vic Theatre&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1770.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1770.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where &lt;strong&gt;Kevin Spacey&lt;/strong&gt; is currently playing Richard II and &lt;strong&gt;Sir Ian McKellen &lt;/strong&gt;will soon be in a production of Aladdin. The stage is beautiful and standing in what &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1773.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PICT1773.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lawrence Olivier&lt;/strong&gt; called "the sweet spot", filling the auditiorium with your voice is a special feeling indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards some of us took &lt;strong&gt;Emma&lt;/strong&gt; in the first year class to an Italian resturant, since it was her 25th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I sang Happy Birthday to her twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Left to right; Louise, Erika, Emma.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/bdtrio.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have finally finished a new version of the short film script, and sent it out to those it concerns. It took a while, but it sort had to. Hope you all enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to my baby sister who is now 21 years old! &lt;strong&gt;go Karin!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/gruff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And people.. Are you wortking on pictures for me? Pleeease?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113138962133064783?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113138962133064783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113138962133064783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113138962133064783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113138962133064783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/11/wonderful-film.html' title='Wonderful film!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113078442340902385</id><published>2005-10-31T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:07:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kick ass! (or hit chin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/frankbradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/frankbradley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yepp. I was in Sally's final production, &lt;strong&gt;Gaslight&lt;/strong&gt; as Mr. Frank Bradley&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I got to knock the villain out and save the day! the final preformance was a huge success and everyobdy loved our fightscene! And just look at that &lt;strong&gt;manly &lt;/strong&gt;mustach!&lt;br /&gt;The first year student &lt;strong&gt;Mikael Brolin&lt;/strong&gt; was doing the lights and he helped us with the stage combat, as he is a professional stuntman. &lt;a href="http://www.mickebrolin.se"&gt;His Webpage with showreel and stuff.&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards we went to an indian resturant and a french woman (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mother of the man who played the villain&lt;/span&gt;) payed for my expensive meal for some reason! Yay again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new japanese housemate, &lt;strong&gt;Kayoko&lt;/strong&gt;, who, like Ruriko is also an &lt;em&gt;aroma therapist.&lt;/em&gt; As a matter of fact, I am going there now to recieve an oily massage for free! For some reason they are very persistant in letting them rub my muscles &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(uh huhu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am setting a deadline for the art contest! Have the pictures emailed to me by November 12! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;save the cats or else!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/frankpunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113078442340902385?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113078442340902385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113078442340902385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113078442340902385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113078442340902385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-kick-ass-or-hit-chin.html' title='I kick ass! (or hit chin)'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-113009539128136843</id><published>2005-10-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:58:45.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Film of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0001932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fun test! which director would direct the film about my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;James L. Brooks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your film will be 56% romantic, 42% comedy, 50% complex plot, and a $ 41 million budget. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmography: Terms of Endearment, Spanglish, As Good As It Gets, Broadcast News, etc. He also is responsible for bringing The Simpsons to TV (from when he produced The Tracy Ullman Show). It's likely that the audience will cry if Jimmy makes your film. In fact, the Simpsons writing team gave the name "Jimmies" to those sweet, tender, loving moments that end some Simpsons episodes. Also, that's he who says, "How about some sponge cake? With a brandy glaze! Muwahaha!" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/110/596/11159777880591814326/mt1123112765.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="102" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="48" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;68%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;action-romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="113" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="37" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;75%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;humor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="134" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;89%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;complexity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="126" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="24" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;84%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;budget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=11683900315001458180"&gt;The Director Who Films Your Life Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=11159777880591814326"&gt;bingomosquito&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the test and tell me how it went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;save the cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-113009539128136843?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/113009539128136843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=113009539128136843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113009539128136843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/113009539128136843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/10/film-of-my-life.html' title='The Film of my Life'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112998861777582566</id><published>2005-10-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T07:49:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/me1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day a big piece of North London was without electricity. At first it was annoying since we did a lot of things late in school. But it turned out to be quite cozy and peaceful with candle light. No one was stressing, and no noises were heard. At one point I walked on Seven Sister's Road.. normally a very busy street with many lights, now it was dead. Black.. empty. It gave me a nifty Apocalyptic feeling. Also I got a hug from Erica, she is a good hugger. Look at this pic, in the dark one could do many funny things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, so my camera wouldn't take very clear pictures, but here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North London&lt;/span&gt;.. hmm.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NorthLion in North London.&lt;/span&gt; That sounds really cool! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I took another friggin personality test. These things have it in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nalaholic/1046043818_cturesnala.jpg" border="0" alt="nala" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nala a beautiful young lioness who is both kind,&lt;br /&gt;loving and in search of her true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nalaholic/quizzes/which%20main%20character%20from%20the%20lion%20king%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; which main character from the lion king are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the test on the DVD!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though, yesterday I worked on a stage set with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hammers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powertools&lt;/span&gt; so my masculinity is intact! Today I did children's classes and tonight I am rehersing my part in Sally's graduation play! I get to beat up the bad guy! Go me! Go testosterone! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byt the way, about that contest, I would like to add, you do not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to flatter me!&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; remind anyone of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112998861777582566?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112998861777582566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112998861777582566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112998861777582566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112998861777582566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/10/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112966517840013929</id><published>2005-10-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:58:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grind to the bone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/newgroovypicofme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/newgroovypicofme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired. So tired. I have many pieces to work on for school apart from all the classes. But, as usual, I'm still loving it. Apparently I will be getting a new housemate. Another japanese girl, whose name is Kayoko. She'll be moving in around November.  I'm getting to know the new first year students, some of them are really nice! Also, I found out that we will be meeting Kevin Spacey again. Things are good and getting better. Sadly, I don't have much to write about, since no actual big events have occured. But I CAN give you guys another contest!&lt;br /&gt;How about this? An &lt;strong&gt;ART&lt;/strong&gt; contest!&lt;br /&gt;I want you to MAKE a picture, or a comic strip that has to do with either me, or the artist making it. It can be a portrait, a caricature, a character of mine, a character you create based on me or a &lt;em&gt;what-if&lt;/em&gt;* picture of me or a situation I, or me AND the artist have been in etc etc etc, or it can be one of the artist, updating me on what's going on over there.&lt;br /&gt;Use you imagination. It doesn't have to be &lt;em&gt;Mona-Lisa quality&lt;/em&gt;, I know that not all of you would consider yourselves aritists but at least put some effort into it to show you care.&lt;br /&gt;I will judge it mainly on how big my emotional reaction is, and how much I can relate to it. Of course, being an art contest, the technique will matter a bit, but as I said the main thing is that the picture makes a clear connection between me and the artist.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the connections, dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, it is all in good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*A what-if picture is a spectulative picture embodying an idea of, such as; "what if Peter was a starfighterpilot, what would he do, and what would it look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Jeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture I threw together of Neil's character, Jeb Feer. if it wasn't for the fact that he designed the character, this could have been considered as a what-if picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats,&lt;/strong&gt; or I will be angry! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112966517840013929?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112966517840013929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112966517840013929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112966517840013929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112966517840013929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/10/grind-to-bone.html' title='Grind to the bone.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112896337980842630</id><published>2005-10-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:08:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WinAmp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/GHAAA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/GHAAA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gah!&lt;/strong&gt; Well.. I'll start with the fun stuff. Saturday at my school there are children's classes and the 2nd year studens (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;such as myself&lt;/span&gt;) can, if they wish, assist. I have it a shot and you know what? Children can be really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; good actors when they want to! Taking care of kids was acctually be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;As for the Gah.. well. Here are some answers to the new questions that we asked the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mediaplayer about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conny's questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should Peter go for a career behind or in front of the camera?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Future 3 Soundtrack - The future isn't written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Wise answer I suppose.. and honest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/RoboCop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/RoboCop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was Peter moving to England a good idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Robocop SoundTrack - Drive to Jones' office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Going to do what must be done. Yepp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the next film Peter will work with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem For a Dream Soundtrack - Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon me, but hasn't that film already been made? the same thing goes for all the soundtracks I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What does Peter think of Conny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cat Power - Baby doll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Baby. Black is all you see. Dont you want to be free?' hehe.. suit yourself, asking such a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah's questions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does Peter really dream about at night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Mermaid - Under the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am NOT the little mermaid! And I've already GOT legs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will the love of Peters life be like?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;X-Men Soundtrack - Logan &amp; Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah.. that works I guess. As long as I'm Logan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Peter's biggest problem?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/mulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/mulan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan Soundtrack - I'll make a man out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o_O"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/catwomanandbatman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/catwomanandbatman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly: is Peter really a girl?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Batman Returns Soundtrack - Cat Suite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The film is a bout Batman! What track it is doesn't matter! &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, from now on I'm using &lt;strong&gt;Winamp!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And YES I still want you to &lt;strong&gt;save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112896337980842630?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112896337980842630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112896337980842630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112896337980842630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112896337980842630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/10/winamp.html' title='WinAmp!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112862158369483090</id><published>2005-10-06T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:05:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondbrudar. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah... We're working on a routine in Jazz dance. A routine to the theme song of &lt;strong&gt;Goldfinger&lt;/strong&gt;. A routine which, apparently is a pole dancing routine. What's the point of having a hairy chest and strong muscles if one ends up doing a pole dancing routine, getting demasculated by one's mediaplayer and post femmepics of oneself on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ask more questions to my Mediaplayer! Do you not want to know anything about me? Hannah? Bjorn? Somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The new litter is quite fun. Three of them went with us Veterans to a theatre trip, we saw &lt;strong&gt;The Philantropist&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;Donmar.&lt;/strong&gt; Good play, good play. And we got to speak to the cast and the director in a Q&amp;A afterwards. The three 1st year students who came along will be presented thusly: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/danell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/danell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erica Danell.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;) This is her "&lt;em&gt;evil look&lt;/em&gt;" or so she sais. She likes Coca Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/doorasi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/doorasi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doorasi&lt;/strong&gt;... (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt;) I think.. I have no idea how his named should be spelled. Anyway, he can do a handstand already! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/mikael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/mikael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikael.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;) Don't know his last name. He is a stuntman! So I imagine he can do a handstand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, please give more fun questions to my mediaplayer, and I promise to have a fun contest for you soon. Also, &lt;strong&gt;save the cats, or else!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Never thought I'd be able to put poledancing on my resume. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112862158369483090?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112862158369483090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112862158369483090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112862158369483090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112862158369483090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/10/bondbrudar.html' title='Bondbrudar. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112810581550389345</id><published>2005-09-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:46:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a tough week. Don't have any new pictures for you, because of tiredness. It is is fun to watch the first-year students learn. Just imagine... One year ago I was like them. It is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to expand the mediaplayer test a little. I want you who read this to give me new questions I can ask my mediaplayer, and the answers will come in next entry!&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;strong&gt;What do you all want to know about me?&lt;/strong&gt; Let us ask my &lt;strong&gt;mediaplayer!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PICT1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I get some new pictures, you will keep getting ones from my Sweden trip. This is mr &lt;strong&gt;BigOak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112810581550389345?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112810581550389345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112810581550389345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112810581550389345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112810581550389345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112775569198423899</id><published>2005-09-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:31:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/myblueeye4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/myblueeye4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good old acrobatics.. I am knackered.. Anyway, I will begin by giving you some slightly old news. My japanese housemate Ruriko was robbed the other day. Some assholes grabbed her from behind took her bag and ran. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/rurikocheeredup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/rurikocheeredup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had over £300 in there along with all her things like cards, phone and keys. We spent yesterday evening cheering her up. Does she look cheered up? (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pay no attention to the unmade bed in the background, it is only an illusion&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the guys from the new class comes from the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;M-Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apparently, he knew a lot of people I know! and went in the same class as&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; BigOak! &lt;/span&gt;Small friggin world!&lt;br /&gt;I will now give you my reslut in a fun test I stole from Silvestris, who stole it from an array of people. The trick is to let Media Player tell you who you are. You load all your songs into a playlist and let it select songs randomly as answers to these questions. Here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/tifa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/tifa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What do you think of me, Windows Media Player&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Final Fantasy VII soundtrack – Tifa’s Theme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Me? &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tifa?&lt;/span&gt; Not you too, MediaPlayer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/queen-of-the-damned1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/queen-of-the-damned1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queen of the Damn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ed Soundtrack – Cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Uh oh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Ok hang on just a minute here. Cold.. Fine! Damned.. ok, I'll be a vampire but what is this queen business! Did Hannah put you up to this, Mediaplayer!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leonard Cohen – Love itself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Wow.. really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nightwish – Ever dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: rightfont-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Sigh… Thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/SimbaNalaSnuggle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/SimbaNalaSnuggle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What does [insert significant other] think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lion King Soundtrack – Can you feel the love tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;YES! SCORE! All I need now is a significant other to apply it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cat Power – Moonshiner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;… I should find happiness in drinking vast amounts of alcohol. You suck as a role model, man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Final Fantasy – Continue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Life goes on? Now we’re talki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;ng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Why must life be so full of pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ennio Morricone – Lonesome Billy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Yeah… sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Soundtrack – the Spiders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Uhh.. I… ummmm… Oh! I see! A bit of danger and excitement! That’s what you mean, right? Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twins – Going to Santa Fe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Twins? Really? Wow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will I die happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leonard Cohen – Light as a breeze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. oh well... a bit boring perhaps but I can think of worse ways to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Can you give me some advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ennio Morricone - Childhood and manhood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Shut up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Do you know where your children are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Requiem for a dream Soundtrack – Coney Island Dreaming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you ARE scaring me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What do you think happiness is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Last Crusade Soundtrack – Keeper of the Holy Grail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I must find the grail? Is that a metaphor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/ghostanddarkadv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/ghostanddarkadv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What's your favorite fetish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Ghost and the Darkness Soundtrack – Preparations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)"&gt;Hmm… Man eating lions... Silly humans thinking they stand a chans.. *licks my fangs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)"&gt;Does that suit me? I'm not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's it for today. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/span&gt; Specially the man eating lions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"   style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112775569198423899?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112775569198423899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112775569198423899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112775569198423899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112775569198423899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-in-school.html' title='Back in school'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112758174878953767</id><published>2005-09-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T10:49:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Citezen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT15741.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I'm getting used to travelling. I recently landed in London and there is no special feeling about it. It has become an everyday occurance (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not literally&lt;/span&gt;) The world may be pretty big, but still it is only one place. There is really only one place. It is only my thinking about my surroundings that make it seem like different places. And the company. Home is not where the heart is, let's face it, the heart could be anywhere. Home is where your friends are. I miss you guys! I'm doing my best to visit ya'all! Come see me too! It'll be fun! We'll go see all the nifty&lt;strong&gt; lion&lt;/strong&gt; statues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, today is &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Hannah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Have a good one! Apart from the symbol of the contradiction in Russian patriotism, I will give you one more gift. I will send it by snailmail. I am not rich, so do not expect a diamond, but I think it can be considered fun. I just thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am back in &lt;em&gt;Brittland.&lt;/em&gt; Haven't even got home yet, so this will be a quick one. Tomorrow I'll go say hi to people around the school before monday.. seing the new 1st year studens will be fun. See you all around christmas all you Swedes! hugs!&lt;br /&gt;As long as you &lt;strong&gt;save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PICT1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As today's finale, I will give you one more picture from my Swedish holiday. I realized I have not shown a lot of pictures of my youngest neice, Clara. Here she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112758174878953767?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112758174878953767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112758174878953767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112758174878953767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112758174878953767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/world-citezen.html' title='World Citezen'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112707818987949969</id><published>2005-09-18T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:41:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/anotherme2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/anotherme2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Labour day is an American tradition. It is the day that no one does any labour. This is my holiday, where I get no rest. I am not complaining, I met old friends during the weekend so I had a good time. I have got to steal one evening of sleep though, before I go back to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brittland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/janni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/janni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well. On the Friday I got to the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;T-hat&lt;/span&gt; and met up with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Janni&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;. We had a nice reuinion and the gals had some... verbal fights. No catfight occured though, if it did I would have shown pictures. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/meandhannah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/meandhannah1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on the the &lt;strong&gt;Pianobar&lt;/strong&gt;, where I found out that it is about to be closed down. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest in piece, pianobar, you will be missed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/patnickandme1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/patnickandme1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this bar I met up with &lt;b&gt;Patrik&lt;/b&gt; and his bro &lt;b&gt;Niklas&lt;/b&gt;. They have, like most &lt;strong&gt;T-hatters&lt;/strong&gt; nowadauys, become total&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;WoW&lt;/em&gt; junkies.&lt;/strong&gt; I spent the night at Hannah and Patrik's place.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/grooming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/grooming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently I must have been quite dirty, because one of their cats, &lt;strong&gt;Boris&lt;/strong&gt;, saw it fit to give me a grooming. We watched &lt;strong&gt;the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/strong&gt; Great musical! Tim Curry is cool. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day I went to my cusin &lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday party. He has now hit the big &lt;em&gt;Three-O &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/andreas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/andreas1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night I went back to the T-hat and reunited with Nefus. We spoke, laughed, drank and played computer games. Good old classmate of mine. Then I went to get some sleep at Hannah and Patrik's place once again. Boris had other plans, however. He required petting as payment for the earlier grooming and after that, his housemate &lt;strong&gt;Frans &lt;/strong&gt;also wanted petting and I couldn't be unfair so petting was applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/mote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/mote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following day we had a meeting about the short film &lt;strong&gt;Dödsbo&lt;/strong&gt;. I have now met &lt;strong&gt;Li&lt;/strong&gt;, who is to be something like &lt;strong&gt;Production Design&lt;/strong&gt; on the film. Good old &lt;strong&gt;Andreas Sollien&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Conny&lt;/strong&gt; were also at the meeting. After the meeting we met &lt;strong&gt;Björn&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we had lunch. After lunch, Björn&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;went home and the rest of us helped on the shoot of a music video. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/li2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/li2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/li.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his last picture is a picture of Li, holding a reflector. Welcome to our world, miss Li. Please wear a helmet. And always bring your toothbrush. Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save the cats, people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edit: Li asked me to censor the this picture of her. Let this be a lesson! Be careful with what you wish for &lt;strong&gt;BWUAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112707818987949969?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112707818987949969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112707818987949969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112707818987949969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112707818987949969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/opposites.html' title='Opposites.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112688289821831864</id><published>2005-09-16T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:07:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yaawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0002331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0002331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am tired... Got up early today and went to work.. Today it invloved much heavy lifting and carrying. I got the bluetooth headset for my phone to work. Now I can look like a vantrue yuppie, yay! In a few hours I will be in &lt;strong&gt;T-hat,&lt;/strong&gt; vistin' the old homies. I don't have much time to seek people out, so I ask everyone who wants to meet me to be at the &lt;strong&gt;Pianobar &lt;em&gt;tonight. I am very tired, yes but I will be somewhat alert for the reunion..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then I will snuggle up on Hannah's floor and sleep. Maybe sofa... Depends...&lt;br /&gt;Say what? Oh! the contest! Well.. here we go.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the winning captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PICT1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I turn the webcam this way that zombie in the middle of my room might go away.. no? Damn..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Björn Swendsén,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;, welcome to the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Contest_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Mmmm... Finally, a swedish ear"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Conny Andersson,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3 points&lt;/strong&gt;. Should have been in English though, dude.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PICT1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PICT1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's true! Fedus-head-nurse from south park IS based on a real person!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Hannah Lemoine, 2 points&lt;/strong&gt;. This would probably have been funnier if I knew who this "&lt;em&gt;Fedus-headed-nurse&lt;/em&gt;" was... Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Positions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah now has 45 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conny now has 25 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silvestris and Marcus still have 10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Frida and Björn have 5 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you soon guys! And as always, &lt;strong&gt;save the cats&lt;/strong&gt; or prepare to be horribly mutilated! Hugs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112688289821831864?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112688289821831864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112688289821831864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112688289821831864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112688289821831864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/yaawn.html' title='yaawn..'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112656221057217809</id><published>2005-09-12T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:19:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/meagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/meagain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bit weary. Work... I've been running around like crazy at the hospital, inspecting the possibilities of IP TeleKom upgrades. And guess what! I have been volunteered for weekend work as well. And twelve hours per day! Don't remember volunteering for it, but I guess that's the way things go. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I've been hanging out a little bit with the oaks, and I just ordered my new computer! There is light in the universe sometimes. I'd like to have written more, but I am just too tired. I'll give you a picture.. Oh and by the way, I have the rest of my Russia pictures now, so you'll see some in a few days!&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to bed, I'll give you a fun little contest. This will be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;captions contest&lt;/span&gt;. First place will get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;5 points&lt;/span&gt;.. second place will get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;3 points&lt;/span&gt; and third place will get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2 points&lt;/span&gt;. Create speech bubbles, or a short story behind the next picture. It can be funny, a deep poem, a cool saying, anything.. as long as I like it. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PICT1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PICT1561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never forget to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;save the cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112656221057217809?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112656221057217809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112656221057217809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112656221057217809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112656221057217809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112643833734311298</id><published>2005-09-11T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T04:35:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTF!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/heyme3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/heyme3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I left for airport three hours before I had to. Got to Tottenham Hale and waited for the Stanstead Express Train. A train arrived and I got on expecting a 35 minute journey to the airport. 45 minutes later I realized something is wrong. I asked a girl sitting near me.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; going to Stanstead, right?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;I said, in a southern USA accent "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God damnit&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me more. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm flying to Sweden&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow... Have you ever been to Cambridge?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well. in 17 minutes, you will be&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whops&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I got on the wrong train and ended up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/span&gt;. Lucklily, the girl I met (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who was a clever solicitor by the way&lt;/span&gt;) managed to call some people and hook me up on a delayed train going from Cambridge to Stanstead. If that train had not been 40 minutes delayed, I would not have been able to board it and catch my flight. I screwed up, but the combigned efforts of my blind luck, and this marvelous girl (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn, I didn't even ask for her name!&lt;/span&gt;) I still made it to Sweden! I thanked her very much, and we had a nice chat. In Sweden I celebrated my grandfather's 80th birthday. Had a nice time with the family, and Moffe was as usual very happy to see me. That night me and Karin took a long walk under the night sky, talking about everything. Me and her can have really nice talks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; save the cats&lt;/span&gt;, then I will go visit&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the oaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/oaks%20fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/oaks%20fishing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112643833734311298?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112643833734311298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112643833734311298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112643833734311298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112643833734311298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/omgwtf.html' title='OMGWTF!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112628476665779821</id><published>2005-09-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:10:19.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama, I'm comin' home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh.&lt;/strong&gt; One year down, two to go! This time tomorrow I will be in Sweden for two weeks. Unfortunetly I will be working for most of the time, so the people in the Hat of the Troll will only see me next weekend. There is a small chance that some days I will work in Lidkoiping and then I will be able to be there for those days, if some kind soul would like to house a strange creature like myself. I can't say I never bite, but I am definetly housebroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed a lack of a daily entry yesterday. The day was full of educational schoolness. Don't worry, you know I'll always come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we showed &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Portrait of a Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We got fantastic feedback and we all had to endure many many compliments afterwards. It was said by the turtors that our acting had "&lt;em&gt;very high standard&lt;/em&gt;". This makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and for someone like me, who is already quite fuzzy, that means a lot. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/P42400021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/P42400021.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the last piece where I worked with &lt;strong&gt;Barbara Hatwell&lt;/strong&gt;. She was only doing the one year course.&lt;br /&gt;It was great workin with ya, Barb. Now go knock 'em dead! Me and Alex will move on to the next stage of the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jedi Academy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We shall be strong, we shall be great, we shall say a lot of naughty words in the green-room and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I must pack my bags and get ready for the flight. Therefore I shall leave you now. I will not leave you empty handed though. As usual you will get to see a nice picture just because you are nice people and do what you can to &lt;strong&gt;save the cats &lt;/strong&gt;every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/moffe%20and%20littleoak.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/moffe%20and%20littleoak1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/moffe%20and%20littleoak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are. &lt;strong&gt;Moffe &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Lil' oak&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh dear... Moffe.. I'll see you tomorrow buddy! And Oakie, I'll see you the day after! Keep yer flesh nice and tender for my teeth. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god... did I just &lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt; that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112628476665779821?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112628476665779821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112628476665779821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112628476665779821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112628476665779821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/mama-im-comin-home.html' title='Mama, I&apos;m comin&apos; home'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112611589078393058</id><published>2005-09-07T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:05:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is near...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000233.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How is everyone? Tomorrow we will show "&lt;strong&gt;A Portrait of a Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;em&gt;Tennessee Williams!&lt;/em&gt; Yep, I'm feelin good. In a few days I will be in Sweden as well. I have to be back in school in a little bit. This entry will be very short. In fact, this here, is it! Don't forget to &lt;strong&gt;save the cats&lt;/strong&gt;, and enjoy this here picture of my Niece, Rebecka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/becka%20in%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112611589078393058?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112611589078393058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112611589078393058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112611589078393058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112611589078393058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-is-near.html' title='The time is near...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112602734264838395</id><published>2005-09-06T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:47:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Peter goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0001943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the day that the wonderful contest will be judged! Let's waste no time. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the Peter goes too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/hannahelgon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="346" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/hannahelgon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hannah Lemoine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Because she sent me a picture that did indeed wake memories. Memories of friendships, nice times, fun games and sheer horror, all packed into a neat packet of humiliation and nostalgia. It conserned a certain lost bet. The word is.. &lt;strong&gt;intense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture I have sent is a memory of that one time I actually won over Peter (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no, not in fighting, he still blocks the hell out of me&lt;/span&gt;). And even though the punishment was awful and humiliating, Peter stood up like a man and took it. I laughed and laughed and laughed, and took pictures of it. Here is how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter and me sat in &lt;em&gt;sädesbingen&lt;/em&gt; one night, playing &lt;strong&gt;Trivial Pursuit&lt;/strong&gt;. We had both filled our pieces and it was all about who would get the last question. Peter's question was.&lt;em&gt; "Is there a chimp that has a black belt in Karate?"&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; or something like that&lt;/span&gt;) He answered no, animals don't get graded in martial arts. But apparently, they do! (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;creepy little monkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The deal was that if I lost, I would have to be made up as a clown at the next party I would go to. But since I won, Peter had to let me give him a make-over to look like a girl and take &lt;strong&gt;pictures!&lt;/strong&gt; It was a great evening, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Great evening indeed! *mutters* No, I am being mean, it was fun, and yes, I took it like a man! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a man with lipstick and fake eye-lashes&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will also be strong and share this picture with all of you, as I promised. (I mean it could have been worse, this is just a headshot after all)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Peter%20Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/Peter%20Girl.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There it is. Laugh it up folks, laugh it up. Spite everything though, it was a fun evening, Hannah! I'll be back soon for more fun evenings (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slightly different ones though&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? There is a runner-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Connykul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Connykul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hello to &lt;strong&gt;Conny Andersson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He pieced together a collage of pictures from when I was a photographer and we had great times filming together. It did bring back nice memories of the projects and the fun we had together. However, using many pictures instead of one seems a little greedy of him and it didn't specify one moment in time, so the feelings that arise are more genralized than focused meaning it doesn't get as intense as the memory of one moment in time can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was very nice to see however, and the picture is shown here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnifcient contest, wasn't it? I like, I like. On a sidenote, Hannah will actually recieve 2 Bonus points for taking the initiative to write comments in English. NorthLion's Journal is in English because I have some readers who are not so good at reading Swedish and so writing in English to the best of your ability is essential for the proper ettiquette. Bjorn did write his first comment in English, but quickly swung back to Swedish, so the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Bonus Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will go to Hannah. Now for the rest of the points. Hannah won the picture contest, giving her &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Points.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Conny was runner-up and will recieve &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The positions are as follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah has 43 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conny has 22 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silvestris and Marcus still have 10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Frida still has 5 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In tradition of this journal, do not forget you care about me (&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;North&lt;strong&gt;Lion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) by doing your best to &lt;strong&gt;save the cats.&lt;/strong&gt; A new wonderful contest will show up in a short while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What? You want a fun picture to finish off with? Take a glance earlier in the entry, man! You ain't gonna get a heavier laugh today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112602734264838395?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112602734264838395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112602734264838395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112602734264838395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112602734264838395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-peter-goes-to.html' title='And the Peter goes to...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112593965753128408</id><published>2005-09-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:05:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About &lt;strong&gt;24 hours&lt;/strong&gt; left. Where are the pictures, people? There's got to be something you can find or scrape together! &lt;em&gt;Come on!&lt;/em&gt; It is almost time to show the play. The set is looking messy (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's supposed to be messy so it's all good&lt;/span&gt;) and the costumes are all fixed. Not much more to say, really. I'll show you the people around my household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/leena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/leena.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Leena&lt;/strong&gt;, the landlady. She is Italian, but speaks like 4-5 different languages. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/ruriko%20melon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/ruriko%20melon.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruriko the Ninja!&lt;/strong&gt; She is japanese, and tought me to make Sushi! In this picture, she is eating watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/peter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/peter1.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is&lt;strong&gt; Peter the Greek.&lt;/strong&gt; He often visits Leena and us to talk about perverted japanese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/yuka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/yuka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Yuka&lt;/strong&gt;. She is a friend of Ruriko and I think she is a kind of magical anime character. that smile.. she always&lt;strong&gt; always&lt;/strong&gt; has it. The guy in the background is &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;, Leena's son. He is a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two individuals who have managed to avoid having their pictures taken. Never fear though, I'll get them soon enough. Lookie here, the results of my &lt;em&gt;Sushi Lesson!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/sushi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not forget to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save the Cats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112593965753128408?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112593965753128408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112593965753128408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112593965753128408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112593965753128408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112585680166844335</id><published>2005-09-04T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:36:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention all Britts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I know you pride yourselves in being helpful and I think it is a very commendable trait, I really do. &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, I must make one little request... If someone asks you for directions, and you do not know how to help, it is &lt;strong&gt;far &lt;/strong&gt;more helpful to be honest and say "&lt;em&gt;I don't know&lt;/em&gt;" than to make an answer up. This morning on the way to &lt;strong&gt;Hampstead Heath&lt;/strong&gt; I found out that the bus didn't stop at it's normal place this weekend and I should get on it by &lt;strong&gt;Morris Place.&lt;/strong&gt; I asked a bloke in the station about directions to this Morris place, and he sends me off walking in the opposite direction for 40 minutes! Morris place was acctually just around the opposite corner! &lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt;, if you do not know the way, don't make one up! It is very unlikely to, due to extreme luck, turn out to be the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/hampstead%20heath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/hampstead%20heath2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After getting that off my chest, I'll tell you about my walk. I got off the bus by a forest and walked straight in. A stranger in a wild forest, I love that feeling. I didn't think it was possible to get it so close to London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/hampstead%20heath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/hampstead%20heath1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice trees, nice lakes, and a castle I couldn't find, must've been one of those invisble castles. You know the ones hidden away by &lt;em&gt;magic and sorcery!&lt;/em&gt; Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/garden1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did find a huge mansion though. I couldn't get into the yard, but it was surrounded by a garden and walls that you could walk on top of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/garden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/garden2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The walls were groovy, some trees and other plants were growing around them, starting to cover them. Closer to Hampstead the forest turned into a touristy, picnick type-park. Not really my &lt;em&gt;cup of tea&lt;/em&gt;, but I can see it was a nice place for people who take picnicks. I bought an ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days before the picture contest will be judged. Come on people, hurry up! &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt; isn't even getting any resitance here. Are you going to let a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; win!? (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wink* to Hannah, who is probably giggling hysterically right now&lt;/span&gt;) So go &lt;strong&gt;save the cats&lt;/strong&gt;, find/make a picture that binds us and wakes memories! Waste no more time! &lt;strong&gt;GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112585680166844335?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112585680166844335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112585680166844335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112585680166844335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112585680166844335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/attention-all-britts.html' title='Attention all Britts!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112576404222057713</id><published>2005-09-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:42:27.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a good boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/rest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not much to report today so this will be a quickie. I'm relaxed. I have cleaned my room, had some nachos and decided to go for a walk tomorrow in &lt;strong&gt;Hampstead Heath&lt;/strong&gt;. Foresty! I'll take a few pictures with the crappy camera in my phone. Now it is time for me to do some more relaxing. In one week from now I will be in Sweden. Who wants to say hi and give me a hug? Time for me to sign off for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Magic%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Magic%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go &lt;strong&gt;save the cats&lt;/strong&gt;, and enjoy this picture until tomorrow. Looks kinda magical, don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112576404222057713?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112576404222057713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112576404222057713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112576404222057713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112576404222057713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-such-good-boy.html' title='I am such a good boy'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112568512590473502</id><published>2005-09-02T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:18:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death pain and destruction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/GHAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/GHAAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the second entry I write today. The former one you will not be able to read. It was titled "Ahh nice". Yes it is slightly different to this one, I did have some nice things in it. It took me 20 minutes to write and when it was time to update my journal, Netscape decided to take a nap. Gharh! People.. try to avoid me for a while, I feel the uncontrollable urge to bite people. There will be a more pleasant entry tomorrow. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But I still want you to &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112568512590473502?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112568512590473502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112568512590473502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112568512590473502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112568512590473502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/death-pain-and-destruction.html' title='Death pain and destruction!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112559529006818264</id><published>2005-09-01T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:42:35.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0001941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people like &lt;strong&gt;Mac&lt;/strong&gt;, some people like &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt;. Fair enough, they call out to different kinds of people. I am over my hatered of Mac, because I have realized that it is just an option for people who like that sort of thing. Yes there are things about the Mac that annoys the living crap out of me, but I solve that problem by not using Mac. Mac &lt;strong&gt;users &lt;/strong&gt;on the other hand can be quite in-your-face (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know spotty hackers from the PC side are the same, but they have an excuse, they are abused nerds. No one listens to them anyway&lt;/span&gt;) Apple tries to sell their products by telling the world that their computers never crash and PCs always crash. Speaking from experience, no, PCs do not always crash and I have indeed seen my share of crashed apple computers.. Sure if you, when you build it, buy crap components or treat it badly, it may not work as well as it could but if you know what you are doing, a PC should not cause any trouble for you.&lt;br /&gt;Most people in the school I go to use a mac. They find it simple. They tell me I should get a mac. They never have problems! How can I stand having a PC that crashes all the time? I think me and James are the only PC users in the school. The other 6 computer people are Maccers. Allthrough the year they have told me that Mac work better than PC.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. at the end of the year, let us check the facts. &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has had no problems whatsoever. &lt;strong&gt;James'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PC &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has had no problems. &lt;strong&gt;Alex's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has crashed right before a production, which used the computer for sound, it took 3-4 days to fix. &lt;strong&gt;Kyle's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; took 2 hours (at best) to start up for some mysetrious reason that is still not discovered. He ended up buying a new one. &lt;strong&gt;Adrian's &lt;em&gt;Mac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is getting it's files mixed up, and is working ridiculously slow for a reason that is, as of yet, still unknown. &lt;strong&gt;Sasha's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has had some unexplained problem resulting in an inability to use certain programmes. &lt;strong&gt;Ben's &lt;em&gt;Mac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. No problems reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Mac never crashes = &lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;PC always crashes = &lt;strong&gt;Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A computer will crash if it's owner doesn't know what he/she is doing. = &lt;strong&gt;Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any computer can crash if a mistake is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So leave me and my PC alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/R??kning"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/R%3F%3Fkning%20n%3F%3Fpp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, this journal is a non-smoking site. If you are smoking, please put your cigarette, or whatever it is that is burning, out and go &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjorn&lt;/strong&gt;, if you need suggestions on how to get pictures.. think.. do you know people who might have them? could there be usable frames from background-films? Who knows? you have several days to find them! Go on a treasurehunt! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you still can't find one, you COULD draw one... you could even use artistic freedom and space a situation up, I suppose.. it has to wake memories though, than involve both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112559529006818264?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112559529006818264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112559529006818264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112559529006818264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112559529006818264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/09/pc-power.html' title='PC Power'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112551306301293057</id><published>2005-08-31T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:34:06.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0001961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey kids! It's time for another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Blast From the Past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Today's edition is for reasons few people (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;probably only one&lt;/span&gt;) will understand, the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink edition&lt;/span&gt;. Before the acctual blast, the one week-competition has started and there will be a commentary. &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt; started the race by sitting down to watch the others. &lt;strong&gt;Conny&lt;/strong&gt; was the second to react and his approach was to ponder and think about it. &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt; boosted off and got a good headstart over everyone else. They will have to work hard to catch up with her... And now, &lt;strong&gt;Bjorn&lt;/strong&gt; has joined the race! Allthough he has not yet started running. Welcome to the game, Bjorn, but you will have to work for the points! You have until tuesday evening to send me a picture so you do have some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/SOMMAR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are old friends of mine! Wow, this takes me back. From left to right, top to bottom; Kaj Rosengren, Thomas Christiansen, Mikael Palo Johan Molin and at the bottom, peaking up from behind the table, me. Look at me! I'm a kid! hehehehe. I didn't know I had aged! This picture was taken at the summerplace. We spent some days there withcomputers to play ganes, be unhealthy, fish, be adventurous and get lost in the forest while looking for shortcuts. Not included in the picture above is this guy;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Sommar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little redheaded punk is Erik Ekstrand. You know... I seem to recall Peter Simonsson being there as well, allthough he is not in any of the pictures. Are you out there somewhere ol' fella'? Hehe.. this does bring me back. Where are all you guys now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this is what we packed to "&lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Kylskop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get the bit about being unhealthy? What do you expect from the Nintendo generation? Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blast From the Past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and good luck with the competition. Byt the way, do not forget to &lt;strong&gt;save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112551306301293057?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112551306301293057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112551306301293057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112551306301293057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112551306301293057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/blast-from-past-part-8.html' title='Blast From the Past part 8'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112542261094432186</id><published>2005-08-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:20:04.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DINGDINGDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do not believe it. I simply do not believe it. Finally someone guessed the right answer. The picture was from my hometown, the &lt;strong&gt;M-Town&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mariestad&lt;/span&gt;) Well done, &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;. To be honest I was getting worried. Here are the guesses that came before my beautiful hometown; Trollhattan, Skaven, London and Moscow! Holy bong! I was shocked enough to use a stupid looking picture of myself. HEY! I've got an idea for a contest! Hang on, First I must give the devil his due (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is just a common figure of speech, Hannah, I am not saying you are the devil&lt;/span&gt;) Hannah will recieve her two points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah now has 31 points.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And Moffe is very pleased with you.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/moffo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/moffo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will next contest be, you ask? Well, it is more of a mission than a question. I want YOU to find a picture either of me, me and you, or only you that I took. Basically the rquirement is that the photograph wakes memories, and has something to do with you and me. They may make me go "&lt;em&gt;ahhhh&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;" perhaps some may even make me go "&lt;em&gt;meow&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;purr&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;rowr&lt;/em&gt;". I seriously doubt though, that any of them will make me go "&lt;em&gt;woof&lt;/em&gt;." The one that makes me have the biggest reaction will get &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 points.&lt;/span&gt; I reserve &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 points&lt;/span&gt; to hand out to the second runner up if it is a close tie. I understand that this mission may take some time. You have one week. Next tuesday this competition closes. What I want you to do is email it to me, and drop a little something about it in the comments of this here entry. I will show the winner, or winners in the conclusion entry. Remind me that we are us! and &lt;strong&gt;save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Before I end this transmission Marcus would like to give you his &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funniest Word of the Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the word is;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iffy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112542261094432186?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112542261094432186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112542261094432186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112542261094432186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112542261094432186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/dingdingding.html' title='DINGDINGDING'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112534050181963133</id><published>2005-08-29T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:35:01.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on a mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0001931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been asked to spread a message across a certain circle of people, located in the city of Trollhattan, Sweden. I have already given you nuggets of information, but as I promised him, here comes some more.&lt;br /&gt;We all know a lazy git by the name of Neil Martin. Do we? Well, let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC01239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neil Martin is the only man I've known that can sleep for 40 hours straight, is always late and loves placing himself where he doesn't want to be. But not anymore. He has changed! He is now working hard, earning good money and lives a life that almost comes close to being halfway to clean(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;). Not bad eh? I'll take care of him over here and do what I can to keep him on the right track. He will be back in the promised land soon enough. The plan is for me and him to return pretty much at the same time. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Jeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Jeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I am at it, take a look at this. It is a picture I made for Neil a few years back. It is based on him holding an umbrella. Nifty modifications eh? It is supposed to be him in the &lt;em&gt;Panzy-Ass&lt;/em&gt; fantasy world of &lt;em&gt;Forgotten Realms.&lt;/em&gt; Cool sword though. It's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! &lt;strong&gt;No one&lt;/strong&gt; has answered yesterday's question correctly! The question remains, but is now only worth &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; points. Come on people, &lt;strong&gt;Save the cats&lt;/strong&gt; and then go guess again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC00535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get it right, or &lt;strong&gt;Moffe&lt;/strong&gt; will be very disapointed in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112534050181963133?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112534050181963133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112534050181963133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112534050181963133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112534050181963133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-on-mission.html' title='I am on a mission'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112524916390606792</id><published>2005-08-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:17:39.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Production Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC0001951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how smart I am? Apart from this here Journal(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not blog&lt;/span&gt;) I have also started a &lt;a href="http://northlionproduction.blogspot.com"&gt;Production Diary&lt;/a&gt;, for film projects that I have a creative say in. We do communicate in the &lt;a href="http://www.egetforum.com/879"&gt;CELL forum&lt;/a&gt;, but in this diary I will keep a digest of the things we come up with in the forum. &lt;a href="http://northlionproduction.blogspot.com"&gt;Check it out! &lt;/a&gt;It looks all nifty and stuff! I asked people to write funny/touching piece of text about who I am.. What I meant was like.. fictional, and humorous. I feel a little guilty now for bribing people with points for flattery.. It's not really what I intended. But I promised some points, and &lt;strong&gt;Conny&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hannah &lt;/strong&gt;did write some really nice things about me, ensuring that I am missed and have something to go back to (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt;) so they are entitled to some points.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah will recieve 5 points, as two people share the full 10. Allthough Conny, as bad as I feel about doing it, I must subtract at least 1 point from your 5, on the grounds that you reffered to this journal as a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;. this is a journal! If this had been a normal contest it would have been a minus 10, but due to the sentimental, and nice theme of this one, 1 point will have to do. I will even give you a chance to regain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah now has 29 Points&lt;br /&gt;Conny now has 17 points&lt;br /&gt;Silvestris and Marcus still have 10 points&lt;br /&gt;Frida still has 5 points.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone, go &lt;strong&gt;save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt; Now! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another contest. The picture on the left is a sunset. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who can tell me where this picture was taken?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This question is worth &lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;. Conny will, if he answers correctly, regain the extra point he lost by reffering to this journal as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112524916390606792?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112524916390606792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112524916390606792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112524916390606792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112524916390606792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-production-diary.html' title='New Production Diary'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112516524091685457</id><published>2005-08-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:00:46.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if yuh wunner wha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0001961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Translation: &lt;strong&gt;If you wonder why&lt;/strong&gt; I am speaking in a suthern USA accent in my spare time, it is because of the fact that I am working on my character in a Tennessee William's play. All classes except for one are doing Tennessee, so practically everyone in the school are &lt;em&gt;walkin' 'round soundin' laak cawboys.&lt;/em&gt; Sounds like we are a drama school in texas. My class is so far ahead of schedule it's amazing! We need about 4 more days and we have 10.&lt;strong&gt; Groovay!&lt;/strong&gt; The horror script is now v8.1. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/utopia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/utopia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've just listened to some of the concept music by Magnus Knutas, and old classmate of mine, who will be writing some tunes, and hopefully act in the film. This here is him. He went to drama school with me back in the old &lt;strong&gt;M-Town&lt;/strong&gt;. If all goes well he will, apart from making the end credits music together with his band&lt;a href="http://www.kaross.tk"&gt; Kaross&lt;/a&gt;, play Erik in the film. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/sollien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/sollien.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andreas Sollien here will produce it, don't worry he doesn't always look like that. The team is growing! Anyone want to join? Don't be afraid to ask. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Bakomfilm%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Bakomfilm%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Film sets are lovely, just look!&lt;br /&gt;I will keep yesterday's "quest" open a few more days,&lt;em&gt; juzz cuz' I wunna. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lissen. If yuh dun do yer part ta &lt;strong&gt;save dem kitties&lt;/strong&gt;, ahm gonna kick yer ass from here ta kingdum com, yuh hear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112516524091685457?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112516524091685457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112516524091685457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112516524091685457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112516524091685457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-yuh-wunner-wha.html' title='if yuh wunner wha...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112508132013361887</id><published>2005-08-26T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:59:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000194.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The play is going great, the school is rewarding my progress, I've got a job during the holiday, it seems like I'll be using a great new computer in a couple of months, I just posted my 8th draft of my horror script and my first year of my London education is almost complete. Yes. It's going alright. Again, sorry about talking more of my past than my present in most of my entries, but it's going to have to be like that until I have a proper digital camera to use (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a few more weeks, keep your trausers on&lt;/span&gt;) Oh! Good lesson for being in England. The word "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;" as we know it in Sweden to mean "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;byxor&lt;/span&gt;" isn't true here. That would be American use of the word. Here when you say pants you are reffering to your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalsonger/trosor&lt;/span&gt;. Remember that or you may face humiliating situations! Yesterday we had the Macbeth showing. It went great! That stage blood I was smeared in looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;awsome! &lt;/span&gt;Plus, I got to wear tights without risk of being called a panzy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comments, people. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conny&lt;/span&gt;... I will have to disagree. There may be many nerds who go out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LARP&lt;/span&gt;ing, but considering the majorities most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classic nerds&lt;/span&gt; are far too timid to do something proper like &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Futuredrome&lt;/span&gt;. LARP is for roleplayers who have the courage to be more than nerds and apply their bodies as well as their minds in a risky enviroment. Also it is a great acting experience.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;. Once again you impress me. That is a nice deed, making the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Save the Cats&lt;/span&gt; site your startup page. You derserve two more points for that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah now has 24 Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be adviced, this technique has been used up and even if it is still encouraged, to score points you need to be the -first-&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000193.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Superhero? Secret agent? Creature of myth? A total freak?&lt;/span&gt; What am I? Tell me what I am with a good motivation that either entertains or touches me. If I am impressed there may be some points to be had. You don't have to base it on any specific picture, do what you want. This picture is me with a gun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Secret%20Ruriko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Secret%20Ruriko.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next picture is my housemate Ruriko with a gun. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Codename&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Ninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112508132013361887?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112508132013361887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112508132013361887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112508132013361887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112508132013361887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-are-good.html' title='Things are good'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112499548382863749</id><published>2005-08-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:52:48.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past part Se7en</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/snigel003.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/snigel003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blast From the Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; part se7en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes. See that picture? That is me from the past. I looked like that once upon a time. anyway, this time I will be speaking of &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Futuredrome.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A groovy live post-apocalyptic roleplaying game taking place in Kinekulle Quarry, Sweden. It occured in 2001 and there were over 1400 players in a city that was built out of over 20 tons of scrap metal. Everyone had a character, a class in society and most even had a job. There were guards, messengers, medics, entertainers, tavern staff etc. The city felt so alive! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/{C9B27317-18E3-4BF7-B76B-79BFE9661CB3}.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/%7BC9B27317-18E3-4BF7-B76B-79BFE9661CB3%7D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For three days straight I was &lt;strong&gt;Jiro&lt;/strong&gt;, the bountyhunter. My aromour looked so groovy! Still have it too. It was amazing to be part of this world, this story, this spectacle! I wish to do something similar again! Now for some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/{163BF450-E40D-4626-8908-DBB0B483B841}.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/%7B163BF450-E40D-4626-8908-DBB0B483B841%7D.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jiro standing next to &lt;strong&gt;Nemesis&lt;/strong&gt;, the leader of my pack of bountyhunters. He was a feared men, and the only man that my character respected. His mind was twisted by drugs though, and without his fellow hunters' knowledge, through him the counsil used us all in their evil plots. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that is, until we found out&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/darf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/darf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Darf.&lt;/strong&gt; She was one groovy character. She was one of us, a skillful huntress. She definetly had the right look and the right attitude. Her weapon of choice; a baseball bat. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eva23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These here were rather avarege citizens of &lt;em&gt;Drome City.&lt;/em&gt; During the game the bountyhunters were called in to keep order in the town. We ruled them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eva051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the &lt;em&gt;Animal Cage.&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;animals&lt;/em&gt; were acctually people who had been driven insane by the counsil's cruel experiments. and in the spirit of the city, the mad people were displayed, as if in a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eva08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front City walls. If you climbed this wall, wether you were a citizen getting out, or an outsider getting in, it was our job to track you down and kill you. For the safety of the city, no one but us gets in or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eva32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The palace. Where the queen lived. &lt;strong&gt;All hail the queen!&lt;/strong&gt; As soon as we found out that the counsil, who we thought were in the queen's service, had used us in their plots against the queen, we started turning their evil plans against them (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after rescuing our leader from their mind control, of course&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eva15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evening in Drome City square right before the parties would kick off. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/eva36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are getting too many for one entry. I will give you more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Futuredrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; goodness later. As a last picture, here is &lt;strong&gt;Darf &lt;/strong&gt;again. Ain't she cool!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya! &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS; Save the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112499548382863749?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112499548382863749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112499548382863749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112499548382863749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112499548382863749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/blast-from-past-part-se7en.html' title='Blast From the Past part Se7en'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112491621775201178</id><published>2005-08-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:43:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What hands are these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lookintomyeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/lookintomyeyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still it cried Sleep no more to all the house! Glammis hath murdered sleep and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Macbeth shall sleep no more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooya! Playing Macbeth is cool. And STATUS! We're only doing one scene, but it's still status. And the character interpretation is for the entire play. It is a prett challenging scene, but it's coming along. The thoughts of the previous events are so&lt;strong&gt; intense&lt;/strong&gt; it's amazing! It is no wonder this play is still popular after 400 years. For all those people missing me, my visits during the upcoming holiday must be brief as I will be working to earn my keep in the weekdays. I shall only be able to spend weekend in Trollhattan (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps some evenings if I can live with someone therte, as the job sometimes will be in Lidkoping&lt;/span&gt;). Make sure you guys organize something cool.. and come see me in London as well! don't worry about the terrorists, they're all morons, they have no idea what they are doing! Soon I will have another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast From the Past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but tonight I am tired. I will go home, cook, do homework and write version 7.3 of the horror script. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eva05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eva05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here is a little taste of what I will give you tomorrow if you are good and &lt;strong&gt;help the big cats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112491621775201178?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112491621775201178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112491621775201178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112491621775201178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112491621775201178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-hands-are-these.html' title='What hands are these?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112481825979184144</id><published>2005-08-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:36:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labyrinth in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/??hmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/%3F%3Fhmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. Today, apart from some great rehearsing, I managed to get a lot of interesting... therapy work done. I use the word therapy loosely as it is not exactly what we do. If I was to use school terminology here no one would understand what the heck I was talking about. The mind is a great maze of riddles and treasures and to be a great actor one must know ones own mind like his or her own home. Sounds simple? It is not simple. There are so many things in the human mind it is almost unspeakable. Once you know your way around your own mind you can make your subconsious work for you, and free yourself of the mental problems that most people just choose to get used to as a part of life. In other words. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom to be the you that you want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But because of the complexity of it all, what I find out about myself in the school, stays in the school (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and in me of course&lt;/span&gt;). I do reccomend taking a course here, not only to improve your acting or directing, but also to become the master of your own mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;.. I am impressed! Not only did you remember the name of the play and the character I played, but the &lt;em&gt;opening narration&lt;/em&gt; as well! Yes, as a final production at the school we did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willy Russel's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bloodbrothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I played &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Richard Lyons&lt;/strong&gt;. I even had my own song! Congratualtions, Hannah! I will now, again, show a picture of you. Here are the positions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah 22 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conny 13 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silvestris and Marcus 10 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frida 5 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000133.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Hannah, being an add-babe for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Carlsberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beer. You wanna be as groovy as this? Drink &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlsberg!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And Carlsberg... Give me money, I just made people buy your products&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Grind1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Grind1.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had another idea for a short film. I'll write it when I have more time. Until then, have a look at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a gate. Groovy groovness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And never forget to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Save the Cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112481825979184144?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112481825979184144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112481825979184144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112481825979184144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112481825979184144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/labyrinth-in-my-mind.html' title='Labyrinth in my mind'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112474240422084882</id><published>2005-08-22T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:58:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing (still monday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who do not know what the Lotus pose in yoga is, this here is it. This is what I can do. Also, to avoid confusion, as I have already stated that I look more and more different every day, I feel I should clarify that, no, that is not me in the picture. Even though I am an agnostic, I am &lt;em&gt;fairly&lt;/em&gt; certain of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Namaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112474240422084882?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112474240422084882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112474240422084882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112474240422084882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112474240422084882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-more-thing-still-monday.html' title='One more thing (still monday)'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112473152959266702</id><published>2005-08-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:19:09.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/kevinklein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/kevinklein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who can do a &lt;em&gt;Full Lotus&lt;/em&gt; position in &lt;em&gt;Yoga&lt;/em&gt;? The one where you tie your legs up like a pretzel. That's Right! &lt;strong&gt;Kevin Klein&lt;/strong&gt; can do it! In the film &lt;em&gt;A Fish Called Wanda&lt;/em&gt; he does it effortlessly! Go him! Guess who else can do the Full Lotus? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/heythere2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/heythere1.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's also right! &lt;strong&gt;Me! Peter "Purre, NorthLion, Peppe" Sunnergren!&lt;/strong&gt; Yepp! It is not effortless yet, but now I can do it! I am so groovy! Go me too! The play is also going great. My Southern USA accent is sounding better than ever, and I'm getting great feedback for my acting. And if that isn't enough, my picture is bigger than Kevin's! Look!&lt;br /&gt;As you might remember, &lt;strong&gt;Madde&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He-Man&lt;/span&gt;) and her sister &lt;strong&gt;Ruba&lt;/strong&gt; visited me a while back. It may be the case that I forgot to mention it. If that indeed is the case, here it is. They visited me a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PIC000152.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture here is them. We went to see the Lion King Musical, yes the one I spoke of a while back (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This one I KNOW I spoke of, so don't try&lt;/span&gt;) Acctually, Madde came to visit Ruba who is also living in London. Of course they both joined forces to visit me. We had two nice days, catching up and belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt; answered a question to an old contest. It is a bit tardy, but the answer was right and the three points were unclaimed. However, I can not award it with all three points, since it would be unfair to &lt;strong&gt;Conny&lt;/strong&gt;, who answered in time. Hannah knew that the other programme I used in the making of that picture was &lt;strong&gt;Photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;. She will recieve &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The new positions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conny 13 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah 12 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silvestris and Marcus 10 Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Frida 5 Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for a new question? I think so. Before I graduated my first drama school in the M-Town I played a part in a musical. During my time on the school we did more than one musical, but I am reffering to the graduating production. &lt;strong&gt;What was the title of this musical, and what is the name of the character I played?&lt;/strong&gt; Five points to each question. Happy hunting!&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, you must help &lt;strong&gt;save the cats!&lt;/strong&gt; Link in the link section! It's absolutely free and you'll be helping these great creatures live on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112473152959266702?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112473152959266702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112473152959266702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112473152959266702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112473152959266702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/guess-who.html' title='Guess who...'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112462003099127645</id><published>2005-08-21T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T13:09:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best film in a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/mesunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/mesunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey there. I'm writing this mid-day because in less than an hour I will be in school, rehearsing the next play, and after that I will be rehearsing Macbeth so I may not be able to write tonight. Today has been pretty productive, I have done homework, had a healthy breakfast and spoken to &lt;strong&gt;Neil&lt;/strong&gt; about building his new computer. Seriously people, he is starting to come around. A couple of months back when he came to see me preform he was not only not late but over &lt;strong&gt;an hour and a half &lt;em&gt;early!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now he is working long hours and earning good money. Don't worry people, we will get our pet britt back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/crashposter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/crashposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I told you I was going to see a film with some evening students. We went to see &lt;strong&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt;. Trust me it was good.&lt;br /&gt;Directed and written by by Paul Haggis (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;writer of Academy Award winning Million Dollar Baby&lt;/span&gt;). this film has some good preformances even from actors I don't normally think of as very great. I have to admit I did not know much about this film when I went to see it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/crashpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/crashpic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It blew me away. The plot is either very simple of very compliacted. It is genreally about people. Who they are and who they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; are. It is hard to explain why this film is so great. I think one of the main things that made me like it was the characters and the way they were portraied. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/crashpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/crashpic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact that they, like real humans, have more to them than what we can easilly see. Heroes can be villains, victims can be monsters, and monsters can be nice people. To fairly judge a person takes more than anyone is willing to do. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/crashpic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/crashpic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cast (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandra Bullock, Matt Dillon, Brendan Frasier etc&lt;/span&gt;) did a great job, better than I've seen them do before. Trust me, this is a touching and eye-opening film about humanity.. Why it is bad and why it is great. The best of humanity, and the worst. See it. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/grammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/grammer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other movie news, &lt;strong&gt;Kelsey Grammer&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;known from TV-series Frasier&lt;/span&gt;) will be playing &lt;strong&gt;Beast&lt;/strong&gt; in upcoming &lt;strong&gt;X-men 3&lt;/strong&gt;. He certainly has the voice.. Even though the news shocked me a bit, I think it could work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for strange things. When I walked out of the house yestdrday and today there was a black van parked right outside my door. It was not only black.. Check it out. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/van.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beware of the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Express&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They are watching you! If you don't &lt;strong&gt;save the cats&lt;/strong&gt;, they will get you, and do a prissy make-over on yo' ass! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;link in the right collumn will take you there. It costs nothing, so seriously, do it!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112462003099127645?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112462003099127645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112462003099127645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112462003099127645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112462003099127645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-film-in-long-time.html' title='Best film in a long time.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112455839108968575</id><published>2005-08-20T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:28:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eyeroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/eyeroll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea, so I missed a day. Look, there are &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; going to be days that I simply can not write in this journal(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not blog&lt;/span&gt;) but rest assured, I will write in it often! I have written a new version of the short horror film script I've been working on and it is now up to version 6.1. It is shaping up to be quite groovy, I must say. We have now been cast in the new play, and I will be playing Frank in &lt;strong&gt;Tennessee Williams' &lt;em&gt;A Portrait of a Madonna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is not a nice guy, but what kind of an actor would I be if I could only play nice guys? In other news, some people in school are going to see the film &lt;strong&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt; at the Odeon today and Anabell is lending me money to go with them. The film has got some good reviews and I am quite curious to see what all the fuzz is all about.&lt;br /&gt;About last contest, &lt;strong&gt;Conny&lt;/strong&gt; gave the answer &lt;strong&gt;Maya&lt;/strong&gt;, and scored three points. Conny is now in the lead.&lt;br /&gt;I might be going onto the evening course in the school for next year. There are some sacrifices, like only yoga once per week, but what the heck, I won't have to be broke all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/d%3F%3Fdsbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the title of the screenplay I'm working on. It's in Swedish as you might realize. By the way, I have now added a link to the &lt;strong&gt;Save the Big Cats&lt;/strong&gt; site. The sponsors give money to the organization for every clock on the banners, so you have no excuse! &lt;strong&gt;Go save the kitties!&lt;/strong&gt; The link is on the right collumn of this journal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Shipwreck%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/Shipwreck%203.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in tradition of this journal, here comes a fun, nice or just simply cool picture. This is may father standing on a boat in Vanern lake wondering why that damn tow-boat is late! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps that is not what he is doing, but he could be&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112455839108968575?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112455839108968575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112455839108968575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112455839108968575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112455839108968575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-what.html' title='So what?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112438521209391300</id><published>2005-08-18T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:42:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/IMAG00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/IMAG0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't get me wrong, even though I created this Journal(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not blog&lt;/span&gt;) for friends and family, I do gladly welcome anyone, who may for whatever strange reason be interested in my life, to read it. I Also enjoy comments. Feedback is important for everything, isn't it? If I didn't know anyone was reading this I would not feel very motivated to keep writing. I must, however ask people to not include any spam in your comments. When a stranger says &lt;em&gt;"Hi, great blog, by the way, become a member of yaddayaddayadda and give your creditcard number-yaddayadda"&lt;/em&gt; it somehow doesn't seem quite as sincere as I would have hoped most comments would be. And &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;, people! Do not use the word &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt; when reffering to this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;journal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conny was quick at researching the annswers to yesterday's questions. I realized they were not as tricky as I first thoiught. I mean a simple google of "Hans Zimmer Inspiration Lion King" would probably come up with the answer in no-time. I shall try and consider this in the future. Anyway, of course the answer to question number one is &lt;strong&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Conny just wrote Mozart, but I will assume he didn't mean Bob Mozart, his unknown neighbour&lt;/span&gt;) and the score that inspired Zimmer was &lt;strong&gt;Requiem&lt;/strong&gt;. A requiem is sort of a funeral piece and seing as it was the last piece he wrote before he died (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he acctually died while writing it&lt;/span&gt;) it was kind of fitting.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is getting crowded in the lead.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; position are &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Conny, Hannah, Silvestris and Marcus. &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Frida&lt;/span&gt; is all alone with her &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/eyes21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/eyes21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to see if we can't spread the positions out a little bit, I shall have a tiny question, going for&lt;br /&gt;three points. This picture was created by me as sort of a test. As most of you know, I do a bit of 3D for fun in my spare time. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ask now, which computer programmes were involved in the making of this picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;operating systems not included&lt;/span&gt;) Allthough more than one program were used, you may only give &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; answer and if you are correct you will score three points.&lt;br /&gt;As usual it is required that you help the kitties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://felis.silvestris.net"&gt;Felis.Silvestris.Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a sort of.. filler, I suppose, here is a wacky picture of two... morons. Well.. Funny dudes.. Individuals from Trollhattan. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112438521209391300?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112438521209391300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112438521209391300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112438521209391300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112438521209391300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112430057307686358</id><published>2005-08-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:05:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lion King</title><content type='html'>Hey there! I enjoyed yesterday's contest so this day shall have a sequel! Bit first, the results. Conny was quick in his research and discovered that the mother of &lt;strong&gt;Nala&lt;/strong&gt; was called &lt;strong&gt;Sarafina&lt;/strong&gt;. However, he did not get the date right, even after trying three times. There is a limit to how many guesses you get, otherwise you could have got it right after 365 guesses. anyway, Hannah came in and had also done the research, unfortunetly too late. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first five points went to Conny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Conny is now no longer in the minus but has a balanced &lt;strong&gt;0&lt;/strong&gt;.On question number two Hannah got it exactly right. First time I saw the Lion King was &lt;strong&gt;1994, November 28th, &lt;/strong&gt;which is also my birthday&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hannah gets five points.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The positions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shared 1st place Marcus, Hannah and Silvestris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2nd place Frida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3rd -vacant-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Nil points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratualtions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if you do the maths you will know that I saw the Lion King on stage 2004 November 28th. Since then I have seen it one more time and hopefully will again. To tell you the truth I was &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worried that it might be a bit silly but I am being completely honest when I say it was absolutely breath-taking! The scenography was so powerful and along with the familiar songs from the film, plus a whole bunch of new ones that all have the same quality&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could they not, based on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hans Zimmer's original score&lt;/span&gt;) The story of the Lion King got a whole new dimension to it when put on stage. The overall story had been matured and less considerant to fragile little minds of the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kiddies out there, which in my opinion is a good thing. I was moved, I was touched and I flew around a little in dreamland. I shall see this again. Now onto today's questions. They will be slightly more difficult today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/pic-port-priderock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/pic-port-priderock.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question number 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The original Score of the Lion King was written by Hans Zimmer, who recieved an Academy Award for it. In my opinion it is his best work ever, and I am currently working on getting a hold of the original recordings (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they were editied and shortened for the Soundtrack CD&lt;/span&gt;) the question is, as follows; When writing the score for the Lion King, Hans Zimmer was inspired by the works of another composer. What is the name of this composer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/pic-land-simbascarfight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/pic-land-simbascarfight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question number 2:&lt;/span&gt; Not only was Hans Zimmer inspired by this composer, but there is one musical piece especially that inspired him for the the tunes that enriched the PrideLands... What is the title of this musical piece?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/hannah%20sword%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/hannah%20sword%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next bit goes out to Hannah. New hair colour eh? Well.. if I had to choose between red and black for you, I'd go for red. But to be honest, my favourite Hannah hair by far is this one. Sexay! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that is my sword by the way. Groovy, innit&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do NOT forget today's good deeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://felis.silvestris.net/"&gt;Felis.Silvestris.Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there and do some cat-suporting clickin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112430057307686358?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112430057307686358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112430057307686358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112430057307686358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112430057307686358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-lion-king.html' title='More Lion King'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112421642256939133</id><published>2005-08-16T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:46:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Powers</title><content type='html'>I spoke to the Neil today. He has not seen my journal, and so the "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt;" I have left for him here has gone unnoticed. But being such a Jedi, wether or not he reads my advice makes little differance as they tend to get to him through some other, more mysterious means. That is much more interesting than getting them off the internet. He is working 12 hour shifts seven days per week. I might have been sending too strong brainwaves or something. But hey, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see you on your feet, old Brittboy! Remember, you have got to become a superhero in time for me to get overpowerful and become a villain bent on destroying humanity. Just imagine if I reach that status and you're not a superhero yet! It would just be embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;As I spoke to Neil today, I promised to teach him how to build his own computer. That will be done on an upcoming weekend. It's gonna be nice to play with wires and electricity again, it has been quite a while since I last did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Silvy is almost ready to move. To help her funding she made a painting which is on sale on ebay! You like &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=7343443450"&gt;Unicorns&lt;/a&gt;? Then go bid! Support her, and get an excelent piece of art along with the warm fuzzy feeling of helping someone.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of helping, Silvy is running a page where she encourages people to help save endangered felines. I spoke about wolves not long ago, but there are felaines in dire need of help as well. One way of supporting them is through a one-click-per day sponsorship thing. Just klick on the support link once per day and some money goes into save the wonderful species in question! Go there now and be a hero! &lt;a href="http://felis.silvestris.net/"&gt;Felis.Silvestris.Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast From the Past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the moment but I will give you a small taste of one and a contest. This picture was taken at a filmset. I call this picture &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Gift&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/G%3F%3Fvan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now... the contest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no secret that I love this film. Do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are the questions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1: What is the name of the mother of the female lead character of the film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2: On the exact same date 10 years after I first saw the film, I saw the stage musical. What date was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Special clues; For question number one, her name is not mentioned in the film itself, but does appear in the cast-list. Question number 2, I did pick the date for the musical to match the first one, but there was another input to why it happened to be the same date, an input that has a lot to do with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can get the information to me in any way you see fit. The first one to get a question right will recieve points for it. I will now introduce a new rule. In order to play this game you must go to &lt;a href="http://felis.silvestris.net/"&gt;Felis.Silvestris.Net&lt;/a&gt;, find the 1-click per day cat-support thingie, and click all three of them. I have no way of checking if you have or not, but if you lie about this, if you recieve points without having done it you will be abusing my trust. Is that really what you want to do? Well. Happy guessing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112421642256939133?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112421642256939133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112421642256939133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112421642256939133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112421642256939133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/jedi-powers.html' title='Jedi Powers'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112412634454199367</id><published>2005-08-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:31:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me me me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently I have not given you many recent news. That is because there is not much to report. The next play is still in Analyzing stage and I have nothing interesting to say about that. Today I shall be a bit &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Narsicistic and overwhelm you with pictures of ME! Hannah did ask me to! It's not &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; my fault! Recent pictures of me will help you recognize me on my glorious return to the motherland in the future. I also want an excuse to show off my fake gun&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it is a lighter really&lt;/span&gt;). Bought it in russia for 500 rubels. It was tricky to get across the border, but luckily we had permission for one bag of prop guns for the play, so I stuck it in there! Heee! Devious me! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/tchubu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/tchubu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doing The Proposal I discovered something. Only in the world of theatre can you go into the mensroom and see every mirror being taken up by guys, putting make up on. Only in the theatre.. And maybe Soho.&lt;br /&gt;You know.. four ego-pictures are enough. Well maybe just one more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/backhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/backhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh calm down! It's just the back of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick of me yet?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'll give you a non-me picture. I took this following picture out the window of the School greenroom the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/PIC000175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did take it with my phonecamera so it's kinda crummy.. Same goes for all of today's pictures.. But they are still cool because of their motifes ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112412634454199367?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112412634454199367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112412634454199367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112412634454199367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112412634454199367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-me-me.html' title='Me me me'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112403232482524203</id><published>2005-08-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:57:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past part six</title><content type='html'>Today, nothing is from the present, it is all about the past in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blast From the Past&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;part six,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Blue Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in Blast From the Past I will just give you pictures of random people I know from Trollhattan. Again, the selection of people to display is mostly based on picture availability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/J??rgmeister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/J%3F%3Frgmeister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;Jurgmeister&lt;/strong&gt;! Mostly works at the cafe in M15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Andreas Sollien.&lt;/strong&gt; He lived in the apartment under me during my last year of Trollhattan, before I went on to London. He studies to be a film Producer! He looks like one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;. She is Anderas Sollien's girlfriend. She likes Chinese Mahjong with porn in it. On Playstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000078.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC0000781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Madde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I call her He-Man&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though she does not live in Trollhattan now, it is still where I met her. She came to visit me a while back. and we watched The Lion King Musical! In other news, she has started to duplicate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neil Martin&lt;/strong&gt;. English buddy of mine, met him in Trollhattan and as my readers know, he now lives in Swindon, UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000070.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah Lemoine.&lt;/strong&gt; She's been featured here before. Seen sitting in M15 with a Mona-Lisa smile, obviously hiding something devious. Did you drink that Coca Cola behind you? Was it YOURS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000132.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjorn Milles.&lt;/strong&gt; Also featured here before. On yet another note about him, likes the Ghostbusters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of more pictures planned, but am starting to realize that this entry is getting very picture-heavy. I shall save the rest of the pictures for a future &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blast From the Past!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I leave you, here is a picture of the Trollhattan falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/fallen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Conny; Yes I do like dogs, and yes, especially Moffe. statues I place in my room though are based on how I see myself, not things that I like. I know you know me well enough to have guessed the right answer, so focus, and you may some day become a Jedi like your father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112403232482524203?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112403232482524203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112403232482524203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112403232482524203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112403232482524203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/blast-from-past-part-six.html' title='Blast From the Past part six'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112395903509584686</id><published>2005-08-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:57:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/{AC38FEA2-678B-4D42-881F-00912EE586CF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all people are bad. After writing yesterday's entry I was angry. I stormed out of the internet cafe and stomped my way home thinking of the horrible torture I would love to put the people named in last entry through. Once I got home I realized I had left my 2 GB USB memory stick in the internet cafe! In my state of mind I assumed the worst, that if I had been so lucky that a costumer in the cafe had not stolen it, the cafe staff could claim that someone had, and keep it. It was too late to get back there, they would be closing in 10 minutes and it was a 30 minute walk. I called the internet cafe and told them I had forgotten my USB stick and they said "Hang on, let me check. Ah, yes we have it here. Would you like to pick it up tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was stunned. OK, so maybe not &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; human being deserves to die... only most. I thanked him, and here I am, picked the USB memory stick up and, while I am still angry about those bastards I wrote about yesterday, I do have one microscopic glimmer of hope for mankind. I will use that to get by another day. Another happy note is that most of Silvy's troubles with finding a home on the island of her upcoming education are over. She has found an apartment that will work as a home for her and her feline companions. She has promised me a spot on her floor when I come to visit as well. So I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will present you with some Moffe piccies! You've missed him haven't you? Here he is; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moffe&lt;/em&gt; the Wonder Dog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now featuring an adorable puppy-pic&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/{A3A52D26-72B0-46CE-911C-8E7CEBE0886C}.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/%7BA3A52D26-72B0-46CE-911C-8E7CEBE0886C%7D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is moffe as a puppy! Look at him! Just look at him!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/{AC38FEA2-678B-4D42-881F-00912EE586CF}.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/%7BAC38FEA2-678B-4D42-881F-00912EE586CF%7D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Moffe going for a treat. A split second ago the treat was resting on his nose, and in the time of the picture, hovering right in front of him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/{ECB2C7AC-4745-4AD8-81A9-DADDC66B3F9D}.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/%7BECB2C7AC-4745-4AD8-81A9-DADDC66B3F9D%7D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a dramatic pose. Moffe looking into the distance, searching for things that cannot be seen, listening for sounds that may never be. &lt;em&gt;Woof, Moffe... woof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112395903509584686?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112395903509584686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112395903509584686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112395903509584686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112395903509584686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-people.html' title='Good people'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112387651520775881</id><published>2005-08-12T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:35:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People who suck ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now hand out the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suck Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the year. I am a very calm person. I hardly ever get angry or judge people. There are, however some people who work very hard for my scolding, and I think it is my duty to award them.&lt;br /&gt;The Scandinavian Wolf. A creature thought four decades ago to be without hope of survival. It was just a matter of years before they would be completely extinct. Only a few individuals were still alive. The lack of predators invited hunters to help kill off deer, who were beginning to overpopulate. Fair enough. Miraculously though, the wolves hung in there and a few years ago there were like 130 wolves around. It was amazing. A Triumph for nature and a sign that perhaps mankind really can live alongside nature in peace. &lt;strong&gt;However...&lt;/strong&gt; Now the hunters are used to killing all that deer and are not willing to share with the wolves. They think the wolves should be wiped out. Also the farmers in the area who keep animals like sheep also think Scandinavia should be made wolf free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. These hunter assholes are easy to dismiss. You don't need the deer, the wolves do! They are still very endangered and need us to BACK OFF if they are going to survive! What about the farmers? They want to protect their animals. Well, modern scientists have come up with an answer. FENCES! You fence your animals in and predators can not get to them! They protest about Swedish laws not allowing them to kill wolves unless they pose an immidiate threat to the animals in question, in other words catch them in the act. Here is my opinion. If you do not get a fence, suit your own&lt;strong&gt; fucking&lt;/strong&gt; self! The wolves are predators, not murderers. They kill to survive, and their right for doing so should stay. What right do we have to kill them because we are too fucking lazy to put up proper fences? I might add that predator fences are tax deductable for people who keep animals. Today there are about 90 wolves in Scandinavia. The numbers have been reduced back down by human hands.&lt;br /&gt;Recently a man killed a female wolf. Three shots. It had just killed one of his sheep. Fair enough, he was protecting his own. But it has now sparked a debate about forcing the gouvernment to lift the ban on wolf killing, or the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;inbred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;assholes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will take the matter into their own filthy hands! I am sorry to rant like this with so many uncivilized words, but with matters like this, I just can't see straight. The guy lived in wolf country, and had no fence to protect his sheep. He leaves them at nature's mercy, then whines about nature taking one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/bonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/bonne.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guy. See how sad he looks. He cares for his sheep (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if the word sheep is slang for the money he could have spent on a fence! The sheep got killed because of his own neglect and a hungry mother wolf payed with her life&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/wolf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/wolf2.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/varg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The murderous beast who for some strange reason thought she had the right to do what is in her nature to do in order not to starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! Am I the only one to see a problem with all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... no fun picture for you today. I am way too upset about all this to be amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a good loook at this picture. These creatures may soon be gone.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/wolf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wish my species was not such a vicious pack of assholes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112387651520775881?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112387651520775881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112387651520775881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112387651520775881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112387651520775881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-who-suck-ass.html' title='People who suck ass!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112378849096118627</id><published>2005-08-11T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:58:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past part 5</title><content type='html'>Before I start this entry... just so you know, there is a guy outside this internet cafe playing bongos. He has been playing for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/karin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast From the Past part 5! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, even greener!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/bakomfilm%20wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/bakomfilm%20wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is a behind-the-scenes pictures I grabbed once at a set. I was a bit sneaky and popped into their sight. It's a big nono to anyone but me. Truly! look at their grinning faces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The people in the picture are, from left to right;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/bjorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/bjorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjorn Milles&lt;/strong&gt;. You know him from a previous &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blast From the Past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Namely&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast From the Past 2.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On an extra note, Bjorn likes funny noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Connykul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/Connykul1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conny Andersson.&lt;/strong&gt; This is the guy with the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 points. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even so, he is determined to make up for it and be the best Pokemon trainer ever! He is also a director.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/dejv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/dejv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is David Eliasson&lt;/strong&gt;. He is an Australian hoodlum who has travelled to Sweden to Rap Da House! He is fond of Porn, snakes and Toasters (I don't think they have toasters in Australia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And to keep you even happier than you no doubt are now, I shall feature another picture of my little sister!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/karin21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/karin21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is Karin in the Pianobar in Trollhattan! She is drinking applejuice. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES SHE IS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't argue with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And that guy is &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;playing bongos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112378849096118627?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112378849096118627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112378849096118627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112378849096118627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112378849096118627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/blast-from-past-part-5.html' title='Blast From the Past part 5'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112369432641732104</id><published>2005-08-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:46:40.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last entry, revised</title><content type='html'>I realized I have been horribly unfair. I was thinking about things people could do to surprise me for extra points, and I remembered the ultime! It happened online here, after I had opened this journal, and is indeed deserving of &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;every event contains 10 points, so if a contest has 5 questions, every question is worth 2 points each, you figure it out&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the poistions ARE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shared 1st place Marcus and Silvestris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shared 2nd place Hannah and Frida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3rd place Conny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratualtions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://www.silvestris.net"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? She gave me this wonderful gift! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/weblion-portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/weblion-portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful picture, featured in the entry of July 25th, titled &lt;a href="http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-god.html"&gt;Oh. My. God!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right is right and fair is fair. Now I have peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112369432641732104?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112369432641732104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112369432641732104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112369432641732104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112369432641732104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-entry-revised.html' title='Last entry, revised'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112369247829951505</id><published>2005-08-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:58:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules clarification</title><content type='html'>Today we started on our second play. It will be &lt;strong&gt;A Portrait of a Madonna&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Tennessee Williams.&lt;/strong&gt; It will give me a chance to work on my southern USA accent. Now, for some clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's the deal. With the little contests I throw here every now and then. You score points by being the first to answer a question correctly. So only the first one gets the points. If there are two questions and the first contestant only gets one right, the others can still get the second right. The only other way to get points is by giving me a very pleasant surprise that shows that you &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; and care about me. This is how you do not score points: By asking for points. there we go.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's contest went like this; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/hannahelgon.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was quick to answer question number one. The &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC01136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;person in the picture was indeed my little sister, &lt;strong&gt;Karin!&lt;/strong&gt; She did not however get the second question right. Only one person got close to the right answer, namely &lt;strong&gt;Frida&lt;/strong&gt;. I was a little hesitant about distributing the points though, as she tried to pin the location down to the very point where Karin was standing. I only required the name of the town, so technically Frida was right. The problem is, she pinpointed the wrong spot in the named town, Trollhattan. But after careful consideration, I had to be fair and since her faulty pinpointing was only faulty by less than a stonesthrow, she will get points. The picture was taken just across the road to the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saga Theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span &gt;just by the pier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest had two questions, worth &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; each. These go to &lt;strong&gt;Hannah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Frida.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Frida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Frida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is Frida. I felt should show you this picture, since this is the first time she has been mentioned in this journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the positions are as following;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1st place Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shared 2nd place Hannah and Frida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3rd place Conny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratualtions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112369247829951505?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112369247829951505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112369247829951505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112369247829951505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112369247829951505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/rules-clarification.html' title='Rules clarification'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112359917967895895</id><published>2005-08-09T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T07:56:43.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More f:ed up dreams</title><content type='html'>I was at a place in the country... with a sandwitch. I went to a store to get some milk, and apparently it was a do-it-yourself kind of thing. Costumers had to milk the cow themselves in order to buy milk. When the cow demanded that I showed it an ID card and a milking license, I decided I didn't really like milk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made a strange little video sequence based on some clips I filmed with a tiny digital camera a while back. Neil will be interested in seing that. Wait a minute.. Oh! you don't know who Neil is?&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/neil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/neil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is &lt;strong&gt;Neil Martin&lt;/strong&gt;. Though he is a POM/Brittboy, I met him in Sweden, now he is based in Swindon, UK. He is currently rolling around in his own mental slush but is hopefully about to pick himself up. You hear that? You have to pick yourself up, no pick will happen without anyone doing the picking! So come visit me again soon, and I'll teach you more in the ways of the force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, some more pictur&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/psycho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/psycho1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es.&lt;br /&gt;This is a blurrily cool picture of.. who is it? And where is it? Be the first to get these questions right! Now for another piccie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/psycho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/psycho2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, ladies and gentlemen is... a... ummm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...See ya!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*quickly runs off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112359917967895895?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112359917967895895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112359917967895895&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112359917967895895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112359917967895895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-fed-up-dreams.html' title='More f:ed up dreams'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112351689311050656</id><published>2005-08-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:34:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero!</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream. I was visiting Hannah, who was moving into a large apartment. There were others there, I remember Bjorn and David (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the aussie version&lt;/span&gt;) especially, but David was passed out on a sofa. I think Neil was there drinking, and for some reason, Basta was there as well.there were webcams in every room, and they could give soundeffects for different events. Me and Bjorn set them up for sitcom sound effects when people entered a room. I found out from Hannah that she had won the lottery. It is possible she shared the ticket with either Frida or Lisa (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or both&lt;/span&gt;). She told me that after sharing, and taxes, she would get 5 000.000 SEK out of it, only she had to share it with her cat (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a new one, it was brownish red and it really liked me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same dream, I was also going to travel to Japan to get a superhero costume made. It would be in the same material as Batman's costume. I remember the store had many interesting weapons, including lightsabers (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you bought a lightsaber you could get the Star Wars trilogy on DVD for no extra cost, but only one of the trilogies, the old one or the new one&lt;/span&gt;). I was more interested in the broadswords though. My parents were there as well, they wanted to have their say in what I bought I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. What have we learned from this dream? Two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1: Hannah, you must go and buy a lottery ticket, &lt;em&gt;pronto&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2: I really am a &lt;em&gt;Superhero!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, so I'm speculating! It was a cool dream anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two days off school (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the time will be made up on a weekend&lt;/span&gt;) because the director of next play can't make it until wednesday. I shall use the time well. This morning I wrote a short horror film script. Not an intesly compelling story, it is mainly designed to inspire the director (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and cinematographer, production design, sound etc.&lt;/span&gt;) to make very spooky sequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about today's picture? well let me see what's in my bag today... Ahh, how about some more pictures of my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC01134.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC01134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; This here, as my most faithful readers would already know, is my little sister, Karin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC01283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC01283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My oldest neice, Rebecka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tune in tomorrow for some more juicy juiciness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112351689311050656?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112351689311050656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112351689311050656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112351689311050656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112351689311050656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/superhero.html' title='Superhero!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112342942990831791</id><published>2005-08-07T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:58:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not my fault!</title><content type='html'>It ain't! I was in here yesterday, writing a long entry with lots of pictures, and the stupid blogspot server went down just as I was about to update! I got annoyed at having to do it all again, but it wouldn't get back up and eventually it was time for me to go to school! Anyway, I never promised to write every day. I will, however, to the best of my ability try and update here as often as I can. Now, here is what I promised you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anton Chekhov's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Proposal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Barabara Hatwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Peter Sunnergren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Alexander Zwart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;guest apperances by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ben Willens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sally Casta... Caston..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dunno her last name, sorry&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/natalya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/natalya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalya Stepanovna Tchubukov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daughter of Stepan Stepanovich, and pretty much head of the Tchubukov household. 25 years old and still unmarried (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;big deal in late 1800 russia&lt;/span&gt;). She fears she may never get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lomov1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/lomov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivan Vasilyevich Lomov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Neighbouring landowner to the Tchubukovs. He is a bit of a weakling and a hypocondriac. Yet, the death of his aunt makes him realize it is time to move on. He is 35 years old and still unmarried. He intends to propose to Natalya Stepanova, but has delayed it as much as he could, due to his weak nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/tchubukov1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/tchubukov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stepan Stepanovich Tchubukov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tired old landowner who wants nothing more than to be left in peace. It is very stressful for him to have such an old, unmarried daughter. It seems that Lomov is his last chance for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems to be a perfect match doesn't it? 3 people with the same goals, how can it go wrong? Well... Read Anton Chekhov's The Proposal and you will find out. Here are some pictures from the production;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/TchuLom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/TchuLom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor Lomov is having a hard time trying to find the words to explain his visit to a confused Tchubukov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/reach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/reach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;His nervousness makes him even more clumbsy than normal.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/crawl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/crawl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And hightened clumbsiness makes way for... strange situations...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/shout1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/shout1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And a couple of poorly chosen words might spark off... other problems.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/strangle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/strangle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes indeed.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/lift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/lift1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And indeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/point1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/point1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Physical Comedy... Don't you just love it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a staged group picture. The cards were on a stand by the stage showing the odd character thought. It was a a cool kind of comedy spice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In other news, someone at another online place I hang out, asked if anyone was willing to think of a few tattoo designs for him. More specifically, a wolf tattoo. I gave it a shot.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/tatoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/tatoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It didn't turn out as splendidly fantastic as I had hoped, but still pretty nifty. Well.. that's all for today (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, all for &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt; anyway&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See you all later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112342942990831791?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112342942990831791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112342942990831791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112342942990831791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112342942990831791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-not-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s not my fault!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112327746245565070</id><published>2005-08-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:31:02.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quicky</title><content type='html'>The hour is late. Just came out of school. We showed &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Proposal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today. It went well, people laughed at the jokes and we got good feedback. We ran it twice before we showed. Let me tell you; Physical theatre in a lot of spotlights makes you sweat. Afterwards we watched the 2nd year day's play &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death and the Maiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will bring you some pictures of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but for now, due to lack of time you will get something else.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots of small stones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not enough? Well take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A big &lt;strong&gt;ROCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Want more? Well;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splosh! It's water! You're wet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112327746245565070?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112327746245565070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112327746245565070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112327746245565070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112327746245565070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-quicky.html' title='Another quicky'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112318931123849318</id><published>2005-08-04T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:11:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache and Blast from the Past 4</title><content type='html'>I have a headache. I am tired. Tonight I will rest. All that rehearsing will come to the test tomorrow. We will be showing &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anton Chekhov&lt;/span&gt; on Friday and on Saturday. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now folks, it be time for;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast from the Past part 4!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/oaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/oaks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The oak-siblings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These two happy people are (from left to right) Joanna and Joakim Ek (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ek is Swedish for oak&lt;/span&gt;) They are old friends of mine, and my main contacts in the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where I was born and raised&lt;/span&gt;). Now that I live in London I don't get to see them much, but I do meet them on every holiday. See you soon, guys! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a shame that you will not read this due to lack of an internet connection.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/SANY0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/SANY0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanna Ek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M-Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Likes Anime, drawing, playing handboll and meowing. And she has very pleasantly chewy flesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC01104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joakim Ek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M-Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Likes martial arts, playstation, wargames and drinking (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but only on weekdays and weekends&lt;/span&gt;) He also has bones in his leg that look like a jigsaw puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/SANY0015b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night, all ye faithful readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112318931123849318?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112318931123849318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112318931123849318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112318931123849318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112318931123849318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/headache-and-blast-from-past-4.html' title='Headache and Blast from the Past 4'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112309633013017977</id><published>2005-08-03T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:16:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my life</title><content type='html'>Fine! Like, whatever! I am aware that I am not posting that many pictures of my life in London, but for everyone's information that could be partly caused by the fact that I do not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a lot of pictures of my life in London. In the future, I may have more pictures of me living my life in London, but at the moment I do not have a proper digital camera, or the money to take a lot of 35mm pictures and have them quickly developed. If anyone is willing to give me a good digital camera I would gladly accept, but until then, what you see is what you get. I do have a few pictures that have to do with my life since I moved to London.. they were, however taken in Moscow 4-5 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/P4240004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/P4240004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me in front of the Cathedral in Red Square, wearing a silly hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/P4240002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This here is my classmate Barbara Hatwell. She used to be on a brittish soap called &lt;em&gt;Brookside&lt;/em&gt;. Behind her you see the same red square as in the previous picture. Do not let the name decieve you. As you see in the pictures, the square is not, in fact, very red at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/nursing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/nursing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me in heaven, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;err, Moscow Circus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) feeding an adorable wittle baby! Ain't he cute? I call him Boris. This was a really great time. I saw other people feed him, but he was pulling away from them, struggeling, and complaining but when I fed him. Well, just look! He squeezed my hand with his wittle paw! He was so cuddly! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;might have been a she, I felt that making sure might seem rude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There you go. Some of my somewhat recent life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you later!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I will give you more on my trip to Russia when all the 35mm pictures I took are in my hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112309633013017977?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112309633013017977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112309633013017977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112309633013017977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112309633013017977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-of-my-life.html' title='Some of my life'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112301386082338937</id><published>2005-08-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:24:27.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interiour Decorators, GO!</title><content type='html'>After excessive rehearsals we fixed up the room we will be showing in. It will not be the theatre, because the 2nd years are showing there. But do not fear, with mine and Alex's engineering skills, and Barbara's interiour decorating powers, we made the Tap room look increadible! Better than the theatre! The play is really funny, and so physically demanding! We are getting a hell of a workout every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another shortie, yes I know, so I will give you three beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/sunpeak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/sunpeak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun peaking through the branches of the pear tree by the Summerplace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/summerplace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the summerplace. Isn't that beautiful? Right by the lake and wonderful forests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/Tranquil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A day at the summerplace. Take the boat and head for the huge Lake Vanern. You will pass this spot. ahhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all for today folks! Good Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112301386082338937?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112301386082338937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112301386082338937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112301386082338937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112301386082338937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/interiour-decorators-go.html' title='Interiour Decorators, GO!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112293009451530343</id><published>2005-08-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T05:47:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooop</title><content type='html'>Tired. Hungry. Broke. Today was a busy busy day. The usual rehearsal, it is getting more and more physical. Two showings in the evening, building the set, had a line-run until.. now. No rest for the wicked &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;or me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Have not had a day off for ages! I wonder what I shall eat. hmm.. Water will do fine for tonight. I know this all sounds like complaining, but it's pretty common day to me nowadays. I still love what I'm doing here. And to those who worry about me in times of terrorism and poverty, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You know me! I'm not the dying type! I don't only get through things, I get through them while singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a picture. Let's see what shall I give you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/futuredrome%20site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This place is Kinekulle Quarry. Lovely looking spot! Kinekulle is a mountain close to where I grew up. This lovely location was the setting for a three day Live Roleplaying Game I played a couple of years ago. It was a fantastic post apocalyptic experience! The event itself was called Futuredrome. I will give you more on that when I am rested and have more time on my hands. Got plenty of pictures for you as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/jiropic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/jiropic.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a little teaser, this is a picture of me, as my character in named Rolaplaying experience. My name was Jiro. I was a bounty hunter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, Marcus Hammar (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;named in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/macbeth-and-blast-from-past-2.html"&gt;Blast From the Past part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) guessed the right answer to yesterday's question. The right answer was of course; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Lion statue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here you go, Marcus, you pothead (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see picture in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/macbeth-and-blast-from-past-2.html"&gt;Blast From the Past part 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you. Plus a little extra gift for being so quick to give the answer..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/DSC00540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC00540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;It's a flame.&lt;strong&gt; Cool&lt;/strong&gt;, ain't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And Conny.. a dog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;A dog? Come on man it's me we're talking about here! &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 points&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for you! (would have been &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-15 poin&lt;/span&gt;ts if you had not added SilverFang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112293009451530343?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112293009451530343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112293009451530343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112293009451530343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112293009451530343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/08/whooop.html' title='Whooop'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112283262204500411</id><published>2005-07-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:02:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I care! and Blast From the Past 3</title><content type='html'>Today rehearsals were fun as usual. I acctually rolled around the floor laughing at one point. I also rehearsed a scene from the musical Chichago. I love musicals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about my readers and I will, to the best of my ability, respond well to requests! So, here you go, Hannah! I like feedback and comments and to encourage that, here are the recent pictures of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/PIC000157.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in my room a couple of days ago. &lt;strong&gt;10 points&lt;/strong&gt; to the first to point out what the grey thing in the lower bottom corner is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/PIC000158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/PIC000158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me the next day, right before leaving the house for school! That smile does look a bit camera-forced I admit. Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/IMAG0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/IMAG0001.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken about six weeks ago on my short holiday to Sweden. I am wearing my new blue (!) shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/DSC01103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me on the same holiday, a couple of days earlier. This is what I look like from above!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now here is part three of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blast From the Past! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to Hannah! She sent me this picture to be shown here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/hannahpetersnowbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/hannahpetersnowbeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is me and Hannah in Trollhattan. As you can see it was winter. I am not entirely sure as to what year it is, but I do remember the moment! And because of my will to encourage the attention I get from my readers, I shall give you more on Hannah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/hannahelgon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/hannahelgon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah Lemoine Persson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Trollhattan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Has two cats &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they might be gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;This pretty lady is fond of making films, going to Roskilde Festival, partying among friends, playing World of Warcraft and Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keep 'em coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112283262204500411?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112283262204500411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112283262204500411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112283262204500411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112283262204500411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-care-and-blast-from-past-3.html' title='I care! and Blast From the Past 3'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112275907028554902</id><published>2005-07-30T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:53:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hurry! Damn internet cafe! make everything take long when they are about to close.. make me switch computers when I have only a few minutes to write an entry! Oh well.. Today we made props for our play, had an open day, where an independent festure film director showed up. That was quite nice. I did the sound on the 2nd year students' play again. Damn I could have made this one quite long but dont have time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one thing. here: compare me to the old me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/oldme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/oldme.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, September 2004. The passport picture I took right before moving to London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/Moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/200/Moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This here is me a couple of months back. Do I look different? I feel a lot better, I think a lot more clearly, I can do a lot more things, I am stronger, faster, more agile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I keep going at this rate, I'll be a &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no-time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all for today! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye folks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112275907028554902?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112275907028554902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112275907028554902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112275907028554902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112275907028554902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-time.html' title='No time!!!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112267247289241785</id><published>2005-07-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:27:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy times</title><content type='html'>Rehearsals, doing sound on plays... open day tomorrow. Even doing lots of schoolwork on the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Today's entry will not be very long. I have done a lot, but not much to report, as it's been more of the same. I am rather pleased with the great feeback I got for my acting today! &lt;em&gt;*small dance*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun bloopers, some wonderful new comic ideas for the play... Too bad we probably won't get to keep a copy of the tape.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I haven't selected a picture theme, so you will get one of my nice Family pictures. This one is of my neice Rebecka, and again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moffe,&lt;/em&gt; the Wonder Dog!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/MoffReb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay tuned, more interesting entries coming soon, honest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112267247289241785?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112267247289241785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112267247289241785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112267247289241785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112267247289241785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy-times.html' title='Busy times'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112256639856963085</id><published>2005-07-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:04:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gag Reel!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in rehearsals things go wrong. Sometimes they go so wrong that you can not stop laughing for ages. Imagine this; You are arguing with someone. He is supposed to say&lt;em&gt; "And you only go hunting to make up to the count!"&lt;/em&gt; but it comes out as &lt;em&gt;"You only go out to &lt;strong&gt;make out&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;cunt&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; try hold a straight face after that!&lt;br /&gt;And now, a couple of pictures of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moffe&lt;/em&gt; the wonder dog!&lt;/strong&gt; Just because &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; can't get enough of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC01114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the summerplace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/DSC00534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Also at the summerplace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/MoffBeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/MoffBeast.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is Moffe looking like a beast in a forest. A little blurry but that just adds to the effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/mrmoffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/320/mrmoffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;This here is Moffe looking at a treat with some guck fromt he forest stuck to his nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112256639856963085?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112256639856963085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112256639856963085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112256639856963085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112256639856963085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/gag-reel.html' title='Gag Reel!'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112249861038571602</id><published>2005-07-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:18:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/1600/cadavra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/cadavra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suspence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See this film...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or else...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112249861038571602?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112249861038571602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112249861038571602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112249861038571602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112249861038571602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing.'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775733.post-112249642868563556</id><published>2005-07-27T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:37:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting is fun</title><content type='html'>Playrehearsals can be so great! Our adaptation of &lt;strong&gt;The Proposal&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Anton Chekhov&lt;/strong&gt; is so funny! We're all laughing ourselves silly! Alex's character is such a ridiculous person! (and so are all the other characters in real truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a contrast, I rehearsed Macbeth. He is not as funny. In fact he is completely mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Punched four new holes in my belt today, it felt silly to have a belt that didn't acctually hold anything up. I am losing girth, but I don't seem to be losing weight. I'm turning it all into &lt;strong&gt;muscle&lt;/strong&gt;. I like.&lt;br /&gt;No blast from the past today. I shall just give you a neat little picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2810/1348/400/wide%20oldtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a&lt;em&gt; tree&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So? It's been a slow newsday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14775733-112249642868563556?l=northlion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/feeds/112249642868563556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14775733&amp;postID=112249642868563556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112249642868563556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14775733/posts/default/112249642868563556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northlion.blogspot.com/2005/07/acting-is-fun.html' title='Acting is fun'/><author><name>NorthLion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363192737574052676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzWQI1UYHOA/TlOHHj5iAnI/AAAAAAAAC6M/H1JDOVY2bBs/s220/p.PNG'/></au
