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Note to Reader: The funny thing about writing this webpage is that by the time I sit down to write,
nothing is linear anymore. The whole concept becomes impossible. This is just a disclaimer to alert said reader that nothing
is in linear or chronological order. Consider yourselves warned. And welcome to my psychotic world in which order is irrelevant
anyway.
New Obsession: In the last few days I have become obsessed with this web diary from the Sun's NBA player,
Paul Shirley. All of this is thanks to Fanta, who emailed me the link. It's this random web journal in which this player,
who never gets off the bench, gets to rant and rave about life as an NBA Nobody.
After reading I quickly realized that my sarcastic nature has been somewhat subdued thus far (on the webpage) so
as to keep my mother from having to deal with mass embarassment, because her daughter lacks the ability to grow up. Shirley,
with no desire to appease his mother, has let his sarcastic and sinical nature saturate the content of this cooky
and addictive NBA diary (Paul doesn't like the word Blog).
The man is one cocktail short of bitter and at one point writes, "if you're looking for game coverage, seek an alternative
source." To me that's pure poetry. When I wrote my web diary for Purdue I refused to do game summaries. It's just too monotonous
and repetitive (plus it's already somebody else's job). I only do them now because I realize the struggle my family
must go through cutting and pasting swedish text into comprehension.
I think I spent a good two or three hours today reading through his diaries. They're quite comical and entertaining.
What I like best are the little stories about being an athlete and how people treat you, or the strange things people say
to you because of your athletic appearance. I cannot tell you how many times some old lady or middle-aged man has come up
to me and asked if I run track, play volleyball, maybe basketball, or my personal all-time favorite, cheerleading. Funny though,
nobody ever guesses soccer (that is unless I'm standing in the middle of a soccer store). My standard reply is usually a solid
No (as in no I don't play any sports), but if I'm in a good mood I might humor them with the idea that I play either golf
or badmitton (no offense meant to anyone who plays either of these sports).
Without getting too off track I just wanted plug this new find and let people read something new, since I imagine that
most of you read this when you have become too bored with work or there's nothing good on TV. Option No. 2 has arrived.
Enjoy, I know Fanta and I already have.
6/6/05: Today is National Swedish day; equivalent to our fourth of July.
A couple of flags were raised, a few people donned their patriotic wear and there was a noticeable scattering of personal
hand held Swedish flags, but it was nothing like the fanfair I expect to commence in America come the 4th of July.
300 years of no war equates to somewhat manufactured patriotism. No one here really knows what they should be doing on
this day, besides gardening and playing golf. There is one blarring excuse though, it being the first time the country has
declared such a day.
It's just odd to me because we (the U.S.) have so many patriotic freaks and rednecks ready to blow up their houses with
fireworks, that the lackluster celebration seems counterproductive and irrelevant.
No fireworks, no barbeque, no rednecks, what kind of national holiday is this?
King Oscar: In Oscar's universe he is king; it's as simple as that. Oddly enough
some of this thinking actually manifests itself into real life kingery. And every night like clockwork Oscar inacts his, "I
refuse to go to bed until. . . ." routine.
Last night it was I refuse to go to bed until you let me try on all of my play costumes so that I can climb onto my dresser
and repeatedly jump into my bed routine. Every few jumps there was a manditory costume change.
This was followed by an extensive journey into the world of children's literature (meaning Anna had to read him multiple
kiddy books) along with giving him a good old evening snack. I think he dozed off like an hour or so later.
I always have a little chuckle when it gets about that time. I like watching Anna build herself up for the Oscar showdown
she knows is about to take place. It's going to be real interesting for the rest of the week. . .Anna just got on a plane
to Italy for the week for some medical conference. Good luck Mats, I'm anxious to see how you do.
Please observe the following footage only so as to complete the picture of what life is truly like in the world of Oscar
the King.
| this is the first outfit. . .a simple helmet |
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| but clearly that wasn't enough . . . |
| I believe this was the knight/policman outfit |
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| I swear I thought he was gonna smack his head on the side of the wall. |
| Honestly, I have no idea what this costume is. |
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| I think it's. . .you know what, who cares, why try and analyse the mind of a 6 year old. |
| This is my personal favorite. |
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| I think it's another Knight with some kind of alegator hat. At least the kid is original. |
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