Thursday, July 5, 2012

Uhm... hello.

It's depressing to think about how long it was since my last blog entry. But perhaps we can ignore that teeny tiny little detail and pretend like everything's normal, mmm'kay?

I'll try to whip this dead horse alive again. I think I need it. I know the world needs it.

This blog may not be as strictly about classic films as it used to be. It may consist more of narcissistic rants about how society is too stupid to realize that I am The Almighty Lolita of the Classics! - nowadays a divorced 24 year old steaming pile of shit that can't even hold down a job as a hotel maid. Not even Dominique Strauss-Kahn wants me.

Juuust kiddin'! I'm not that down in the gutter. I'm awesome. Just a little... out of sync. With everything and everyone.

This time it's personal. This blog will keep me sane while I, for the umptyfifth time, sit at home looking for a job and wonder how the hell I will be able to afford my rent, my booze and my Virginia Slims. It won't be pretty. But it will satisfy your deep down, dark, hidden desires to gloat at other people's misery.

Nah, kiddin' again. I'll try to be pleasant. And those who know me also know that I am at least trying, though not always succeeding.

I am now a resident of Greta Garbo's home town. Also the home of our Whore King. (Seriously, not my invention: false 1 SEK coins are now circulating in my beloved country of the North. Instead of the text "The King of Sweden" on it, there is the phrase "Our Whore/Adulterer of a King". So funny. But silly. A king should sleep with whomever he wants, whenever he wants. The same goes for the queen. And if the people don't approve: let's do away with the damn monarchy then. Yes, this was a long and pointless parenthesis. Sorry about that.)

So I live in Stockholm now. Guess that was what I was trying to say. Uhm... yeah. I'll be back with some exciting stories. Or movie reviews. Or narcissistic rants.

Hey ho, let's go!

(Does anyone know how to get rid of those annoying advertisements that appear as links in my blog post? I feel violated.)

Update: I'm a computer whiz. Got rid of the ads. Ain't sellin' my soul over 'ere!

12 comments:

  1. The Divine Miss JJuly 5, 2012 at 3:43 PM

    Oh my darlin! You're back!

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  2. Stories, reviews, rants ... whatever you like. We'll love it whatever...

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  3. Nice to have you back! I'd written you off as gone forever.

    Not sure about the "annoying advertisements" though. I don't have any on Happyotter. Try turning off AdSense.

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  4. Uhmmm so we haven't met. But I REALLY think we need to "talk". I would like your opinion in a script-o-mine that will (hopefully) turn into a Noir-Style Graphic Novel. Whaddya' say? You have a lot of spare time after all ;)

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  5. Oh, you sweet darlings... I love you <3

    Toncho: Bring it on, sounds really interesting!

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  6. Lolita: I look forward to your rants very much. You have been quiet too long and I've missed you. Now that you have found your way back, don't be a stranger.

    To get rid of those annoying links, try this:

    go to "Settings" - "Posts and Comments" - "Show Backlinks?" - then choose "Hide"

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  7. Ooops - I just see that you have figured out how to get rid of the ads yourself. Ah, beautiful and smart.

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  8. Yay - you're back! Finding this has made my day :-)

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  9. Mykal:
    Haha, geez, thank you :) Actually I realized there was some damn toolbar that forced those ads on me.

    thegreatbaz:
    Love to you!

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  10. Yayh! vore roligt om den här bloggen blir lite som din första.Den man satte frukostmackan i halsen när man läste. Kram på dig syst

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  11. Syster:
    Haha! Men en rökande hund kanske verkar lovande?

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