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I want to say something about my relationship with Tom Morello.
I HATE Tom Morello.
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Yeah. My 360 died today. Fucking three red rings of total crapage.  Nice timing, shitwad.

What do all conversations have in common? No matter how short. No matter how meaningless. No matter how retarded. Every god damned conversation has at some point been about — yeah, you guessed it — the weather. And I sure as hell don’t want to be any different, so here goes!

The Weather. The. Weather. This is a bloody bad idea. I could write about the weather for ages. I live in friggin’ icetastic Norway, and I hate anything below 15 degrees Celsius. I’m fucked from the get-go. Me and Mr. W go way back, starting on our 22nd year now. That’s quite some time. And the only time I’ve been truly happy with the old bugger is last summer when I went to Greece with my girlfriend. A big, fat, yellow sun prancing around on the horizon. Gracefully embracing your skin with its yellow tentacles of love. Piercing through clouds whiter than the purest cocaine. It makes me all jiggly just thinking of it. Well, cut the crap and fast forward to today. It’s the 16th of March today and that nonsensical excuse of common science that is “Mr Weather” decided to rear its mentally defected head once again. As I was driving home from the store, some two hours ago, it started to snow. Yes. Snow. What the hell? The only time when snow is remotely tolerable is during Christmas. And no, Christmas has yet to be moved to March. Blargh, I want summer, and I want it now. Ironically, I have a great wish for some day to move to Canada. I’m such a dunce.

Enough of that. Easter is up. Easter - that time when some hairy, infant-loving dude named Jesus supposedly got tired of being dead, and well - grew some wings and flew away. Feel free to correct me if I’ve got the facts wrong. However, to the enlightened child that is yours truly, easter means nothing more than time off school and candy. The latter in an abundance. So, mom, if you’re reading this, the following is what Trine got from her mother: Candy1 and Candy2!

Also, as my birthday is now only two days away, Trine handed me some awesome bounty yesterday. A Team Fortress 2 inspired T-shirt. The message is pretty “internal” and I love it. Thanks. <3

I was going to write something about how completely inane Sony Ericsson has been designing their pc software as well, but I’ve written way too much already. Hopefully you’re all doing well, no matter how excruciating the weather around you may be. Bye. : )

So. What the Fuck. It’s midnight and I just woke up. On a Tuesday. I have like school and shit in thirteen hours. There’s no chance in hell I’ll be awake enough to go all the way in to Oslo. If anything I’ll fall asleep on the train and wake up in … Drammen. I have nightmares about waking up in Drammen.

Oh well, never mind that. Last Friday was an exciting one at thomasaj.com. We introduced The Friday Corner with Star Ranter Eirik “Xerox” Jensen. Each Friday he will post his interesting, user friendly, charming, witty and cozy rants about being a northerner living in Oslo. Unedited. Uncensored. It will be brutal. So, every Friday there will be a break from the usual whiny mcbitch rants of yours truly. Eirik owns the Fridays at Thomasaj.com. You have been warned. (if you have comments about The Friday Corner - but you do not dare to oppose the mighty “Xerox” - send me an email at thomas at thomasaj dot com)

Oh yeah, on the administrative side - I’ve added an RSS feed to the site. So whenever I (or Eirik) post something it will now automagically pop up in your RSS reader.

Last Friday we celebrated the first edition of TFC with some heavy duty gaming. You can see a big ass picture of Mr. Xerox in gaming mode here! (No, there’s no ass in the picture) We played some Army of Two and ate cupcakes made by SchiZo. It was pretty awesome, and we should do it again soon. Also on a gaming note - I’ve been playing the Call of Duty 4 campaign again. On the hardest difficulty this time around. It’s so fucking impossible I want to jam forks up the arse of every Infinity Ward employee. And their moms. Seriously, if I lose it and go bloody bananas on my bloody tv, 360, wall, window or girlfriend - I’m sending the receipt to them. Bloody wankers. >: (

Also, who would you rather fuck? Matt Damon or Ben Affleck? I’d say Matt Damon. Why? Well, if you squint (and are drunk to boot) Matt Damon might look a tad bit like me! So it would be like fucking myself. And who wouldn’t want to fuck themselves? Idiots. That’s who!

And just as a closing note. If you’re gonna go jogging in the middle of the road. In the middle of the night. YOU WEAR A REFLECTIVE VEST OR SOME KIND OF REFLECTING MATERIAL! I’ll drive over you next time, you retarded joggerman you..

Thomas out.
(Any swearing is me wanting to be Yahtzee. And it’s late. I shouldn’t be up.)