When I was ten I used to draw obscene figures with Claris Works on my sisters brand new Mac Computer. Then I tried Paint, I played around with it for a while, started making layout images with Fireworks MX, drawing and animating with Flash, worked on a few vectors with illustrator, even created a couple of web-comics and other character designs. And suddenly I started believing that no decent creation could be made without a $400 Wacom. Did I get a $400 Wacom? Nah, I just stopped actively drawing on my PC, which wasn't a bad choice per say since I've had much time left over for many other things, but the bottom line of this story without apparent moral is that you CAN draw good stuff on your computer without a $400 Wacom. So, I've been going back to drawing on my PC, with a crappy mouse, and it works just fine. No problem. It just takes much longer time than I would like it to. I'd rather just spend five minutes and then BOOM there's a work of art, but things don't work that way. Art doesn't work that way. Anyway, there's a new 'brush' page up on CDB, a place to post all my experimental Fireworks MX creations, so take a look at what occasionally pops up on the canvas. They're not works of art since they take no more than five minutes to make, but whatever, it's fun, you should try it. ;) Go Go.

Yeah, it snowed today, a lot. This morning I thought it was all going to melt when the sun started blazing red as if it was the blossom of spring, but then things changed and it crept back behind a curtain of clouds again and the snowfall began. I took a walk to Kungsängen shortly after waking up, stopped by my cousin David for a quick snack and then a trip to Lilsjön and the artificial hill beside it, which we slid down countless times in a furious turbulence of flaking snow. Returned to his apartment drenched, changed, ate lunch, tea, played a few rounds of Speed Kings and took another walk to a nearby supermarket where my parents were shopping, to shorten my voyage home. The snowfall seized first at the dawn of darkness. After a quick supper and shower I'm now posting blogs, translating the rest of FlatPress, watching a couple of movies, reading the remaining pile of comics from Östersund and working on uncompleted projects during the rest of the day and night.

I've been thinking about this for a while, and it's a bit surprising, but there are only two living people in this world I truly respect. Trust? A lot of people. Love? Quite a few. Like? Hundreds. Respect? Not likely. The first respected person of mine is Christopher Downing, a friend I had back in elementary that I have now lost contact with, unfortunately. He was like a saint, always happy, never judging, never holding a grudge, and very generous. Actually he was such a nice person that I usually felt bad for not being nice enough towards him. Maybe the reason I really respect him is that I never really got to know him, the more you learn about people the more flaws you discover. Some people are completely different in public, some are the same in any kind of situation, some are always themselves, some you never really figure out. Current friends and family I treasure, but after interacting with them for so long and noticing all their flaws it's hard to fully respect them. Maybe I'm the one who's too judgmental, who knows. The second respected person on my very short list of people is an old teacher btw.

Moving on, how about people you would trust your life with? Do you know anyone who would give their life to save yours? When faced with such a situation, who would? My brother? My sister? My father? My mother? It's hard to say, I'd like to say a definite yes to my parents at least, but reality is never soft around the edges. I doubt any of my friends would be so generous, maybe Bear, since he's really really Catholic, doesn't seem to be hesitant to as if the life after this will be better or existent. And then another question, is there anyone I would give my life to save? I don't think so. I mean, I would risk my life to save many people I care about, but I would never be willing to give my own life away in exchange. Even in a situation where multiple lives could be saved by a sacrifice I doubt I'd be willing, it feels like I have too much to lose. It might seem like I'm cold and heartless, but ask yourself the same thing. Be honest

I was logged of automatically from my blog just now while trying to post an entry. Why? My calender went wrong with eight years so I moved up the date, which resulted in the cookies from 2001 suddenly running out. Thus the post I had been typing was not auto-saved during the process of me typing this, since the cookies were without my knowledge malfunctioning, resulting in me having to type in the post once more, which is never a very appreciated task. I was about to login again when suddenly the password just slipped my mind. I've been using it for quite a while now and I haven't forgotten it since I created it, so it put me in a bit of a panic state, tried all kinds of combinations to no ado. Then I tried watching a movie, and after reading the startling starting credits the password just... BAM... popped back into my mind. What a strange experience, huh...

Oh, I've always been genius, but it's been a few days since I was completely (unh)armed. What? You didn't read the post I posted a few days back? It's right here. I've been keeping my arm in an angular position since then, and it finally seems to be turning back to normal. I wouldn't dream of lifting weights yet, but I can at least move the arm around normally without it hurting, which is great news! Feels great, and I shall try to prevent this from happening again by building up my body methodically, one portion at a time, each session without distortion. Good day!

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