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Happy Eighties!

Collage Of The Awesome Eighties

My dad's hitting a commendable age today, so Happy Birthday Dad! And Happy Valentine. And have a Happy Day everyone else!

Image source here. Haven't watched that video but it looks nostalgic... homage to the greatest era ever. Today both a personal birthright and grand numerical reason for celebration. So here's a dedication.

Time to jump off and eat some cake and stuff; honor a good dude, who's lived quite the live and pulled through... I wrote a poem in Swedish, but one more might be good too! Without this father figure I'm not sure what I would do. Or where I'd be. Who I'd be. Who I'd look to if in true despair or need. And would I have the free time, to spare on creative fares and deeds? Would I have time to here emcee? Would I have the view on the world I have - learned from all the turfs we mapped, growing up way further back in exotic burbs with turban hats? My sun spots dot me spotty, like I'm on the verge of black.

Learned piano, stirred some mats, even got a marching drum. We're all way back in Sweden now, but still look at how far we've come!

Eighty years? I hate the wear, but hope it'll still be great in here, with food and cake and awaking cheer. Ringing away the ancient years.

And here's to another ten at least, till once again we pen and feast, and honor this great tennis beast! Though he may not see the same play in me - I seek other ways to be. He still plays at least two games a week, can't age defeat, we take a knee.

Happy Birthday, BG.

Köping, National Pizza Day & Hand Grenades

Last Thursday just so happened to be National Pizza Day! So guess what?

I took a trip to Köping. By train.

What does Köping have to do with pizza? Not a thing, yet, but I figured I might as well document this little adventure for the blog. I've never been there before, though I've been to Arboga, which is just a station beyond it, and Örebro, which is a bit further down the same line.

I've been exploring adjacent locations in similarly brief intervals the past few years, spending a spare day here or there when I can, thinking maybe I'll see some cool sights; experience some new things; meet some people; briefly break routines and tourist a bit at not too high a price...

Read on...

A Beaver Eating Cabbage

Make sure to watch this all the way for optimal health-related benefits.

Sometimes The Best Way To Come Back...

Sometimes the best way to come back to something you love is to walk away for a time.

Trying To Think Your Way Out Of Overthinking...

Trying to think your way out of overthinking is like trying to sniff your way out of a cocaine addiction.


Is ripped good, and jacked bad? It seems you can use both of these words to say that for example you have a proclivity for visible ab muscles, but if you're jacked up then... you're in bad shape.

I've seen multiple forms of these words and combinations used in movies recently, as to denote both being gravely injured and/or looking good, so I figured I'd get to the root of it all here. Quick Google...

Ripped, definition #3 (of 3):
Having well-defined or well-developed muscles; muscular.

Jacked, definition #2 (of 2):
(Of a person) having very well-developed muscles.

The source here being Oxford Languages. Merriam-Webster has similar definitions for both.

Jacked up, on the other hand, traces back to the primary definition for jacked, of being physically or mentally stimulated from the effects of a drug or stimulant. (Oxford Languages)

It's not official, but in common slang it thus means: Wrecked, messed up.
As you would be were you under the influence of drugs as they were said to influence you with continued usage.

There's no similar slang for ripped up, though literally it means the same.

So there. Words: jacket of all trades.

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