Three years of drunken rants.. And still going strong!

Today is exactly three years ago, to the date, that I started this blog. Back then I had no idea if it would even catch on and if I’d even still be blogging after three weeks, let alone three months.. Or a year, two.. even three for that matter.. But hey, here we are.. Three years later, and apparently I still have more or less coherent, relevant or sane commentary to provide on my life, every day events, recent happenings and the world of all things related to good food, good drink and random acts of self-destruction.

It always amazes and humbles me whenever I stop and look back like this.. I mean, I started out with two regular readers and no real sense of direction and purpose.. Three years down the road, I still have no sense of direction or purpose, but I dare say I have a little more than two regular readers. Of course, people have come and gone over the years, but still, in the long run, an average of 70 or so of you drop by on a daily basis.. Which is just plain cool! And with my 710 posts in 1095 days, I’ve almost fulfilled my intention of giving you a reason to drop by every day.. It’s still 0.64 posts per day, after all.

Apparently research shows that the average personal blogger is female and in her early to mid twenties. My long hair and the fact that I relate well to women aside, I think I’m failing pretty miserably at fitting into this stereotype. A lot of my readers do, however, so maybe that makes it all okay..

Another thing that makes me a misfit is my above mentioned lack of sense and direction. Apparently to gain success and long-time following in blogging, you have to narrow your scope, pick a single topic and a sense of direction in your blogging. I never really found out about this until about six months ago and in true Johan FTW (Fuck The World) fashion, I’ve chosen to blatantly ignore those directions in the six months or so I’ve know about it.. Apparently I’ll never have success.. I don’t know.. 70 readers a day, fans on four continents and a peak record of 1450 visitors in a single day.. I’d say I’m doing pretty well! And I, of course, thank every single one of you for making the whole ignoring the rules thing  still worth doing.. It’s mad for some pretty.. Ahem.. Interesting posts over the years and some quite interesting experiences..

I sometimes wonder why I’m still doing this after all these years, and then I’m like.. Oh right.. Coz it’s a hell of a lot of fun.. And because people bitch if I ever stop updating for too long.. I guess I’m a bit of an eccentric exhibitionist.

Of pandas and Jethro Tull

I spent a surprising amount of time last night on MSN discussing whether or not a Giant Panda’s supposed inability to maintain its own equilibrium while standing on one leg and playing the flute should necessarily disqualify it from becoming the front man of British classic rock band Jethro Tull.

Hmm.. Wait, that probably sounds a little weird, and it probably was.. At any rate, it made me think that I probably needed to get more sleep.. And/or a new job as to keep my mind occupied and not wandering so much.. It all started with this pic:

Which for whatever reason instantaneously reminded me of this rather famous shot of Ian Anderson from Jethro Tull:

The similarity, as you can tell, is striking.. Which of course sparked the, at that time, humorous discussion of a giant panda fronting Jethro Tull.. My only problem being, that a panda couldn’t possibly stand on one leg..

No worries, my worthy opponent countered, Ian Anderson was probably doing so many drugs in his heyday that he was lucky to get up on one leg as well. Which then spawned a heated discussion about whether or not Ian Anderson was ever on drugs.. Which lasted for all of five seconds until this gem of a video was discovered on Youtube

showing Ian Anderson more drugged up on stage than you’d thought humanly possible.. But, for some reason, still able to perform.. And they claim LSD is bad for you? Tsk!

There never was any conclusion as to whether or not a panda could do the job.. Who knows, maybe Ian even thought he was a panda during the performance, or thought himself chased by pandas.. The only real conclusions that were drawn were that people did a fuckload of drugs in the 70’s, that I don’t think I’d want to see to see a panda on copious amounts of LSD attempting Ian’s dancing and chasing about in this video.. And of course that Jethro Tull are strangely cool in some way. And that I need more sleep.. And something to keep my mind off things.. So I don’t end up having discussions like this and wasting my time telling the world about them..

I feel all.. Growed up like..

Wait.. Something isn’t right around here.. Or maybe things are finally right.. I don’t know.. All I know for sure is that things are different! I have for the first time in – God knows how many years spent my Easter sober, effective and working.. And truth be told, I don’t really know how to feel about that.. Good, I guess.. A little sad, somehow.. I don’t know.

Somehow it feels weird to be all serious like and keeping busy when everybody else are out enjoying their days off, having fun and acting irresponsible. In Denmark, Easter time spells a LOT of public holidays, so for a change I’m pretty much the only person left inside, keeping serious and getting work done – it’s usually quite the other way around. It has sucked at times, especially when the weather has been good and I’ve been wanting to get out and enjoy it.. But such is the way of the student. I have an intermediate deadline on my thesis a week from now and due to flu spells, inefficiency and a number of other reasons, I’m running more behind than I’d initially wanted to admit to myself – so I don’t really have a choice.. Bite the bullet, shape up and get back on track! So serious the new ways of the Johan.. So unlike me.

In other aspects, it hasn’t been too bad. My mom dropped by a care package the other day which was really nice of her, though it kinda confused me as it mainly contained chocolate, sweets and cookies from her trip to Italy.. A real sweet gesture, if not for the fact that I don’t eat chocolate, sweets and cookies.. But then again, she’s only known me for 28 years, how would she know? It did, however, contain some gourmet coffee and a nice tea blend which made me really happy as it has greatly approved the quality of the ritual that is my morning coffee and afternoon tea. I even ended up putting the cookies to good use in a sorta sad way as I ended up eating them one evening when I was hungry and didn’t really have anything to eat around the house.. Did I mention that Easter means a lot of public holidays around here and that stores are closed on holidays and that it’s all pretty much a major nuisance?

In other good news, my grandmother sent me a nice card the other day containing a nice personal update from her and an “easter egg” in the shape of a few hundred DKK – a tradition she’s come to apply for a few reasons. For starters she knows I don’t eat chocolate, and on top of that she worries, probably due to my scrawny build, that I don’t get enough to eat.. So every now and then, this Easter being no exception, she’ll slip me a few bills and ask me to buy myself a pizza or two.. Which I’d do, if it wasn’t for the fact that I hate Danish pizza more than most things in this world (EMO kids, duck and hardstyle music not included).. So generally I’ll slip my dear grandmother a little white lie and tell her the pizza was good while in actuality I’ll usually spend the money on real food, i.e. groceries.

So yes, what a new kind of Easter experience it has been for me. Not only have I been working and keeping busy, I’ve also drunk copious amounts of.. quality coffee and tea, and have been eating.. Really well, varied and all healthy like.. See, after having written off my many sick days to a staggering immune defense owing probably to vitamin shortage and a very simple diet, I’ve started doing weird shit such as eating salads, greens and vegetables that aren’t largely comprised of starch.. A huge step away from the usual beer, junk food, schnapps and more junk food plus beer.. I feel so grown up and responsible all of a sudden! Knowing me, though, it will probably all change once I get my thesis back on track, find the angle I’m sorta searching for at the moment and get back on schedule.. For now I’ll just enjoy my days without binge, a gut busting diets of fatty foods and alcohol with which to wash it down.. And the inevitable hangovers.. I don’t miss it at all.. Really.. Maybe.. Only ever so slightly..

Okay, I do a little.. As well should be.. It’s just not right having a blog entitled “Random Drunken Rants” devoted largely to discussing quality coffee and dinner salads.. Right? Right! I’ll see to it that I we get this ball rolling on the whole thesis issue so there’ll be time for some fun to be had, too..

Slash

Every now and then, I find myself doing something wholly irrational. Take today for example when I find myself strolling through town, enjoying some much needed fresh air (I really had been locked up too long with the flu). I pop by the record store, knowing fully well that I shouldn’t and that I’ll probably end up spending money , but it had to be done.

In what can probably only be described as a stroke of luck, some big ass guy had taken over the small metal section and claimed it as his own.. Or, I’m sure he didn’t mean to, but the sheer size of his frame would’ve made browsing a very uncomfortable – get to know one another – kind of experience, even for someone as small as me.. And while he looked friendly enough, I really wasn’t up for that.

Instead my eye was caught by something new – an even smaller books section?! What was this, pray tell, books at a record store? Had the world gone mad? This I needed to investigate and much to my joy, I discovered it to be a small section on artist biographies which I tore through in about two minutes and in the process ended up with about five books in my hands. Shaking my head rapidly from side to side, trying to figure out what had just happened, I ended up putting most of them back and was left with a DKK 100 copy of “Slash” – the autobiography of the Guns n Roses lead guitarist by the very same name – which I, in a very illogical move carried to the register and paid for before leaving.

An academic buying books may not seem entirely irrational, especially not when we’re talking a long haired academic buying autobiographies of famous rock stars.. But still, it leaves me with some explaining to do – mainly because I’m NOT in any way a Guns n Roses fan (sure, I own the greatest hits, but that’s about it), neither am I a fan of Slash – or know much about him for that matter.. More importantly, I have a thesis to write and tons of other texts to read, so winding down by reading additional books for my own enjoyment – about things that don’t really interest me as such.. Well, it doesn’t seem like the most obvious choice.

But then, yea, me shooting for obvious choices.. I’ll have to agree, it doesn’t happen all that often.. Besides, I’ve heard it’s supposed to be a really good and interesting read.. And now that I’ve picked up a copy and promised Helene I’d give her review, I see no choice but to read the damn thing and get it over with! Which shouldn’t really prove that much of a problem. Seeing as I picked the book up late this afternoon and I’m already almost 100 pages into it, and will have to admit that it actually is pretty good – my personal opinions about GnR and Slash aside.. It’s pretty over the top in a strangely fascinating kinda way. In that way I guess the tagline of “It seems excessive.. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen” is pretty true.

Whether or not I’ll believe the cover hype of “The most insane biography you’ll ever read”, well, we’ll have to wait and see.. But then again, I read biographies by several people carrying the last name of Manson, works by Hitler,  LaVey and Crowley and other prominent nutcases.. I even made it through “Taming the beast” without flinching much.. So I guess I’m a pretty hardened reader and consider insanity a pretty close friend.. I will say, though, that so far it’s pretty damn good and pretty interesting. Much more so than I thought possibly by anything related to Guns n Roses, but there you go – there’s apparently still space for surprises in this world.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to get back to..

People of the world, rejoice!

You’re soon about to read tales on here not centering entirely around me being sick and miserable! Won’t that be great? And all new-like? I reckon so.. Well, probably not new-like. It’s probably gonna be more of a back to basics kinda thing with silly, drunken ideas, stupid rants about nothing in particular and tales of ways in which to hurt one self, poke fun of the people you love and get into all sorts of trouble with all sorts of entities.. Boy, I miss that.

I was talking with Mia, Brian upstairs ex-girlfriend who happens to work at the local supermarket, today and when she asked me how I was doing, I said something along the lines of “Oh, y’know, not too bad.. I’ve only been sick for four weeks to the date..” – but I also realized that I said so with a smile on my face and in a way that prompted a laugh in return from her.. Which is something I don’t really do when I’m really sick and feeling sorry for myself (which I ALWAYS do when I’m really sick). I went on to tell her about how I’d gone from a migraine over a flue to a cold, and next week quite possibly Ebola Zaire! All while laughing and pulling out jokes in-between explaining, gesticulating and coughing my lungs up.

We chatted like that for a while until more customers showed up and started getting restless at which point I left in a strangely good mood because I now knew that if I were at a point where I could joke about the situation rather than just going “I’m sickies.. Will you hug me and pity me?” then, fuck, I must be doing better!

So, yea, all signs point to yes.. I am getting better.. The fact included that I’ve been up and around for the past few days – a little still counts – and I haven’t even once today felt like I just wanted to lie down and die.. Which has been an all too common feeling over the past few days.. I’ve even managed to work on my thesis.. So, I reckon in a few short days I’ll be allowed to go on out into the world and do stupid shit again.. I can’t wait!

Wait.. What does that even mean?

I just got the weirdest piece of spam I’ve gotten in a while.. Not that I really get a lot of spam. But sometimes a piece or two makes it through my spam filter.. Usually they’re from supposed Russian model chicks looking for western company.. But I know them to be wrongly addressed because blue eyed platinum blonde modeling chicks don’t usually go for long-haired metal heads as potential mates.. And why’d they need my credit card number as part of my contact info? I’m easily confused like that..

Anyways, I got a piece of mail reading “You can look good without any effort!” which kinda made me go: “Yea, great.. But if I can do that, then why are you trying to sell me stuff? Coz, like, I can look good without effort, so I don’t need your product right?”

Okay, this being locked up alone part is getting to me.. Can you tell? My mind starts to wander a lot, it’s a way of keeping the boredom at bay, I guess.. A very bad way, but a way none the less. See, Johans are sociable creatures. And in no ways made for being locked up inside, alone, sick and all that jazz.. There was a time I used to not really mind, but I guess such times are of the past.. Like five years in the past.

Speaking of years in the past, it occurred to me – after realizing that I’d actually been freezing quite a lot (a rather uncommon feeling for me) lately – that I might want to find a long sleeve to wear since I’m supposedly trying to get better (and doing well at it it would seem). Thing is, though, I really am a jeans and t-shirt kinda guy, to the bone, so finding anything in my pile of clothing resembling a long sleeve is actually a fuck of a lot harder than you’d actually thing. People who truly know me acknowledge this fact, and tease me with it..

But yea, I guess this time around, the ridicule is actually somewhat justified. Finding a long sleeve actually took a lot longer than I’d like to admit and the result was only somewhat successful. The shirt that I did end up finding was not only an old novelty one given by my dad at least six or seven years back.. It also proved to show that a lot has changed in that period of time. I mean, I knew I’d changed a lot both in character and in appearance in the last ten years, really who doesn’t? I knew I’d slimmed down quite a lot in the time, too, but I wasn’t prepared to nearly get lost in the shirt once I put it on.. But hey, that’s what happened.. I’m pretty sure with a little effort I could fit into this shirt twice.. No really..

Which caused me to spend my first five minutes in my new-found long-sleeve stumbling around confused and bewildered, looking a right idiot in a ridiculously over-sized shirt.. But oh well, at least I’m warm now.. I honestly should’ve thought of this before.. I feel so S-M-R-T… I mean.. S-M.. Ah, forget it! What matters is I feel all warm like and a lot better like. I really do feel better than I did last night at this time where I was actually starting to think that I might be well today, but after a minor relapse this morning, I guess it wasn’t really to happen. Maybe tomorrow’s the day, then? I’m reasonably sure I could be up and about by now with nothing but a bit of a sore throat to give me trouble.. But I’ve been known to push my luck and not always get away with it.. So I’ve decided to stay grounded for at least another day. I even took tomorrow off work y’know, just to be safe. Four hours of wandering around a drafty terminal building after being sick for three weeks straight probably isn’t the best idea I’ve ever heard of.. Yet, I’ve done so before, with mixed results.. So a day off it was. I felt bad about calling in sick since I wasn’t technically sick (heck, I feel bad calling in sick one day when Tina more or less made me because I was technically sick), so I managed to trade my shift off to good ol’ Jakob instead.. Which made everybody feel good.. Everyone except my wallet.. But oh well, gotta think of yourself every now and then, I guess.

Man, I’m really hoping I will be better tomorrow.. I’m hating this more and more every day..

Strung out!

I’ve been strung out on a lot of things in my life; ham, cheese, alcohol, Skittles, bacon.. You name it.. Probably the only thing I’ve never been strung out on is drugs.. Probably partly because I’m not a fan of mind altering substances, whether subscribed or not.. Partly because I have a very addictive personality which is another good reason to never ever try drugs.. I’ll stick to my other addictions, thank you very much!

Speaking of which, if there has been one common denominator for the days of my life for the last many months, it has been COFFEE – black as midnight on a moonless night (extra points and gold stars for spotting the reference) – and lots of it! And, really, I do mean a lot. Look, we all know I’ve been busy lately, and every now and then I’ve needed a pick-me-up which then led to another and then one more.. To a point where five or six cups before lunch wasn’t unusual.

So, while the jury is still out on whether or not coffee is good or bad for you, there’s really no need to be drinking 10-14 cups a day, especially not if you’re doing so due to sheer addiction.. And especially not now that my body is being taken somewhat better care of than it used to be – e.g. being fed better food and not pulled through borderline self-destructive binges upwards of five times a week.. So, I’m trying to cut down, and doing rather well at it, I might add.. Or well, as well as a caffeine fiend could possibly do. I’m down to four cups in the first two hours of the day.. Which is two cups down from the norm and about as low as I can possibly go, I need my Morning Joe. Also, last night I, for the first time in months (kinda sad, really), drank less than one pot during a four hour shift at work.. Tonight, I cut it all the way down to just three cups! Which was a struggle, to say the least, having to constantly fight the urge to reach for the pot or the cup or whatever, while frantically typing away at the keyboard and eventually being offered a piece of gum by a colleague who probably thought I was fighting heavy nicotine and/or heroine withdrawals.. So, that’s good right? And I’m feeling better, right?

Well, you’d think so.. But, honestly, I’m feeling like shit! And I’m not even kidding. Ask anyone who’s trying to kick a bad habit and they’ll tell you it’s no fun.. Ask me how I’m doing and, unless you’re a cute, female, and smell pretty, I’ll more than likely tell you to go fuck yourself! Okay, it’s not that bad.. But it’s not that good either. I’m hurting! I’ve got a migraine! I’m shaking! And I’m irritable to all fuck! All from trying to kick a bad caffeine habit.. Who’d have thunk? It’s ridiculous.. It’s even starting to affect my sleeping patterns in a negative direction. Which I suppose will give me a good card to play. You see, Tina and I, in our efforts to always have something new and exciting to argue about, have taken to bickering about coffee consumption and it’s affect on your sleeping patterns. I’ve always held that coffee in the ridiculous amounts that I consume it, has no lasting effects in terms of kick, but rather becomes just an addiction and eventually wears you out even more in the end.. I guess now with me sleeping less from drinking less coffee, I’m proven right? Right?! But I digress..

On the upside, I think my stomach loves me again, and I’m pretty sure my body generally feels better.. Now, to convince my head and brain to shape up or slip out so I can start feeling generally better about cutting down..

Some people just aren’t right in the head..

Seriously! I nearly got more or less end gamed on my way home from work.. Not on my own idiotic doing this time around.. But because someone, in lack of better things to do decided to hurl balls of ice and packed snow at me, from behind, while I was unknowingly going downhill – fast – on my bike heading home from work.. Dude, what the fuck?!

I don’t generally use this space to lash out at people.. But, seriously, get a grip! Stop! Think! Being bored doesn’t really have to include random acts of attempted violence towards random strangers.. Sure, hurling the odd snowball can be all fun and games.. But.. The first one went past me so close and fast that I heard both the swoosh and the impact, despite wearing headphones and listening to Metallica’s “And Justice For All”.. On a positive note, it prepared me for the others that were coming, but it also surprised and scared me to a point where I nearly lost control of my bike.. Which could’ve easily gotten quite ugly.. And that’s not even considering what could’ve happened, had it hit me in the back of the head.. Blah!

Geeze, I now officially feel like a grumpy old man, bitching at the youth of today, but seriously.. WTF? I’m all for the random prank and all, but it’s a thin line between being a prankster and being stupid, I guess.

25 completely random facts about me

Gaz started this on Facebook, I figured I’d play along since, well, I finished my last exam (with good results, thank you very much) and don’t know what to do with my time now.. Obviously, since this is not Facebook, I’m not tagging anyone.. I’m just doing it for the hell of it.. And, btw, if you know all of these (or even close) you know me too well..

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to “NOTES” under tabs on your “PROFILE” page (you may have to add the tab by clicking on the + sign), click on “Compose New Message” and paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)

1) I am (on my father’s side) a second generation result of the marriage between two of the wealthiest families in my home town, still I don’t have a dime to my name. 

2) I’ve talked more with my mother in the past month and a half than I have in the three odd years preceding those.

3) I wholeheartedly believe “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen to be the most beautiful song ever written. My favorite version is the 1984 original studio, and no, I don’t think Buckley did a better job. 

4) I own a Greyhound ticket to Vegas signed by Michael Jackson, the King of Pop.

5) I once kicked Ben Affleck in the shin. 

6) I have been dragged backstage by a girl at a rock show! \m/

7) The few fobia that I do suffer from include fear of needles and of dentists.  

I’ve had several paranormal experiences in my life, it has made me curious and somewhat of a skeptical believer.

9) I’m a pretty good cook. I’ve received praise from trained chefs and been encouraged to become a chef myself, yet my main joy from cooking comes from offering my friends a healthy and hearty, home-cooked meal. 

10) I’m generally (and morbidly) fascinated with the darker aspects of the human mind. People like Josef Mengele, John Wayne Gacy and Ted Bundy fascinate me, even if I’m appalled by  their actions.

11) I have a very strong interest in quality spirits and wine. I own 20+ bottles of sprits and keep a steady stock of quality wine. I consider them collector’s items. Some are included amongst the priciest objects I own, others are priceless. 

12) When we were burglarized a few weeks ago, my first thought was “Oh fuck! I hope they didn’t take my AC/DC ticket!” 

13) I don’t eat deep fried food, partly because I think it’s disgusting, partly because it makes me sick. 

14) I also generally don’t eat cakes, ice cream, desserts. I will eat chocolate but usually only as an ingredient in savory dishes. When I do touch such things, people look at me strangely. 

15) I have a pretty, bright pink flower clad toy horse living in my hallway. A garden gnome used to live there, too, but he got smashed during an Xmas party.. No one but me really miss him. 

16) I seriously am planning to watch both “Pretty Woman” and “The Sound of Music” sometime in the near future. This has to do with them being included on a “must see movies” list rather than my sexuality. 

17) Speaking of sexuality; wherever I go,  people often seem to think I’m gay. This was particularly bad in the states.

18) I started growing my hair out two and a half years ago as part bet, part rebellion. Now I can hardly imagine myself with short hair, neither can several people I’ve gotten to know over the past few years.

19) When I (hopefully) earn my Master’s degree this summer, I’ll have spent 20 of my 28 years on this planet going to school.

20) Two yeas ago, I turned down a headhunting offer from the LEGO company on account of wanting to finish my Master’s. Thought I don’t generally believe in regrets, it still bothers me to this day. 

21) I have a serious addiction to Capsaicin, the active irritant in chili peppers, I grow three varieties myself, and keep a stock of three dried varieties as well + hot sauces.. And I’m looking to buy more plants come spring. 

22) I’m having a hard time buying onto the Obamania. I fear whatever he does, he’s gonna fail to live up to the expectations held by people around the world.. I wish him luck, though. 

23) I own a plot of land on the Scottish island of Islay. 

24) My absolute favorite act in the world is Swedish progressive death metal band, Opeth. I like music that requires effort to listen to and theirs is just breath-taking. 

25) This damn thing took me a hell of a lot longer to complete than I’d ever expected.

What are you all doing here? I mean.. Thank you!

I’ve stated numerous times that I started this blog simply for the fun of it and never expected it to go anywhere.. Well, guess what, it kinda is going places.. And I know that I can’t complain about getting upwards of a hundred visitors a day on slow days.. I am, however, fully entitled to be amused and confused as to where all these people are coming from and what they’re doing here. A rather fun feature about WordPress.com is that it offers various statistics and lists about how people discovered your blog, either through listing search terms used to end up here or by listing the site that linked them here. 

Yea, I know, some of you are friends and acquaintances, I know that and I appreciate you popping by – still, I sometimes get a little confused when I’m telling an anecdote to people and they go “Oh, I know, I read on your blog” .. But that’s just me.

I’m reasonably sure that parts of the crowd come here looking for Metallica set-lists, reviews, recipes or whatever. I’m not that dumb, I can read referrers and search engine results alike To you, I’ll say that I hope you found what you were looking for.. And since I, by now, get a lot of people coming here after searching for “pre-made Mojito mix” and “What is Vodka good for?” I hope, I may have even enriched the lives of a few random strangers with my thoughts and ramblings on proper mixology and all things drink-related.

Then there are those of you who I’ve no idea about how end up here, but you leave nice, encouraging comments and I love that.. So thank you! I like comments in general, and they’re nice to get from people I know and don’t know alike.. Even people that I know from ages back that I haven’t talked to for years have left comments which makes me feel good.. In a purely heterosexual way, mind you, Der and Edge.. Of course there are the downright weird comments as well, such as what can only be described as fan letters from 12 year-old girls thinking I’m a member of the band Green Day.. Yea, sweethearts, I’m sorry for poking fun of that.. But I’m really not.. I wish I were, though.

Of course, there are also referrals from WordPress.com’s automated “Possibly related posts feature” which is basically WordPress’ way of telling readers of a certain post on a certain blog that these other posts from these other blogs may be related and of interest. Now, this system can be A LOT of fun for a blog like mine where I write about a shitton of different stuff such as cooking, mixology, drinking, music and what have you.. Because I get links from friggin’ all over.. And usually end up feeling kinda bad because most of them are either from family oriented foodie sites coming here because most posts are somehow related to food these days, or religious oriented blogs pointing here because of numerous references to Slayer’s “God Hates Us All” album.. I can’t help but wonder what these poor people coming here from such blogs may be thinking when they’re reading posts that may start out all nice and civilized-like and eventually generate into profanity laden drunken rants about this and that, mostly of the “can you say what the fuck did I do last night?” variety.. Oh well.

Last, but certainly not least, there are those of you who are just declared “fans” of my writing and use your own blogs or web pages to link here.. Some of you I know, like Eira, Matt and Mette.. Others of you, I’ve, to the best of my knowledge, never met or spoken to, yet you somehow enjoy my ramblings.. This is probably the group that give me the strongest ambivalent feeling of “this is nice” and “WTF?” and I mean that in a really good way.. I get a lot of links from d8ergirl.com and ninapintasantamaria.wordpress.com especially, and until recently I had no idea until I visited the sites and realized that I was listed in their favorites or blogrolls which is awesome, just unexpected is all. Especially coz these blogs are written by women and all.. I mean, for a rock ‘n’ roll fella like me, female fans are always a hit, but that people I don’t even know can find something interesting in my ramblings, that truly humbles me.. I’ve often wanted to drop a comment or an email to say thanks for the gesture, but partly I haven’t had the guts and partly I didn’t know what to write “Umm.. Hi, I’m sorry that guys are pigs.. But I see you like my blog?” .. or.. “So, I hear your uterus is acting up again.. I’m Johan, btw, of Random Drunken Rants fame” uhh.. no.. So I’ve more or less just left it at that.. Here’s a link back, though, ladies, and a pat on the back. I’m glad I’ve somehow managed to keep you interested with my pointless babbling