104 vs. 60

At this writing moment I've got 104 followers on Twitter. And I'm following 60 myself. You might think that's great, and that I must be really awesome. But no, that's not it. Let me show you. Out of my 104 followers there are :

* about 10 "people"(probably just 1 or 2 with alot of accounts) that wants me to follow links they post that makes me end up at some porn site.

* about 10 people that wants me to follow them back so that they can make money out of me following links on how to make money from people following your links. These people tend to leave and return every now and then.

* about 8 people that followed me because they searched a special word and that way found me. They often leave in 1 min to 5 days. But are shortly replaced by another word searcher. I once made fun of Bibel studies, which gained me a religios follower that still actually follows me....

* about 6 people that followed me and then forgot their twitter password, or died, and haven't been logged on since mid June. Would be kinda creepy if the died and logged on though.

* about 10 people that followed me because of a FollowFriday.

* about 5 people that followed me because of a FollowFriday and will leave in 1-3 weeks because I wont follow them back because they only talk about American Football.

* about 15 people that followed me back because I followed them. They don't really care as long as they have alot of followers.

* about 40 people (the rest) that actually appreciates me for me and my dry Swedish humor.

Me, I only follow people that makes me feel happy. And some informative people that I find useful or fun.

So you see. I'm still actually the underdog....

As time goes by

Could you say that your old girlfriends kids, that they "made" after your relationship, are cute? Of course I'm looking at this from the male perspective, but I guess it goes both ways. I think that as soon as your relationship is over and she gets a kid, it's labled "goblin" by default.I don't think it matters if you ended the relationship or if she did. Or that you agreed about breaking up, it is and will always be a goblin.

You never get to be completely happy...

I thought I could start a post and save it and then later pick it up again and it would get the same date as I publish it. Turns out I can't. Bummer.

May I Have Your Attention?

I like attention. Let's face it, everyone that blogs or Tweet likes attention. Anyone who say differently should write in Notepad or in an old fashion diary. I started out using Twitter because I heard about it on the radio about a year ago. I wanted to find funny famous people to follow. People that I thought would lighten up my days at work. I started following @ThisIsRobThomas (Rob Thomas, lead singer from Matchbox 20) when he had about 500 followers. Now he's got >140.000. Back then he actually replied on one of my tweets. But is he fun to follow? No he's not. I tried "Weird" Al Yankovic. If anyone would be fun to follow he'd be the one, right? Wrong. I've found that famous peopel use Twitter as free advertising. Which makes me kinda sad, but that was actually the idea with Twitter in the first place... Not to make me sad, but to advertise. David "Bud Bundy" Faustino replied to me when I wrote in a tweet that I heard that he'll play Bilbo in "The Hobbit" 2011. I ment it as a joke, because he's short as hell. After that I find his tweets to be really annoying. Just RT'ing every message anyone writes to him, even if it's funny or not. So to conclude this, there are no funny famous people on Twitter. But there are alot of funny non famous people. And even though I'll never be as accepted as people with english as their native language I'll do my best to entertain. So I guess it feels extra good when I DO get the attention. Personally I don't think that my funniest tweets are on this list but some are. So if you're on Twitter and wanna gimme some attention, this is a good way. http://favstar.fm/users/MaDom

It's a timeline, so you have to read it from the bottom.

The Day Sweden Almost Became a Republic

Some years ago (I could probably tell you how many years if I counted, but then I'd be depressed and stop writing) I did my military service in the forest around the Swedish town of Luleå. For one week we were gonna be main guards at two of the royal castles in Stockholm. One castle is in Old Town and is more or less a tourist attraction nowadays. The other one is on an island called Drottningholm and is the residence of the royal family. I was was ordered to be at the last one. One evening I was guarding the entrance the royal familys personal habitation when a car came driving and stoped about 25 meters (~80 feet) from me. Out of the car came a young girl. She started to walk towards me, straight towards me. Our orders were to keep people away from the gate. No one besides the royal family, who always came driving by in 150km/h (~93 mph) were allowed in, if they didn't have an invitation. As this girl moves towards me, and not my co-guard who had list of people allowed, I started thinking about what I should do if she comes too close. My automatic rifle had a bayonet mounted on it, mostly for show but still sharp and shiny. I remember thinking "stop, stop, stop, stooop" And just as I was gonna raise my hand as a stop sign, and yell "HOLD" I saw our second lieutenant walking up from the right side. He saluted the girl and said "Good evening, princess!". I wonder what would have happend if he wouldn't have been there to save my ass. I bet she still would remember me though...

The Princess

You SOB!

This is not my first blog. I used to blog every day at another site, for a whole different reason. But I quit when I realized that what I was doing got people killed over seas. Oh wait, no that's some movie... The reasons for quitting the other blog was just that I came to the end of an era. Or so I thought. When shit started to hit the fan again, I just couldn't start writing about it, again. I think I summarized it pretty good in yesterdays Tweet though:

I just realized that my son is a son of a bitch... Well you don't choose your mother, so I wont hold it agains him.

This blog will be just for fun. Sort of an extended Twitter page. Where I'm not limeted to only 140 characters.

Jaywalking

On my 7-8 min morning walk from the appartment to the subway station, I pick a subject that comes to mind and then I analyze it. It's the "me" time of the day. Sad? Of course. But that's how it is to be an adult with kids. So I don't really piss and moan about it.

Anyway... This morning I thought about when my friend told me we should cross the street at the crossing point, because then the car drivers weren't alowed to hit us with their cars. I asked him if they were alowed to hit us is we crossed the street at any other spot than the crossing point. He looked at me as if I were born yesterday, and I don't mean in that "oh, a baby, how cute"-kind a way. And he said that, of course not. But that then we would be the ones to blame.
I'm not sure where we were going that day, but we didn't speak of it again.

So now, 2-3 years later, I find myself crossing the street, and I start to think about it again.
So is it okay to drive along the road and when ever you see someone who crossed the street at a place they weren't supposed to, you could speed up and take aim with the car?
Could you have a personal best of 14 hits on a single day and not end up behind bars?
"I'm sorry officer, but those old people where just too slow. And now I'm in a hurry , so could you please scrape them off my bumper and I'll be on my way!?"
Nah, course not. That's not possible unless you're a welthy person in some developing country. Or if you're playing one of those video games like GTA or Saints Row.

But you should be careful crossing the street. Honestly. Someone (probably) loves you, and would miss you if you'd die. And if you're driving, take it easy out there. Someone (probably) loves that person you're aming at.