Just saw Arsenal outclass Wigan 3-0 in the Carling Cup. The result may not look strange upon reading but fact is that only an avid Arsenal fan, if that, could recognize all in the starting eleven. Arsenal had an average age of 19 years old on the pitch. Simpson scored twice, yes, Simpson! How demoralizing isn’t a defeat like this for Wigan; a Premier League side who, apart from Heskey (who’s middle name hilariously enough is Ivanhoe) fielded their best line up.
Come on Arsenal!
I hope we’re only a couple of days away from releasing The Anger or a single from it, at least in the Nordic countries.
I know I haven’t been completely clear but I haven’t been quiet either, on The Anger and my music and what’s going to happen and stuff. That is because everything, or nothing is written in stone yet (and since we don’t live in medieval days nothing is… Let’s say that nothing has been put on paper… all though that seems just as obsolete).
Here’s the deal:
Rob and I (mostly Rob) has/have started a label (don’t know what it is called, if anything at the moment).
We have secured digital distribution in the four of the five Nordic countries (Denmark, Finland, Norway, Sweden). We will after the release of The Anger, of which we have no set date; but soon, work on the rest of the world.
All of the technical stuff surrounding the release should be delt with and finalised today.
That’s as far as my knowledge of coming my-music-related-events go. Sure; more will go on, but what?
If learn anything, you’ll learn that thing!
Camilla and I assign human qualities, or human properties, to our dog; The Boo. We know that we do this and we also know that for the most part he does not actually have them but we do it anyway. We do it because we want to, because he is a full worthy member of our little family.
I don’t know if I have to point this, above, out to you since I write some much about him; and in a certain manner, I’m guessing you all ready have figured that such is the case.
So yesterday I had to take The Boo to the vet. He has a hot spot on his neck and we had to give him a shot to calm down and cut his fur around the hot spot. All of that went well. The hot spot though turned out to be several hot spots since they spread really fast and a bigger part of his neck than first anticipated had to be shaved. Here comes the crap part: They gave him a wake up shot and wake up he did and when he woke up he was in such pain (from the shaving of fur over open soars) and so disoriented. He cried out; lengthy, desperate, loud, pain-ridden moans. He looked at me with (and it might be me projecting human emotions again but I think not) his eyes questioning what I had done to him; what I am doing to him and begging me to stop. I tried to hold him, to calm him down but I had no success.
I have never felt so helpless, so left out there, so guilty, so useless and angry at the same time in all my life. I never want to go through something like that again and more importantly; I never want The Boo to have to go through anything like that again.
He’s feeling better today. He’s on antibiotics and pain killers but he’ll be all right. He’s walking around the apartment with thick socks on his hind legs to prevent him from doing too much damage if he were to scratch himself. Poor guy.
How can you not love this face?
