The slightly senior scolars are initiating the soon to be scolars beneath my office. There are loud shouts and a military wannabe air to their behaviour. What I think is that they are just ancient bullied and now bulliegetbackers. Sort of. They have a good intention but the lack of social skills are infinite. Is shouting a way of communication or just a way of putting yourself in the center of attention? If you want attention can’t you do it in a better fashion? If you want to teach people is it necessery to humiliate them? If you want to act in a military fashion, why not just join the army?

Am I old? Sure. What ever.

Very funny review:
http://expressen.se/index.jsp?a=669557

One answer to the West as I am going to the South in favor of the East. I will join in on the Bird to salute with some pork for both one Yellow and another Brown/Yellow/Red/White and Blue.

And, yeah, Now the joy of multiple gatherings in celebration of a common event has been clouded by artificial admirerers.

Last evening I displayed and vocalised me and myself to have some fun. I think it partially worked. I was a runaway a rose and the singer in a band. Today I shall recollect the left out parts and join the newly opened Leauge.

Picked out the old one with fresh ideas from my bookshelf, it’s really good. No wonder the old likes it. I will savor this one with a lot of intended pauses.

Gonna meet up with the docs. The Doc, Padre and the ancient Legend. Always interresting. And it sounds like the Fox will
meet up.

Of course South.
Now more heavy metal in the basement.

A visit at the new Sunksta showed good green surfaces, two identical 250m long shots and a slight increase of my skill.

In the evening the cat barked, but no cake.

And finally, Sonny was fat.

KukSverige

Doh,

The pain, the pain. After working out everyday now after the vacation my body took a jo due to playing football. First time in months.

But yesterday brought a funny observation. Some people keep insisting that their grass is the greenest. By clumpsy comments, though. Very funny.

However, it is sad. Staring at the sun blinds you, and apparently the belief as well.

Back at my desk(s) running around as usual with a slowly decreasing velocity. The afternoon is reserved for the hopefully sucessfully startup of my post vacation comeback.

This evening will mean another comeback. That one on/in the field.