Ok, been trying to upload a comic now for 1 hour, but this lame fucking internet connection won’t let me, so yeah, fucking norway. Comics will be up, when the internets allows it.

Ok, so, I’ll try and get a comic done for today and tomorrow (today), but later today (today) I’ll be heading (along with Christian) to Norway for the weekend. So yeah, updates might be slow.

We will have internet at the place we’re staying, but since we’re gonna surf, I dunno if I’ll be able to use my arms at all xD

So, anyways, see you on monday if you don’t hear from me earlier :)

Just got the news, whilst on my last week at this place, half of the staff more or less got cut. Which leaves 3 coders, 1 abuse-personal and a “manager” (Dunno what your title is still S.).

I guess it’s true what they say:

I feel so sorry for the people who got downsized, it’s sad. Me however, didn’t get cut, since I’m like an emo and cut myself long time ago.

DKSP, you’re more than welcome into my life than ever right now.

I.. I honestly don’t really know what to.. say.

Remember that feeling you got back when Bush won his second term, remember that whole “Hah! Good one.. now, seriously, who won?”-feeling, and the discomfort tummy? Well, that’s how I feel right about now.

This verdict is bullshit, and we all know it.

But then again, this only effects the normal people (and that’s actually what today’s comic is built upon). Normal people will download less, and by normal I mean people who are dumb enough to use public trackers and who click on the attachments called “DON’T CLICK ME!” and/or “BRITNEY NUDE PICTURES INSIDE!!”. The rest of us will, I’m guessing, continue on as usual. Private trackers and VPNs.

Part of me want to stir up some civil net disobedience, where everything and everyone who is involved in the “winning” side/related to the courts will feel our united wrath. But all I could do to help with that would be making crappy jokes at their expense.. so, no.

Besides kids, it’s juvenile to make your voices heard with “illegal” methods.. Yes, I’m being a bit sarcastic.

Sweden suck today and there’s nothing we can do about it… except twitter about it I guess.

Ok, getting a bit stressed/freaking out a little bit about the new company now. But it’s all good, keeps one on his toes.

Man, we have so many things in the shed just waiting to get brought out into the sun as soon as we start the company for real and get it running a bit.

Looking forward to April 27′th so very much (That’s my last day at this company I currently work for), but of course, it’s also a bit scary. It’ll be fun.

But hey, that’s life! I heard you can live on only noodles for at least a few years before your body gets all fucked up.. so that’s good news I guess.

Ttys, XOXO.

If you’re like me, you moved into a place that was already furnished by a couple of flatmates who clearly preferred quantity over quality. Most likely, you ended up with one of three of the cheapest IKEA sofas…my guess is the blue one that folds out into a really crappy foam bed that your friend said was comfortable but you realized wasn’t when you woke up with pigeon-neck.

As some of you know, Madsen just turned (dirty) thirty. Unbeknownst to him, I flew to Sweden to help celebrate. Now, Madsen doesn’t have one of those crappy IKEA fold out sofas. Actually, the last time I stayed at his house I was wishing he had. In it’s place, he had this futon couch that sat up against his radiator at an acute angle that caused you to roll in your sleep. No matter how hard I tried to get away from that radiator I just ended up snuggling with it, sweating until I woke (no mercy, Madsen!!). So, in summary, I was actually really scared to go back to Madsen’s for a slumber party.

To my surprise, Madsen had redecorated (that’s what you do when you’re 30) and ditched the futon all together. At first, I was pretty excited as I figured I would be able to just crash on the couch. As the night progressed on and the guest list grew, I started realizing the chance that the couch hadn’t been called was about as good as the chance of me not having a hangover the following day. My excitement turned back into fear.

All of the sudden I spotted a Sumo Lounge bean bag chair sitting in the corner of the room, calling my name. I took a seat, gave it a couple squeezes to make sure it was sleep worthy, then called dibs. The Sumo molded to my body, which, at first, kinda scared me a little. I was reassured the next morning that all was well when i was in the exact position in which i fell asleep, well rested, no pigeon neck. I slept like a baby that night and Im positive it was the Sumo Lounge and had nothing to do with the 8, terrible margaritas, Christian made and forced me to drink that night.

When I left Malmö, I wanted to take the Sumo with me, but while the Sumo can do many things, it cannot fit in an overhead bin.

The End.

.. see you all on Tuesday (ok ok, maybe monday).

XOXO! :)

They finally translated a sweet little addictive game to english. Check it out, it’s nicely done and I’m loving it :)

There’s a Little Gamers clan now too :)