I want to go out tonight. There's this new club that I've been wanting to check out called Loft and if I can convince people that we should go there instead of Train, then chances are we'll have a pretty cool night. I don't want to go to Train, because people will be my age and older there and where's the fun in that? I prefer going where people are younger, because most people my age are right geezers, who listen to 80s music and are scared of things they don't understand. And since I have a mohawk now I won't exactly fit in.

It's actually not a real mohawk, but more like a Faux-Mo (which is term I've coined and I'm now hoping will catch on). It means that I haven't shaved the sides of my head, but merely combed the hair on the top up into a mohawk. I think the son on The Osbournes has his hair like that (I haven't seen the show yet, but I saw an ad for the show in Rolling Stone) and I think it looks cool. A lot of people here have spiky hair and some have it kinda like a mohawk (like Robbie Williams or Fran Healy had), but I make my hair spiky down the back of my neck, which makes it look more like a mohawk.

I've been listening to BMRC, The Strokes, The Hives, The Get Up Kids, and Ramones a lot lately and maybe that's why I want a mohawk now. Next time I get my hair cut, maybe I'll even get it shaved thinner in the sides so it looks even more punk. Now that I don't have a job I can look like I want to (I could before as well, but where's the fun in having a mohawk, when you're seated in front of a computer in an office all day?), so maybe I'll dye it black as well. That would be cool for this years Roskilde Festival.

I'm testing out free site trackers, so for the next weeks I'm planning on added a bunch of trackers to the site. I know they look stupid, but I want to find one that doesn't look completely retarded and that has the functionalities I like. So bare with my for a while.

Today was my last day at work. I've had a job in a streaming media company for two and a half years and today they had to let me go, because the contract I worked on has been terminated. It was a weird feeling sayig goodbye, because chances are I'll be coming back and doing some other work for them later this year. The company I worked for is owned by people, who were friends of mine before I started working for them, so they felt really bad about letting me go and even gave me a goodbye present.

Now I literally have no plans for the next months except starting work on my Master Thesis. I think I'll chill for a couple of days and then start reading and getting the second edition of my synopsis ready. I've known this day would come since December, but even so I feel a bit sad. Actually, a lot sadder than I thought I would.

I just came back from Copenhagen, where two of my friends were hosting an Oscar night in there apartment. I had been out Saturday night, but had wisely chosen to keep the drinking to a minimum, so I was in fine shape, when we left Sunday morning. Once a month (always on Saturdays) I go to a place called Club Drive. It's supposed to be an indie club, but it's not quite as indie as it used to be. But it's the only place in town, which tries to gather a crowd of people, who are sick to death of the usual tripe they play at clubs. When it first started out there used to be punks, goths, and other freaks, who would dress up a bit before going out. But now it's mainly students, who enjoy dancing to Breeders and Blur. I've been coming there since their first night, and I try to go every month even though I'm probably a few years older than most people there.

So Sunday we drive to Copenhagen and spend the better part of the afternoon just hanging out. I got to check out the Tony Hawk game, which is absolutely insane and I also saw a bit of Jak & Daxter, which looked nice, but isn't my kind of game. And then I kicked everybody's ass in Fifa 2002, which (besides Madden NFL 2001) is the only game I play on a regular basis. Later we went to see Black Hawk Down at Imperial, which was alright, but not great. Technically speaking it's quite amazing and Josh Hartnett was a lot better than I had feared, but I thought the cast was too big, which meant it was difficult remembering who played who. It felt very realistic and there certainly were some pretty gruesome scenes, but it was a bit too patriotic and didn't have enough of a plot to really pull me in. However, it was nice to hear them play Faith No More, Alice in Chains, and Stone Temple Pilots, when they were back at the base. And fellow Dane Nikolaj Coster-Waldau had a nice little part in it as well.

Outside the cinema there were a bunch of tents, which belong to a bunch of nuts, who are in line to get tickets for the new Star Wars movie. The tickets go on sale April 2nd, and they been out there since the 21st March. It's a bit of trend here now to camp out for movies like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, but I think two weeks in advance has to be some sort of record. I can’t think of a single thing, which I would camp out to get tickets so see, but it’s fun to see this people with their laptops, board games, and sleeping bags. They’ve created quite a community there and they’re updating their website from the queue. Apparently, they’re the first in Europe to get in line, so people from all over are checking out their website, which could explain, why it doesn’t load the pictures properly right now.

Oscar night was quite entertaining. We saw The Zero Effect before the show started and then saw a bit of the red carpet nonsense. I thought the show was one of the best ever. Whoopi wasn't great, but the stuff about Robert Redford 's movies was pretty funny and she had a couple of good jokes along the way. The high point was Woody Allen presenting the film about New York and the film Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson had made was really funny. Ryan and Reese presenting the make-up award was pretty great as well. I thought Halle Berry's nervous break down went on way to long, but apparently that's good TV, so she got time to thank her lawyers (twice) and Oprah.

So I went to work today, which was sort of uneventful and now I'm listening to the CDs I got from CDnow today. I got a compilation from Vagrant, the new White Stripes album and Here Comes The Zoo by Local H, which is what I'm listening to right now. I’m love their last two albums, but this one hasn’t really hit me the same way the other ones did… yet. But they still rock and they’re still pissed off, so that goes a long way. I saw The White Stripes on Letterman and they’re absolutely insane, so I’m looking forward to hearing the album.

Never make promises, when you've been drinking! First of you won't be thinking straight, which in my case means (to quote The Get Up Kids) I'm down for whatever. Second, you'll have completely forgotten about it the next day, so either you're going to disappoint someone by not showing up or you'll get really surprised, when they call to remind you. In my case I went to see Belle & Sebastian Saturday night and had quite a few drinks. I'd been looking forward to this concert for a while, and it was really great. They played a great mix of songs, pulled a kid up on stage with them to sing Dancing Queen and they even did an encore. What more can you ask for?

At the concert I met a friend, who told me about a movie him and his friend wanted to pass of as a documentary at the school they attend. And because the movie was great, he wanted me to be there at the screening. Like I said, I'm down for whatever, so I told him to call me and we'd figure something out. After the concert I went on a real bender and not surprisingly I was so hung over the next day I could barely move. If you’ve ever read “Go Now” by Richard Hell and can remember the bits, where he’s quitting heroin, you’ll have an idea as to how I feel every time I’ve been out drinking.

I somehow manage to get into work Monday around 11 (still feeling quite poorly) and after a while I get a call from my friend. He reminds me the screening is that night (“What screening?” I’m thinking) and that I should call the other guy for details. I call him and as it turns out I had promised to pose as a reality television expert at The European Film College and introduce some movie. I felt bad about going back on a promise (although made under extenuating circumstances), so I promised to be at the school several hours before the screening, so we could go over, what was supposed to happen.

As it turns out these two students at The European Film College had announced that they had hired a reality television expert to come by and give an example of the latest in American reality television. They brought in a real professor to introduce me to make it seem real and then I was supposed to pretend to be said expert. My job was to talk bollocks for five minutes about this show “taking reality television to the next level” and so on and then they would screen the movie Series 7: The Contenders without the opening credits, so it appeared as if it was a piece of real American television. In case you haven’t seen it the movie is about six people, who are in a game of life and death and the one, who survives wins the game. So basically you’re follow six people running around trying to shoot each other, but mixed with background stories and personal profiles like on a show.

The thought was that when Blair Witch Project was shown over here everyone knew it wasn’t a real documentary. But there hadn’t been as much hype about this movie, so chances were that some of the students might (at first at least) believe that this was real and hopefully that would spark some kind of debate. I was sitting in the front row during the screening, so I couldn’t see how people responded, but when the lights came on it was obvious that several people had left. And apparently they had been sitting in the café outside the cinema and talked about what a disgusting concept this was. So it worked as planned. And apparently I was believable as well, because some of the students in the back snickered, when I was spewing clichés about this show being “groundbreaking” and “hardcore”. So that was great as well.

And as a bonus my friend might bring me back later this year to present and talk about a couple of Warhol movies (but this time as myself), so that would be pretty cool.

I'm not a big sports fan. I don't watch nature programs, game shows, soaps, and I try to stay away from the Rickis, Jerrys, and Jennys of the world. But I love sitcoms and drama series. A lot! I follow more shows than anyone I know and I download shows that haven't premiered here yet. One of my favourite shows is The Practice and the sixth season just started here Tuesday night. I was out watching Arsenal losing to Deportivo, so I had to tape the first episode and I've just finished watching it. And it was amazing!

I love it when they bring in guest stars (my favourite guest star is John Larroquette, who was beyond amazing in the episodes he appeared in), so I immediately got excited, when I saw that Dylan "Happiness" Baker was the star of this episode. The episode was really exciting, there were a bunch of plot twists towards the end, and the story will continue next week, which I'm really looking forward to.

But the real treat was seeing Ron Livingston as A.D.A. Alan Lowe. He's doing a lot of serious work now and although he's doing it well I would love to see him doing more comedic work. I actually watched Townies, when it was on and he was practically the only good thing about Body Shots. And Swingers and Office Space are just two of the funnies movies ever made! But he did really well in the first episode and I'm sure he'll be an interesting asset to the show.

In unrelated news I received an email from an assistant professor today with helpful notes about my Master Thesis. So far I’ve only written a synopsis, but the plan is that I’ll get serious about working on it now. As soon as I’ve created a more thorough synopsis I’ll add more info, but for know we’ll just say I’m working on it and try to forget that I seem to spend most of my time playing NFL, Fifa and watching TV.

But the big thing this week has been getting emails from Billy Name. He wrote me about my website and we’ve exchanged emails this week and it has been incredible. Billy Name was the one who turned Andy Warhol’s The Factory into The Silver Factory. He appeared in several of Warhol’s movies, he photographed everything that was going on at The Factory and his pictures have been used in a ton of different books including a couple of his own. It meant a lot to me that someone like him took the time to write me after having checked out my website. It truly made my week.

I'm not a big Star Wars fan, but I did enjoy the first three movies growing up and I did have a bunch of those cool figurines. But I've never been really fanatical about the franchise. I didn't see the newest one right away and when I saw it I thought it was okay, but not great. So needless to say I haven't been paying too much attention to the making of the next movie (in part because Attack of the Clones is a pretty lame movie title), but now I've gotten interested. I just saw four trailers from the movie and it looks absolutely amazing! I really like Ewan McGregor and Natalie Portman and if you can believe the trailers, Ewan will be pretty funny and Natalie pretty hot in this movie. Hayden Christensen (who plays the young Darth Vader) seems somewhat annoying, but he can't possible be as annoying as the kid, who played his part in Episode One. The first trailer is called Breathing and is really suspenseful and cool. The rest give away more of the story and shows of more characters (who knew Jimmy Smits was in it?), but even though they're quite beautifully done, they aren't nearly as captivating. So maybe I'll get the old VHS copies of Star Wars out of the closet and watch them tonight after 24. It wouldn't be the worst way to spend an evening.

Update: I can't believe how out of it I am! I actually thought it was Tuesday (which is the day 24 is on here) today. Why I would think that is beyond me, because today certainly feels like a Monday and I've done Monday-things at work today. I really need to start sleeping less, so I'm not so groggy all day.

I went to see Ghost World last night at my local art house cinema Øst For Paradis. I went with a friend from University, who I rarely get to hang out with anymore. We had seen the Arsenal - Newcastle game at a pub called Bridgewater, where I always go to watch football (or soccer depending on your nationality) games and decided to get me some food and then drinks for the both of us somewhere. Usually, we would have gone to a café or something, but on Saturdays a friend of mine works at ØFP, so we decided to go there. It's a really cool place to watch movies and hang out, so I go there frequently (although more so to drink than to actually watch movies). It's the kind of place that'll show the movies, which the big THX theatres won't, so if you dig Kitano, Hal Hartley, European movies, and cool documentaries, you'd love this place. But more importantly it has a great vibe and the people, who work there usually know stuff about the movies they're showing and will tell you honestly, if they think the movies are good or bad.

So the place is great, the people are nice, and the beer is cheap, so that's where we went. After talking a bit about the different movies, which were playing this week, my friend suggested that we see Ghost World. Because this is Denmark you never know when foreign movies are going to premiere here, so indie movies sometimes open here a year later than they did in the US and mostly they don't get shown here at all (it's the same with records and TV shows, but that's a whole different story).
Anyway, we go see Ghost World and it was pretty great. I hadn’t seen the trailer, but people had retold it to me in detail and I had seen a couple of pretty funny scenes with Steve Buscemi, so I had high hopes for a good time. And it was a great movie, although not as funny as I had hoped. But instead of being a movie about two funny and smart Grrrls or whatever, who make fun of jocks and poseurs, it turned out to be a pretty cool commentary on teenage life and the hunt for love and identity. It’s interesting to see a movie, where the protagonist criticises everybody, but is also shown as a very lonely and troubled individual. It reminds me of Ethan Hawke in Reality Bites and Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club, but Thora Birch’s character here is a lot more real. I could really relate to both Buscemi’s and Birch’s characters, which is not at all comforting. I’m not going to give away the ending, but it was a bit surprising and thankfully not sappy and corny.

While I was writing this my Mom called and asked about my life. As usual I had little to pass along, but she also called to remind me that they’re going to a family wedding in Ireland this Thursday. I had totally forgotten they were going over there and I’m not even sure, who’s getting married. I would love to have gone with them and see everybody again, but I guess I wasn’t invited and I can’t afford it anyway. I haven’t been to Ireland since 1999, and I’d love to go back soon, although I’d probably spend most of my time in Dublin as I’ve done the last three times, and only do the family thing in the North for a couple of days.

Yeah, I know I haven’t done the “My name is John and I’m 27 blah, blah blah” bit yet, but eventually I’ll add some biographical stuff to the site, so hang in there (or hang out here).

I've just started this site and have been playing around with the layout. So if you've stumbled onto this site by mistake I apologize for not having put anything interesting up yet.