I extracted the words in a syntactic tree using the leaves() function.

AND I drew a graphical representation of a syntactic tree using the draw() function. I win.

Oh yeah. This weekend is going to be the LAST weekend of Python and NLTK.

Stupid airlines. Stupid flights. That is all.

Actually, no, it isn’t. Can you believe that to fly to Edinburgh and back I’d have to pay 3500 sek? It’s robbery! And made of FAIL. It’s all a conspiracy, I tell you. But airlines, YOU WILL NOT THWART ME.

Because evidently, I’m a spamwhore these days. 

Okay, I adore Morris. I really do. He’s the sweetest thing, he’s really smart, and he’s funny. But after an hour and a half of this? I kind of wanted to strangle him.

Look! It’s a whining puppy! 

Notice the sound that actually sound like ‘mum’. Yes. He was crying for my mother who was gone shopping. Apparently, I’m not enough. Pfft. 

I love the Olympics. I think they might be turning me violent, though. All right, yes, there have been other occasions where I have had reason to worry about the violent thing - mentally yelling ‘Take that, bitch!’ at the woman I passed on the bike comes to mind - but watching boxing yesterday I felt that I was a little too into it. I was sitting there going, "Yeah, hit him! Come on! Hey, that was totally a clean hit! Oh, come on, he should have gotten a point for - ooh, nice series."

It’s like I don’t even know myself.

I’ve also been enjoying the handball games, although watching Germany lose to Iceland hurt a little. Iceland are the reason we aren’t there, and I want them to FAIL MISERABLY. Ahem. Also, I love Germany’s coach. He’s got this immensely impressive walrus moustache that makes me giggle every time I see him.

Football and swimming are also fun, but, the real must-watch stuff doesn’t begin until next week. Athletics! Even though we are kind of short on stars this year, I love it. It can be athletics tiem nao, pls?

…

Aw, there’s no tuna in the house. I was looking forward to my egg-and-tuna lunch. It won’t be the same with mackerel. 

From ‘Urban dictionary’: 

"I bite my thumb at thou!"

I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it.
— Shakespeare (from Romeo and Juliet) 

…

Dear Urban dictionary,

Sometimes, you can actually be of help. However, spelling ‘grammatically’ as ‘gramtically’ when talking about what is or is not grammatically correct does makes me slightly less inclined to trust you. One might even say it makes me feel inclined to bite my thumb at thee.

Yours, somewhat tickled by the irony but mostly rolling my eyes,
Katarina. 

Oh, 90s. You were something, all right. How different it was being young back then.

We collected 10-öre coins to buy a 50-öres chewing gum. We saw the arrival of the golden 10 coin and thought that had to be worth so much more since it was gold. We rented video tapes, not DVDs (actually, at home we used to rent the video recorder as well, because we didn’t have one). We had both OÄ and NO/SO as subjects in school. We collected yo-yos and plastic pacifiers in different sizes and colours that you could wear as necklaces. We traded ‘the Lion King’ trading cards during breaks, always looking for those final cards to make the collection complete. We knew our friends’ home numbers by heart.

We had desks with lids in school. We saw the change from the black board and chalk to whiteboard and pens. We started using Lunarstorm. We played Super Mario on Nintendo. We were subjected to the ban on tamaguchi during classes. We wore those awful astronaut-like shower caps showering after gym class. We used ICQ. We know Robert Gustafsson from Björnes Magasin, not from Parlamentet. We watched Fresh Prince in Bel Air, Saved by the Bell, Family Matters, Power Rangers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. We remember when you had to call 90 000 in case of an emergency, not 112. We went to see Jurassic Park in the cinema. We went to Denmark on the boat, not on the train.

We wore bicycle trousers, Fruit-of-the-loom sweatshirts, rings that supposedly changed their colour after your mood and necklaces with hearts that you broke in two and shared with your best friend. We had our hair cut like Robyn. We actually saw Sweden win the bronze medal in the 1994 WC in the US and sang ‘När vi gräver guld i USA’ at the top of our lungs. We listened to Backstreet Boys and GES. We sang Coolio’s ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’, Green Day’s ‘Basket Case’ and Oasis’ ‘Wonderwall’. We ate Raider, not Twix. We swooned over Leonardo Di Caprio in Titanic. We watched Fångarna på Fortet and 24 Karat.

*gets all nostalgic* 

I love the word ‘awesome’, I really do. But I can’t figure out if there’s good Swedish equivalent. How would you guys translate it? For me, I’ve decided that ‘helskönt’ works the best.

Although it sounds lame. I’m sticking with ‘awesome’.

America’s Next Top Model’s second cycle has started showing here now. I hadn’t seen that before; it’s fun. Janice Dickinson really is crazy, isn’t she? As for the girls, well… Catie is childish brat, Camille is kind of a bitch, Shandie is the least model-like model I’ve seen but she seems sweet, and I really like Yoanna. She seems nice and fun and looks gorgeous in photos. I’m rooting for her.

And oh, oh! Next Thursday or Sunday I’m going to look at this apartment! Isn’t it lovely? *wants* The downside, though? The freezer is in the basement.

So, the healthy thing I decided to go for is working out, kind of. I try to eat regularly; I try not to eat bread/sandwiches more than once a day, eating yogurt or porridge or crisp bread when normally I would have made myself a couple of sandwiches; I eat more fruit. (I still eat all the tasty stuff I shouldn’t every once in a while, too, though - crisps equals yummy, did you know?)

I do situps every night, and I go to the gym every other day and can now run for half an hour on the treadmill, which, yay! I used to be unable to run for more than a couple of minutes, if even that.

The annoying thing is that I’m not really seeing any results, physically. Weight is unchanged, my clothes fit the same. Sigh. But at least I’m getting stronger! The treadmill doesn’t lie. And that’s pretty much all I can ask for, I guess.

Holy crap. I went to see The Dark Knight (on my own - no one I know wanted to see it, can you believe it?), and people weren’t exaggerating. Heath Ledger was just as amazing as everyone said. If he doesn’t get that posthumous Oscar there is already talk of, the Academy is seriously screwed up. He should have won last year for his performance in Brokeback Mountain - now they have the chance to at least honour his memory.

And you know, on a much more shallow note, that Christian Bale? He’s a rather good-looking fellow. 

… 

I’m falling in love with Bare all over again. That happens every once in a while. I wonder if it will ever not reduce me to an emotional wreck.

we climbed an escape grown from seeds that you planted
you slew all my giants, ignoring your own
now that they haunt you, I’m left with my courage, alone

and

am I a savior or a phase?
am I here to damn you?
or to help you navigate this maze
where confusion is a crime
so you fill your life with sound
and if you dance like hell you hope you’ll never touch the ground

and

a quiet night at home
mother’s worried glances -
take my hand, smile sadly, sigh
words of wisdom
talks of ships and princes
soothing sagas laced with loving lies

The NYC cast were just perfection. They really were. From what I’ve heard of the new album on the website (I never did receive it, which, boo!) the new guys are good, but… You know what I realised bugs me a little about the boys? They both sound kind of similar, in that they have the same type of voice. Peter and Jason aren’t supposed to sound the same. 

It’s not that same emotion. Michael and John, while perhaps not having as ‘pretty’ voices as the new boys, owned the characters. While Matt Doyle does have a great voice, and I really do enjoy his Role of a Lifetime, I still prefer Michael’s.

Sigh. Everyone in that cast was just right.

(I preferred the New York arrangements and lyrics, too.)  

It’s been a while since I listened to Bare, but I just listened to the entire show again and then went to YouTube and remembered how much this just rips my heart out. Damn you, John Hill.

Oh, and Dawn, have you seen this? I thought it might be from the new DVD, but I don’t know. And why isn’t that entire video of the show available somewhere? *wants*

…

Conversation at the beach the other day with a little girl who wanted to say hi to Morris:

Little girl: *bends down and puts her cheek against his back, jumps up again, all aghast* He’s all wet!
Me: Yes, he had a bath.
Little girl: *incredulous* In the bathtub?
Me: *trying not to laugh* No, no, in the sea.
Little girl: *shocked, pointing* That sea?!
Me: *giggle*

There was also a little boy who kept running back and forth between the water and his parents on the beach to show them what he found.

Little boy: Mummy, daddy, look! I found a jellyfish!
Dad: Wow. Let’s put it back in the water, huh?
Little boy: Okay! *runs back*

*repeat several times*

Little boy: Daddy, look! A jellyfish!
Dad: Yeah, I think that’s the same one you’re bringing each time.
Little boy: Is it alive? Is it a living jellyfish?
Dad: … Maybe the first time it was.

A little later, kid had to go for a wee.

Mum: Can you do it by yourself?
Little boy: Yes! *runs away* … *comes back*
Dad: How did it go?
Little boy: It went SUPER! And there was no one with me!
Dad: That’s good. A guy wants to be alone at those times, huh?
Little boy: When you pee.
Dad: … Right. 

Heh. Children are funny.