Twitter craze! And other random stuff

Yes, so, I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee and watching my twitter account do nothing. I can't stop checking in a few times every ten minutes. It's kind of weird actually, because I don't really use twitter. I tweet twice a month or so, but I still check up on other people. I twitter-stalk people.

Enough twitter...
I have many weird time consuming things I do on the web. One of them is StumbleUpon. It's so freaking awesome! I often spend 2-3 hours just stumbling. I can't stop!!!!
But to show what I'm talking about, take a look at these links. :)
This is just a random list of things we could do to fix the economy: Fix the economy
Some awesome pictures by Tim MacPherson

Just click "Stumble" and have fun. :)

/Jo Sen

Hi, everybody!

Hi!

Yeah, well my first blog was kind of weird and probably didn't make any sense what so ever but don't fret... because it didn't make sense to me either.

So, I'm Jo Sen. I'm a random blogger with nothing clever to say, except on occasions. This is my new blog and hopefully I'll interest somebody.

On to my newest interest...

I just got a hold of the new Adobe Photoshop CS5 and the first thing I have to say is: AWESOME! I kinda like this new programme. It can do so many great things! And I have no idea what they are, because I've never heard of them before and I haven't had time to check it out. Anyways.. You should all get it and make weird and beautiful things with it.

I've run out of things to say now.. Crap. Oh, well, I'll be back soon, I hope. :) Bye!

My life... as a chicken

Being a chicken isn't always as comfortable as you might walk around and think. There are different issues concerning that of being a chicken. I would like to show you what I mean; therefore, I have compiled a number of reasons why my life as a chicken has caused me some problems. First,

You have a very small beak.
It is very difficult to eat and poke around in the ground for worms when you have a small beak. The amount of grain you are able to carry around with you in your beak is very limited, which in turn means that you can't bring a lot of food with you if you intend to go on a small trip round the chicken farm.

You have no hands.
This has caused me some trouble since I've always wanted to learn the guitar. However, playing guitar is hard - without hands it even harder. Furthermore, the claws are not that hand around a guitar. Yes, I have seen dudes on YouTube playing guitar with their feet, but since I do not have feet - I'm a chicken - that's very difficult.

And lastly,
You have troubles with the ladies.
I'm chicken. I'm a chick. I'm a GIRL! The roosters are all a bunch of dicks, so no fooling around with those guys. And I'm not really a girl. I like girls. I'm not into all that same-sex-shenanigans. I want girls.

So, you see, my problems are completely justified. I will, therefore, no longer be a chicken. I've decided that my next shell will be a rubber duck. One of those yellow fellows. I will write about my experiences in my next blog. Catch you later.