Dagens Urklipp - Danne Fantom

FBI Agent 1: Men, ni är ju bara nördar!
Geek-boy 1: Tekniskt sett är vi bara entusiaster.

Jag är nog entusiast jag med.

Watching Women

Today I caught myself observing women and their behaviour. It was the kind of observation an anthropologist does of a foreign culture. It was the kind of observing that is done from an emotional distance. The outsider looking in. I was floating in a genderless state where I observed a group to which I did not count myself.

Then I accidentally poked myself in the boob with a broom and was completely and utterly shocked to realise I too am a woman.

Whip It!

It seems incredibly shruggable, but they also know which buttons to push. Between the title, Peaches and Zoe Bell I kinda feel a need to see this.

"free-lance cheese cutter by trade" & random lesbians

The lesbians showed me love by featuring my blog, so now I shall return the love and feature the lesbians.



And to make this summer a little bit perfect the 3Way gang have now posted an actual "full" episode of Ladycops. It is so perfect and filled with meta and cross-geeking that you hardly know what to do with yourself, other than to smile widely.

Summer of Discomfort Summary, Part 1

So here we are, midsummer and I’m still alive. I’m not doing much though, I’m working, full-time. It’s a strange experience, but also strangely satisfying. Seeing how all you other guyses have kept me up to speed with what you are doing I thought I'd return the favour, this is my virtual postcard to you.

So far this summer has consisted of;

YouTube love:
21 and 24 Gear Up (as a matter of fact large parts of the summer has been spent recreating this scene on messenger)
Angels (HD has never looked as good as it does in this brilliant manipulation)
Dee Snider on censorship (this is what I strive to be)
Hero. (Childhood)

Listening to:
Amadou & Mariam – The Magic Couple
Gossip – Music For Men
Snow Patrol – Run - Revised Album Version
Various Artists – New Orleans Jazz Of The 1920s

Reading:
Queer Theology ed. Gerard Loughlin
Crip Theory ed. Robert McRuer

Temptations:
8-bit tie
Soundtrack Shirt
Free Time Watch
Andy Richter Controls the Universe
The Venture Bros. - season 2
Squirrelly T-shirt

When it comes to the discomfort I’m actually doing good. I’ve engaged in some anger, which is not a usual feeling for me to revel in and I’m doing far too well with the angry queer thing (to the extent that I found Ice Age 3 troubling). I am also about to spend a lot of money on pointless gadgets/t-shirts. However when it comes to clean, I am still going with the whole fresh theme so I guess I'm failing there.

All in all a very interesting summer so far. Stay tuned for part 2, it should be here some time mid-August.

Dagens Urklipp - Verkligheten

It's called a Freudian Capslip.

Lolly says:
jag hatar att jobba
jag ska bli hemmafru
Ape -- Co-Founder of LSE says:
oj planer
men döda inte nån
och gräv inte ner hemligheter
inte bra
har jag sett på tv
Lolly says:
JAG ÄR INTE DESPERAT

Gone fishing.

I will go away today. I am going south and I will be back sometime in August. You will probably flourish while I’m gone. See the world in another light. Maybe it will seem brighter. Eventually, you might even think that I’ve been smothering you and you will begin to dread my return. But know this! No one sees you like I see you. People love you, no doubt. But I look at you and I see diamonds, I see clusters of stars brightly shining and I dare bask in the beauty of it. Cut me out and you are left a mere mortal; ignore me and you black out a part of yourself.

Miss me, as I shall miss you.

Finally, do not listen to people with split tongues. Their words are not exactly lies, but nor can they possibly speak the truth. And for God’s sake: floss, even though it’s summer. Libidoly speaking, tooth decay is a hundred times more destructive than a split tongue.

That is all.

No, wait, a donkeymentary. The "Mr Bush" featured in the clip once hired J to work as a chicken dealer and is currently a member of the parliament.

Public Announcement.

Instead of Alive, this week we'll have a small public announcement.

Spoofing.

Some solid spoofing: Bonnie Tyler Love

Is it all just one cosmic joke of a coincidence that today's FAIL is this? Or does art imitate life imitate art?

Veckans Idolbild

Life - the perpetual nap. + Alive 31/5-09

The sky is clear blue. The sun is bright. The warmth is heat.

And all I do is nap and read. I have no energy, no energy at all. I'm a lazy fat cat lapping up the sun. No work, no studying, no nothing. And the best thing, even my mind is a nothing. It is fucking brilliant.

How about you? You alive?

And this week's vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Tu0PAbW75A
And this week's song: Dolly Parton – Working Girl

Jesus "loves" me.

I got a brand new old bike. It’s blue and charming with silvery details. Got it for free from the Jansson’s, I did. They’re good people, thoroughly reliable. If they would run for mandates in the EU, they would definitely get my vote.

I’m thinking of repainting their house, to surprise them, as a thank you. Maybe fuchsia. Maybe not the whole house, as I have neither the time nor the money. Their front door perhaps. Maybe I’ll just decorate the door with stickers. Various unique stickers. And not like that old Subaru we bought years ago that was covered with Jesus-loves-you-stickers, exclusively. No, I would offer mixed messages. On the Jansson door. IF I had the time.

Amazing grace, cookies on sale.

I go around praising nature, but am really complimenting man’s domination of it. Flowery pasture fields, neat bushes along the road, planted trees and newly mowed lawns. I choose to see harmony before subordination, and I take pleasure in it. For that I feel cheap. Then I go around disliking people for what they are, while wondering whether it wouldn’t be better to pity us for what we can never be. For that I am confused. Then I go around dreaming of all the things I want to be, until I clash with the things I most likely will become, or already am.

Neat bushes along the road. And I still see harmony.

Omtänksamhet

Elsa döljer sina tår, för att jag sa att jag inte gillar sandaler där man ser tårna.
Så agerar endast en sann vän.

Alive 23/05

Are you?

Not one original thought.

Every thought there possible is appears to already have been thunked. So why do we keep thinking? Why do we live our lives on repeat? And how come we ever even harboured notions of time being a linear concept?

Also I should start working on a tentative itinerary for my US trip. So what do you guys think I should visit? As long as a Greyhound Coach stops in the general vicinity I'm all aboard any suggestions. So hit me with one.

And in unrelated news, here's this weeks top 5:
Erasure - Little respect
Anders & Putte - Elisabeth
30 Rock - Kidney Now - HD
Knorkator - Try Again-
Seasons of Love from RENT the movie

And this weeks link:
walkingman.org

And the album of the week:
Peaches – I Feel Cream

Nothing to see here...

www.maninthedark.com



...not really.

feeling disabled over here!

You know how kids with dyslexia get extra help in school, or how disabled kids get wheelchair access and stuff like that. Could I get a personal tutor and ass-into-gear-kicker?

Cause I really need one. Someone with enough authority to sit me down and make me do the work I am supposed to do. Like a study-buddy with a whip and no carrots.

I really, really need one. I'm poor, I've also got poor coordination and eyes-sight and I can't cook (not really) so I've got nothing to offer in return, but I still need an authoritative study-buddy once autumn comes around. So if you know anyone who take pity on fools and carries a whip, point them in my direction.

And while we wait for my saviour lets listen to Tobias Fünke's long lost twin sing;

Äntligen lite hud...

Bror skickade mig denna fantastiska länk!
Good to be home!

http://www.vertigo.se/

Update

So Lolly got home safely from war-zone, ignored the K-Mart, had a pizza and was taught how to play poker by Mousse. Ape tried to help instructing, but no one really heard what the Ape said. Cookies were had, popcorns munched and plans for some sort of exit-urban exploration walk were laid out. Lolly was told of the contemporary Sweden: Reinfeldt & co secretly putting pieces of glass in frozen chicken (and sausages, beer and pyttipanna) and then that alluring place called Spotify to which everyone seems to have found their way. She was puzzled, and in awe. Had too much changed? Did she perhaps long back to isolation?

Music: David Bowie
Food: Pizza
Topic: Trauma
Activity: Card games
Wronged: tiny

Foul-tasting.

My skin is falling off in large chunks, my feet got left in the bathroom. They were in the way, so I put them in the shower. They were already off by then. I honestly don’t know why. And my hair fell off last week, but I glued it back on and put on a beret, my black beret. It looked okay. Someone asked if I was all right, what with my hair looking weird and all, but I just laughed and joked and smiled and there was nothing more to say about that. I haven’t had nails in a month and sometime along the way my stomach must’ve corroded and disintegrated because everytime I eat it stings like fire and I shit blood. So I just stopped eating, figured it would solve the problem. Now blood is coming out my throat instead, because I keep coughing, and I can’t seem to stop. And there’s all this mail coming in, hundreds of letters piling up in the hallway! But as I have no feet and don’t really feel like crawling on my lately skinless knees, all I can do is lay here and watch the mail multiply by each bloody cough. I believe it’s mostly bills, but I have no proof of that. What’s more, the glue I used for my hair seems to have attracted worms. From where, I can’t imagine. I can feel them move on my head and around my ears. But if these worms are anything at all like maggots, they won’t eat the live parts of me, only the dead; all the skin that has fallen off and is spread around me. And that torn spot where my feet were once attached. Yes, the worms are there, too. Maybe they were maggots all the time.

Alive 17/5

once again i've shirked my responsibilies. if it makes you feel better, i can tell you i feel horrible about it.

but this week isn't about me. i would like to officially welcome Lolly back into the fold. (i hope that's okay; me being the official spokesperson here.) i would love to hear what all my friends have been up to, but a comment from You would make me very happy.

and i'm not too proud to beg. see...

please?

Veckans idolbild

And I walk away bruised.

As I woke up this morning to a new set of bruises I couldn't help wonder; How common an occurrence is bruising as a consequence of social interactions? Is it standard practice to always walk away physically bruised? Cause it sure appears to be standard in my circle, the one you are in.

See I've got nothing against it, perhaps I even revel in it, but that doesn't stop me from wondering if this is how other people interact. Or at least people our age, cause as I remember bruises and scrapes were very common around the same time as you ate dirt. At the age of 24 (kinda) however...I'm curious.


http://open.spotify.com/track/5tZNWMJbL2Ti1xm1zlTMyr

Bloody Brilliant & Colonel Angus

The two are not related.

I'm not really a fan of JET, but the P0YKPAC gang made their latest video and it's kinda awesome.




SNL - Colonel Angus

The drug that is Education.

Seeing how I haven't signed up for any summer classes I recently started looking around for something to occupy my summer with. My entertainment project is space, and I have the best of intentions of watching through Star Trek Voyager, Babylon 5 and Battlestar Galactica. My writing project is writing a bible, or at least some commandments and a few prophecies. That leaves only education and information. Luckily Berkley stepped in and made it all better, and thanks to their Webcasts I will this summer be "taking" the following courses;

• Sociology 150A, 001 - Social Psychology: Self and Society
• Philosophy 25A - Ancient Philosophy
• Astro C10 / LS C70U Introduction to General Astronomy
• IB 131 General Human Anatomy
• PACS 164B Nonviolence Today

And revisit;

• History 106B The Roman Empire
• Anthro 2AC Introduction to Archaeology

*slaps veins* Yeah, this is gonna be good.

Help me help you help yourself. And then let's go public!

So what we did was we put tiny stretched out on a couch, after we had finished a cider & soup-dinner and a delicious dark and white chocolate cake covered in various roasted nuts. Having briefly discussed whether a canapé is a divan or finger food, we quickly identified tiny's very outspoken wish to “become normal” as the key symptom of her disease. With the help of Rorschach ink blots we encouraged her to see genitals where she at first glance had seen nothing but factories and Santas. When she had hugged a pillow for thirty minutes or so, while getting a jellybean for each of what we considered to be the only one correct genital-answer to the ink-blot pictures, we finished the session and watched half an episode of the unfathomable series named True Blood. I think, all in all, we did good, Ape and I.

According to Lisa, in France, all you have to do to work as a psychoanalyst is to have undergone psychoanalysis yourself. Yup. It's what I’d like to call a “Plan B”.

These are tiny's "two santas" that we successfully made her turn into a "vagina"

Var det nödvändigt?

Jag var i skolan idag, åt ärtsoppa idag, drack kaffe idag, umgicks med mina vänner idag, fick fyrtio människor att fly stan idag.

http://www.sr.se/lynchmobbärdetnyasvenska

Lättköpt.

- Hej det är Lydia från Bonniers
- Från vad?
- Eh... va?
- Från vad sa du?
- Bonniers!
- Bonniers?
- Ja, Bonniers.
- Mm. Bra.
- Jag har ett riktigt toppenerbjudande här till dig! Du får två nummer av en av tre tidningar plus ett knivset utan kostnad som i handeln skulle kosta dig 399 kronor! Du betalar bara 69 kronor och du kan säga upp prenumerationen direkt efter att du fått de två första tidningarna.
- M-hm. Vad är det för tidningar då?
- Du kan välja mellan är PC för alla, Aktiv Träning eller National Geographics.
- Okej…
- Ja… Det är ett jättebra erbjudande!
- Jag läser inte någon av de där tidningarna.
- Nehe…
(…)
- Men jag vill verkligen ha knivar.

Alive 10/5

i'm still alive and currently eating delicious, crumble-tastic lemon cookies. earlier today i was in Our Capital listening to my mom's choir perform. it was really good. in the immediate future i have BIG plans: cleaning the corridor.

what have you been doing with your day?

Stor i Afghanistan

http://www2.unt.se/lålaärhetastpåskolgården

Mer ögongodis:

Trappa

Patrull


Så. Du kan komma hem nu.

Alive first week of May...

..hem.

i am very much alive and well this week, but if i fail to post as May draws to a close it's most likely because i have died of starvation. this month is poor-man's-month, and the bills keep piling up! anywho, i won't have died un-spotified, and for that i'm grateful.

also, my dad bought me a new bike. if you're wondering why, the answer is "because i'm spoiled rotten." another thing to be grateful for. sigh. so many to thank, so few left to hate...

Cold front.

I woke up this morning feeling cold. It was inevitable really, but it was beautiful while it lasted. And it really was, beautiful. Not the public alcoholism usually referred to as Valborg, but the 12-hour picnic in the sun with its momentary destruction of conventions and blurring of social boundaries.

Simply beautiful while it lasted.



Can we make the fantasy last a little longer?

Accept no defeat.

Word has yet to be heard from Lohan from Rohan, the dreamlike creature of Hollywood and many vices that holds my heart and controls my mind in her immediate absence and anticipated presence.

And the pity goes on! I spent the whole weekend studying, extremely unalcoholized. But am I non-toxic? No. Because I’m still on malaria medicine. No depression or nightmares yet, but apparently they might eventually cause massive hair loss. And despite said weekend, I might’ve failed to pass the exam I took today. A highly interesting letter from Singapore got into my mail but it wasn’t really addressed to me so I can’t open it. Also, I seem to always be out of candy.

One might think all this I would leave me frustrated. But I keep smiling, contented, knowing my world is a truly beautiful place. And some day soon Jesus may return. Amen.

K'naan - Wavin' Flag

PS. Lately, I have a spider residing in my room. I thought it died when one day it decided to take refuge in the outflow in my shower as I showered. Think about it! It was a truly bad idea! But apparently, it survived. Spiders are remarkable. Maybe I'll name it Cope. Because it did. Plus, it rhymes with hope.

Veckans Idolbild

Alive 20-26/04

Last week's song: Rock Lobster

This week's song: Rock Lobster
This week's idol: Mary Woronov
This week's idol runner-up: Skeletor
This week's weather: Summery
This week's croquet: Civilized

Next week's highlight: Valborg
Next week's potential: Dolls
Next week's croquet: Barbaric

**LINDSAY LOHAN! THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION**

First, I thought of simply renewing my old invitation to Lohan in some fancy and irresistible Mousse-way. Like, I was going to convince her that the reason she released her album “Speak” back in 2004 was because “Lindsay, you possess an honest, beautiful and natural urge to express yourself” and that that was so obvious if you, like me, spend some time listening to her lyrics and not JUST dance away to the awesome tunes. And then I’d tell her that her anorexia looked really, really good on her and not bad at all, like how it looked on Angelina. Ew! Those fat lips don’t go well at all together with starvation! And then I would probably have told Lohan how OK of her it was to have taken drugs and been all alcoholic, since, after all, people like Lohan - the witty and intelligent crew - always get out of those situations looking even MORE intelligent and witty. EVERYBODY knows they’re just doing drugs because they’re simply too deep and creative to have the time to process everything within the limits of a brain functioning in an everyday kind of pace! I would of course also compliment her acting in Dare to Love Me, a film that hasn’t even been made yet and would thus hint that I have THE greatest confidence in Lohan’s future performances. I wouldn’t mention anything about Samantha, not in the invitation anway. No, I would spend the last lines comparing Lohan to a mayfly. Or a sparrow. Or something else as poetic and rich with integrity.

But then suddenly I started having second thoughts about it all. Not because I in any way would be dishonest, but because it would put us both in an awkward position where I’m all beneath her and she’s all obliged to me from all my complimenting, which would leave us sitting staring at each other, not knowing what to say, when really, we have LOTS and LOTS to talk about. I would go something like “You look… radiant.” “So I’ve heard” goes Lohan and thinks of that time on Letterman. And then naturally she starts comparing me to Letterman. That would be totally out of place. I don’t want that.

No. I’m just going to bide my time and let Lohan take the first step instead.

Big Win

And just in case you're not already reading it, FAIL Blog.

Read it. Laugh.

Return the next day and repeat.

Also speaking of fail, where's that Lohan post? I think we need one. She needs one.

Fuck You Capitalism and the horse of Intellectual Property which you rode in on.

Who needs to pay for entertainment when there are so much good free stuff out there?! And I'd much rather support these shows than play the game of greedy bastards with very little regard to creativity or an intelligent audience.

Therefore I decided to devote a post to some of my favourite free shows out there. Some of them are not currently updating, but they are still bloody brilliant.

3Way - Hilarious lesbian meta show.

Improv Everywhere - Brilliant public improvisations. Frozen Grand Central was their doing.

ItsJustSomeRandomGuy - Well written adventure with lots of dry humour for the comic-book geeks among us.

P0YKPAC - Simple, but incredibly well done sketches.

The Guild - A lovingly poke at all us internet addicts and gamers.

Viralcom - A humorous take on the world of YouTube and viral videos.

What the Buck? - I know you all know who Buck is, and I know we all are kinda annoyed, but kinda fascinated by him.

You got any you want to add to the list?

In walked a jelly fish

It’s been concluded that The B-52’s Rock Lobster is one of the best dance songs ever. It’s obvious that croquet must be a game best played in a manner of war, if ever. It’s clear that Billy Zane as The Phantom is the gayest superhero ever.


And finally, children, trained to move like insects. Are they terrorists?

It's Aliiiiive!

today, i was greeted by a pot in the kitchen that looked like it had something growing in it.

just now, i was reminded of the awesomeness of Detektivbyrån.

to summarize, the day could have started off better, but the ending more than made up for it!

anyone else alive enough to wanna share something about their day/week?

Hands have no equivalence. Except for feet. And monkey's hands. And their feet.

Due to intake of malaria prophylaxis I cannot be held responsible for anything from this point and three weeks on. For this little adventure, that might cause depression and nightmares, I paid 230 SEK.

That said, I think I will be holding a testing round of my fantastic croquet tournament tonight. I might just’ve dreamt it. I’m on drugs, dammit! Today I thought I had dreamt reading that Ape has male blood. Turns out it was true. Anyway, I will show up in the park and see whoever else is in the same dream as I am. I’m hoping for Tilda Swinton. She would be perfect.

Apart from this croquet project, my womb project and Ulf Lundell (who officially no longer is a project) I have a new one. I shall aim for ambidexterity. A successful outcome will place me in the same clique as respected people like Kurt Cobain, James Woods and Topher Grace. You see, today I read about handedness. Supposedly, lefties have a slightly higher tendency to develop ambidexterity. Also, we are more likely to be mentally retarded.* Personally, I believe what you want to do with your handedness is a matter of choice. I choose ambidexterity.

And if I accidentally start to stammer because of the massive strain I will put on my psyche, I will warmly welcome it as the eagerly awaited defining trait of my personality it will represent.

Now I will go check on the temperature of my beer.


*Most left-handers, however, have no developmental problems (Berk 2009).

I was fifteen years old and had no idea what social constructions could do to a mind.

Ever since we finished the last millenna and started counting in 2000’s I’ve been feeling lost. Years no longer have any impact on me. From the time I was figure-literate the years were made up of mostly nines, but also other, real numbers, like ones and sevens and sixes. And then suddenly, after having reached the logical setup of one and three nines, I had to abandon this beautiful series and start counting my years with the help of twos and an awful lot of zeros. The magic was broken, everyhting was gone awry. Almost like Chistmas, when it’s Tuesday or Monday but everybody acts like it’s Sunday, because it sort of is. But it really isn’t. But when it’s Christmas you know it only lasts for three days. This year-counting business, we won’t get rid off as easily.

I don’t know if it’s mostly a matter of learning something in a critical period (childhood) and then having difficulties indocrinating a new way of thinking later in life. In my case, realizing that 1997 and 2003 are both years, even though they look different.

It might also have to do with the point of time of the millenna. I was fifteen. Things changed. I could now choose to devote myself to prostitution without my older customers having to be charged for having under-aged sex. I chose not to. Also, I was in puberty, which might have had something to do with it. A new time dawned and there was no going back. My body changed, and so did the look of the years.

Or maybe I’m just getting old. Years fly by like soda-streamed water in a river and it’s not important what their name is. A year these days isn’t like a year when I was seven. A year back then was something huge, almost solemn. Too abstract to fully understand, too real to escape. A year now is something fickle and fleeting, like a BUTTERFLY. Mm, butter.

If you got this far, you are rewarded with a song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WRm3VsmXRE

It's an Oddball kinda thing.

Sometimes you come across something that is just so right it almost gives you chills. I've always been a fan of Baba O'Riley, but it wasn't until I watched this performance it fully clicked.

Everything about this clip is so Oddball one has to wonder if The Who weren't possessed by the odd spirit (which was also responsible for each and one of ours' conceptions) during the performance, cause if we had talent it would probably have looked something like this.

Alive?

well, i'm alive and kicking, and i've learned two new things this week...

1. every body part on the left side of my body is larger than corresponding body part on my right side. my hand, my boob, my thigh, my foot. i know it's common and i've always had my suspicions, but now that it's confirmed i just feel like i've been wronged. wronged! also, the skoskav resulting from having same-sized shoes for different-sized feet may have something to do with my anger.

2. blenders, like people, have good days and bad days.

anyone else learn something new?

I kinda wish my mouse would work like this all the time.

http://2006.1-click.jp/

I was six months old, speaking in tongues in the local missionary church to an audience in awe, when suddenly…

Someone pointed out that listening to a baby gurgling couldn’t possibly be considered divine. And that was the end of that career.

Howdy! I’m experiencing something of a spring break from the supposedly wondrous world of developmental psychology (babies!) and have thus taken refuge in the countryside. The soothing spring air will cleanse my mind and the crystal clear sunshine will burn away what stains I have gathered in sin. The euphoria of this last weekend is taking its backlashing toll in the form of melancholy. Oh, woe! There is nothing to do but wait and possibly gluttonize. Everything has a shade of black to it and everyone is looking at me with pity. And I’m looking back in fear.

All the goldfish in the garden pond are dead. It appears they drowned and ended up deep-frozen within a solid layer of ice. And now they’re millimeters away from reaching air and the possibility to rot. That’s the thing about spring. It’s such a dramatic process, this restarting thing we’re doing. Old presumptions and dirty secrets suddenly have nowhere to hide and are forced to stand, bent down, in an unforgiving, dazzling sunshine. It’s not like we have a damn choice. If we want to restart and get renewed life, we have to encounter the stale and the old and the stinking. Like making that unpleasant phonecall so that you can move on. Or cleaning your room in order to get your candy. That’s spring for you. Together, of course, with brand new clothes in bright fucking colors. No wonder people get anguished and depressed.

Me, I’m not depressed at all. I just need some well-deserved cocooning. Weeklong. Planning on pondering upon whether I’m more of a sociopath or a socioholic. Might settle for sociorexic. And daddy promised to remove the fish. Only a couple of millimeters now…

Alive - 30/3-5/1

Nå? Lever vi?

Vad har hänt?

Vad har setts?

Vad har lyssnats på?

Vad har ätits?

Ge mig en kommentar så jag vet att ni lever även denna vecka.

Veckans Idolbild

He may have been lacking when moving/speaking/acting, but
The Gentleman knows how to pose.

Still Awkward.

I think it was meeting an old friend of mine that really spurred this hugging thing. An old friend whom you've been really close to and haven't seen in a very long time. A meeting such as that does deserve a hug. However awkward.

So I went out into the world and decided to work some cognitive therapy on myself, with practical assignments (aka hugs). And I've become better at it. Still it's awkward. It's no longer about the physical contact, it's just...it's an awkward form of greeting.

Yeah, that's it. It's the greeting aspect of it that bothers me more than anything. Random hugs bear an element of fun and niceness (and only a little fear), but when expectations are involved. Big no-no.

The hug should not be used as a greeting. Do we all agree?

(the following post was brought to you by M's intoxicated hugginess)