Escape from boredom

I’m sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

The latest single from Audioslave rocks so hard that I almost cries!! http://www.audioslave.com/

Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t gonna die
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution
Rock ‘n’ roll it will survive

From the first of September this year I will be starting as a consultant at Gravity Rock

Gravity Rock was founded January 1, 2000. We have focused on enterprise portals and integration services from day one. This experience has given us a level of expertise that is rare in this market, and has established Gravity Rock as one of the leading providers of portal and integration solutions in Northern Europe.

Time to try something new 🙂 http://www.gravityrock.com/

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There’ll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to …fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There’ll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to …fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.

From the album “The Wall”