Monday, October 02, 2006


I was looking through our bookshelves today, and found these scribblings on the back of my old copy of Elsa Beskow's The adventures of Petter and Lotte. Roughly, they translate into: My Daddy is Satan. April 12th, 1985. Daddy's birthday. 8 1/2 years old.


Anonymous ungovernable said...

God digs my daddy! (rez quote)

3:41 pm  
Anonymous maître said...

childhood trauma. any event in particular leading up to this, or was that simply a deduction? in the second case: I'm a little scared, but at the same time releaved to finally put a name on satan other than well satan

3:46 pm  
Blogger Sara said...

I really can't remember. It just reminds me that my temper now is much the same as then. I find it a soothing example of continuity of my existence. It made me laugh really hard, though.

4:33 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

the juxtaposition of this post and the previous one is priceless.

5:22 pm  
Anonymous børvis said...

it says "Daddy is a devil". There is a difference.

6:47 pm  
Blogger Sara said...

You say potato, I say vodka.

7:17 pm  
Blogger MGL said...

Wow, your daddy already had you on his 8 and a half-year birthday? And you could write then? They start early in your family.

9:01 pm  
Blogger Sara said...

Martin, that sounds pervy in the most creepiest of ways. I must have thought that my age and the date was important, so that I'd remember the significance of whatever event made me so angry with him.

10:41 pm  
Anonymous Sexy Sadie said...

Good guy, your daddy?

11:27 pm  
Blogger Lasse said...

I like your post in the original way it was supposed to be liked! -It's beautiful not to be mocked!

12:20 am  
Blogger Mikkel said...

It is beautiful.

12:23 am  
Blogger Mikkel said...

And it shouldn't be mocked.

12:24 am  
Blogger Mikkel said...

But it has a bad temper.

12:25 am  
Blogger MGL said...

I wasn't mocking. I was just trying to be anti-funny.

12:45 am  
Blogger Lasse said...

mockers ALL of you!

1:31 am  

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