After having lived with demonstration misery in Malmö in five hours so I went home to a Seinfeld Marathon on the sofa. Ylva was already in place and the whole gang had thief started with a section. Watching a few hours of Seinfeld was planned a long time but now it was really off. And the theme of the evening was American.

So we ended up in the kitchen to turn up a bunch of home made burgers which then had become the nucleus, together with its own Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, before we re-positioned ourselves in soffpotatis position. You see Ylva and Anneli in matlagartagen above.

The only sad thing with our Seinfeld Marathon is that we will soon have no section left to watch. Now we are on the second side of the disc and it's almost over. For good. Again.

For both I and Anneli have seen all the sections in the past when they went on Swedish television. The funny thing is that they are still as good and that the boys also laugh at them.

Well, Seinfeld The night also means that I can not directly comment on second chance in Melodifestivalen today but it may Lina Johansson meet instead. And after viewing what she writes, I can say that she can do with flying colors.

Kepler telescope was launched in his career this morning. Everything went well and now it spins around the earth and waiting to start scout for other planets. I followed the launch via NASA's website and wrote an article about it this morning. Strangely enough, I read about how British scientists at the same time has given the green light to start searching for life to just the opposite direction, namely the polar ice in Antarctica. A few kilometers down there are several lakes, one of whom will now be explored by scientists who believe that there are untouched lives there, lives that have not had contact with the earth's surface at any one million years. Please read my little summary of researchers hunting also in this direction here.

Just called and pre-e tomorrow taxi to work. Something I am doing right often, either the morning or at night. But I do so often, I realized it was not until today. When the guy in gear said, "I thought I recognized you," when I said my name at the end of the conversation - then I understood that I go too much taxi. Time to sleep.