Tinet is a cartoonist, illustrator, letterer, graphic designer, editor, translator and pig-keeper.

Other parts of Tinet's internet presence are, for instance:

The main website

Another blog

The Blog of Swine


and some photos on Flickr


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Favourite entries

¤ Mum and Ainur were visiting
¤ Sunny Saturday
¤ Cheap thrills
¤ Labour Day
¤ Definitely no Sergei Elmgren III
¤ Mum was here
¤ Nordens ark
¤ Cool weather today
¤ Piggies in my bed
¤ Black & white
¤ Two collages
¤ Bankhar mä!
¤ Lilac skies
¤ Kickass industrial sites
¤ Mayday
¤ Views from Pankow and a backyard
¤ Kugelblitz & cuddly 'street art'
¤ Shameless exploitation of workers and communists
¤ Berlin, Berlin
¤ Cuteness
¤ More Berlin
¤ Ouch, my feet ...
¤ Frosty collage
¤ Another fine old house hits the dust
¤ Horror and pigeons
¤ The smooth sides of houses
¤ Streets of Lund 2006
¤ Hungry for Hills
¤ Skärhamn
¤ Foggy sun
¤ Furry puppies
¤ Snow and a sleeping little baby
¤ Around the railway tracks in Lund
¤ The moon
¤ Lund in October
¤ The steaming sea
¤ Misc. scenes from Orust
¤ Territorial disputes
¤ Road Trippin'
¤ Sergei's tail
¤ Yellow
¤ The sleepy kingdom of Princess Mitsu
¤ A house, graffiti and a rook
¤ Green
¤ Feather canyons everywhere
¤ Sky and earth
¤ Misc. perspectives on Orust
¤ Mushrooms
¤ Fauna
¤ Flora
¤ A window
¤ Green landscapes
¤ My babies
¤ Dead house
¤ Dead elk
¤ Views on our home
¤ Pictures from a spontaneous cycling tour
¤ A parking lot in Malmö
¤ Twilight sky
¤ A once nice house
¤ Serpieri, the flying pig
¤ Yukata madness
¤ Rundown allotment garden
¤ Bristly!
¤ Furry!
¤ Home
¤ Dead animals
¤ Ängavallens gård
¤ Gothenburg
¤ One of the 2-3 pictures that actually came out perfect
¤ Where animals travel to their death
¤ Winter in Kävlinge
¤ Orient and Occident - blurry concepts!
¤ My baby is such a tease
¤ Eggs are interesting
¤ Here's the wuffie!
¤ The Carpathians
¤ Anti-kitsch
¤ Sunset over Kävlinge
¤ My cuddlymunchkins
¤ Streets of Lund
¤ Food

¤ Elephant digging up old bones + a burglary
¤ MSU in my subconscious
¤ Bad puppy
¤ The mansion
¤ A dream of menstruation in Sin City
¤ My dreams are so nice sometimes (aka Russian Policewoman)
¤ Desperately trying to reach MGU
¤ Blood, devastation, death, war and horror dream #6
¤ Family life
¤ Dreams, bloody dreams
¤ I need a sword
¤ Tony Blair & Lenin haunt me

¤ My thoughts on the presidential elections in France
¤ Just google it! - Nana version
¤ Meat has it all
¤ The amazing world of Swedish copyright laws
¤ Anna Politkovskaya
¤ It's about time we all get out and vote for love!
¤ Bilal's Nikopol vs. Moore's Promethea: Being possessed by gods and forced to have sex in comics
¤ Tinet's kitchen of pain
¤ The hymen is an evil MYTH!!!

¤ Gouache
¤ Pigasso paintings
¤ The Light comes from the Right
¤ Some kind of Valentine
¤ 2006 - a card and a snow Mitsu
¤ Serilda
¤ Standing on eggshells
¤ Mmm ... surströmming
¤ Rudolfo from the rapeseed fields
¤ The freedom to not choose
¤ Red China Comics
¤ Till alla svenskjävlar som inte klarar av att sätta komma i ert eget språk
¤ The Kostroma Elk farm
¤ The boob diaries part 4 - conclusion
¤ The boob diaries part 3
¤ The boob diaries part 2
¤ Breast cancer can be fun
¤ Why can't I wear a skirt and still be one of the guys?
¤ Garlic update #2
¤ Garlic update
¤ EU garlic is no good against vampires.
¤ I want to learn Maltese!
¤ Dirty men in the public library
¤ The marvels of life #4637
¤ My new life as a one-armed bandit
¤ Severiina exposed
¤ Severiina - a tale of an obsession
¤ On drawing techniques
¤ TschöRmen
¤ I might be going insane.
¤ 15 reasons

Some favourite blogs:

Baci dalla provincia
Yellow Peril

Nyt on yö.
Minä kuljen yksin
tyhjiä katuja.
En tiedä, mihin olen menossa,
hyvä kun tiedän mistä
olen tulossa,
ja ruumiissani
soi tuhat kaunista ja
voimakasta sävelmää,
minun koko menneisyyteni,
ja silmissäni loistavat
tuhannen ihmisen silmät,
silmien takana tuntemattomuus,
tätä naista ei tunne kukaan,
se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään,
ei kukaan tiedä
mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.

- Mirka Lattunen


El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un umăr.
Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
un om singur

- Nichita Stănescu

Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.

- Karl Marx

The Hermit’s Song

A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree
Is my roof,
While nearby a great oak tree keeps me

I can pick my fruit from an apple
Like an Inn,
Or can fill my fist where hazels
Shut me in.

A clear well beside me offers
Best of drink,
And there glows a bed of cresses
Near its brink.

Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours,
Nestle near,
Wild swine come, or broods of badgers,
Grazing deer.

All the gentry of the county
Come to call!
And the foxes come behind them,
Best of all.

To what meals the woods invite me
All about!
There are water, herbs and cresses,
Salmon, trout.

A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey
Are my meat,
Heathberries and Whortleberries
For a sweet.

All that one could ask for comfort
Round me grows,
There are hips and haws and strawberries,
Nuts and sloes.

And when summer spreads its mantle
What a sight!
Marjoram and leeks and pignuts,
Juicy, bright.

Dainty redbreasts briskly forage
Every bush
Round and round my hut there flutter
Shallow, thrush.

Bees and beetles, music-makers,
Croon and strum;
Geese pass over, duck in autumn,
Dark streams hum.

Angry wren, officious linnet
And black-cap,
All industrious, and the woodpecker’s
Sturdy tap.

From the sea the gulls and herons
Flutter in,
While in upland heather rises
The grey hen.

In the year’s most brilliant weather
Heifers low
Through green fields, not driven nor beaten,
Tranquil, slow.

In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering,
Skies are blue,
Swans call, river water falling
Is calling too.

- Unknown old Irish poet

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Monday, August 01, 2005
Megamårtron is at it again ...

A moment ago, I suddenly heard a noise from inside my computer. It could have resembled a small explosion. It could also have resembled what I always imagine a gun with a silencer to sound like when it goes "PAK!" in the comic books (the sound is from the hammer). In any case, I prepared for the worst.

I shut down my computer and opened the side. At first, I could see nothing wrong, except this little piece of plastic (about 1 cm wide) on the floor:

I looked around some more, until I realised one of the straps holding the cooler in place was hanging loose.

Hmm ... I wonder if I have a guarantee on that one. I had to exchange the original cooler for this one, because it made a terrible noise, and I kept the paperwork for it ... except it's all in my basement in Kävlinge.

I guess it could also help if I, hrm, removed the dust from the computer's inside a bit more often ... this is an old and very dusty apartment.

Posted at 5:59 pm by turukhtan
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
Russian Jedi generator

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Ты на Темной стороне
Цвет твоего светового меча красный
Уровень твоего мастерства магистр
Потенциал развития сверхвысокий
Тебя убьют? Нет
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New - COOL Dating Tips and Romance Advice!


You're on - The dark side
Colour of your light saber - Red
Level of your skills - Master
Potential for development - Superhigh
Are you killed? - No.

Posted at 9:33 am by turukhtan
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I watched 1-Ichi (the prequel to Ichi the Killer) yesterday, and I must conclude that the model/actor Teah is one of Japan's hottest proofs that racial mixture is a good thing.

Since no one else seems to have done it yet, I made a few screencaps with him and put them on the net.

Posted at 7:46 am by turukhtan
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Saturday, July 30, 2005

I'm pretty much straightedge in practise, so all drugs have a heavy impact on me. Yesterday I couldn't sleep, because I had tea with Ainur. (It could also have something to do with the fact that I was so excited about my new plans to stay in this apartment even after Mihai leaves, because it would be just about SEK500 more expensive than my apartment in Kävlinge, anyway, and when you add the stress of commuting by unreliable trains etc., it's so much worth it ... I can easily compensate for the 500 crowns by not buying any ready-made food, including bread, or clothes. I found a pair of tweed pants in the trash last week, so my new fall wardrobe is all set. :oD)

Anyway, I tried without any too big success to convince Ainur to have one of the characters in the comic she's working on have vitiligo. The character is supposed to be partly based on Mitsu, so I just couldn't see why she should miss this opportunity. Not just because she could make the character look even more like Mitsu, give people with vitiligo a positive role model and reduce the stigmatizing of the condition. But the main reason is that vitiligo looks really cool! Especially on black people.

(Borrowed from avrf.org)

(Borrowed from psoriasiscafe.org)

(Borrowed from atlas-dermato.org) Sometimes vitiligo makes the hair white, too.

More information about vitiligo can be found at zebracorn.com. In India, according to this article, vitiligo (n.b. - in *women*) is so stigmatized that people with even the slightest trace of it aren't considered suitable for marriage.

Mum has vitiligo, and it looks really kickass. She has a pigment-less spot on her foot that looks like a mouse, and I've been trying to convince her to tattoo the contours of a mouse or rat on it to emphasize it.

(Muskelimimmi is borrowed from Yellow Peril)

Mitsu looks like she has some kind of vitiligo. Most dogs seem to have spotted black and white skin, and it's funny how the spots in the fur are different from the spots on the skin.
Sergei's skin looks like it has some kind of seasonal vitiligo - in the winter, the parts that are least exposed to the sun become pink, but they magically turn black again in the summer after some sunbathing.

Sergei waiting for a belly rub.

But it seems like "real" vitiligo really does appear among dogs, too. Here's an akita with vitiligo on his Nasenschwamm: http://www.japaninkippura.net/sony.html

Posted at 6:13 am by turukhtan
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Friday, July 29, 2005
Twilight sky

I haven't figured out how to use the 'panorama' function of my camera yet, so I made this just by pasting together two individual photographs.

(Click it to look closer.)

Posted at 7:06 am by turukhtan
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A once nice house

I took my camera with me to work, in case I'd meet some hedgehogs that wouldn't mind posing for me. No hedgehogs showed themselves, though, but after work I went biking around a bit, looking for views to practise my photography on.

This is an old wooden house in a neighbourhood not far from where I live. I sometimes bike past it on my way to a supermarket, and I've always admired it. I was going to take pictures of it for a long time now, and today, when I finally made it there, I realised it's being torn down.

Posted at 7:03 am by turukhtan
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
My Olympus C-765 UZ

I finally got my camera today. I ordered it last week, but the shop by mistake sent it to my billing address in Kävlinge, instead of to my shipping address in Lund, so it took a while before I got the slip.

I'm so used to my Zenit and Mihai's Nikon D70 that this little thing feels like a toy, and I can't quite believe (yet) that it actually can make decent pictures.

Today, while trying to learn how to use it, I was mostly just making silly pictures of myself.

Otherwise, the day was really weird. As mentioned, I had to go to Kävlinge. I went there by bus, but when I wanted to go back home, there weren't any buses until an hour or so later, so I decided to hitchhike. I went to the usual street where I've always hitched rides from Kävlinge to Lund, and started sticking my thumb out. It's never easy to get a ride there, partly because the place where I start is still inside town, and most people aren't actually going to Lund, and partly because people don't *want* to pick up any hitchhikers.

So, guess who the only person was who stopped before I had walked all the way up to the motorway was?
Well, it was a guy I was about 90% sure I had already encountered.

Last November, when I was going to a hospital in Lund to have a lump in my boob examined, the train I was going to take was cancelled, and I would miss my appointment, unless I could make it there some other way.
I went to stand by the roadside for 30-46 minutes, until this one guy finally stopped his car. He said he could take me to Lund, so I got in. Then he said that he wasn't actually going there originally, but ... and then he mumbled something I had to ask him to repeat several times until I finally understood what he was saying: "I'll drive you if you ... massage me ... *here*."
I stared at him in disgust, told him that he must be completely insane, and got out. I gave him the finger when he drove away, while frustratedly wishing I had castrated him, written down his number plate, or at least kicked in one of the back lights on his car ...
I didn't feel like hitchhiking anymore, so I went home and called the hospital. And it was no problem for me to come an hour or two later.

Back to the future. I was standing in about the same spot, and this guy stopped his car. When I saw him I instantly thought I recognised him - dirty-brown hair, metal frame glasses, moustache, pot-belly, red face, in a dark grey car, somehow reminding a bit of the dad in the Belgian film La Promesse (played by Olivier Gourmet) - and when he asked where I was going, I quickly answered, "To Lund - but I'm not going with you! Good-BYE!" He just said "oh, I see", looking a bit confused, and drove off. (And I forgot about the number plate again ... though I'm actually only *90*% sure it was the same guy.)

Well, I kept on trying to hitch a ride, and worked my way all the way to the motorway. There, two (!) buses on their way to Lund passed me by (the railroad between Lund and Kävlinge is closed over the summer, and there's always one or two buses as replacement for every train), and I hated myself for not staying at the station and waiting for a damn bus.
I had already almost given up when a completely nice and decent young man in a turquoise VW Polo (much like the one of my arts teacher in Urjala) suddenly stopped and gave me a ride to Lund.


As for this morning, the delivery of Sydsvenskan (which constitutes about 130 of the 150-160 newspapers and magazines I distribute each morning) was three hours late, so I earned some extra money. (We get compensated for the time we have to wait for the newspapers.)


In any case, I'm happy, because I now have a cool camera, and because I can listen to Bob Dylan and Jimmy Eat World.

Posted at 6:25 pm by turukhtan
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Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Aslim Beach in the Gaza Strip ...

... where men are sex objects in speedos and women are fully dressed and heavily armed, jealously guarding their spouses against those nasty Arabs.

(At least that's the impression I get from this photograph, by Goran Tomasevic/Reuters, scanned from Svenska Dagbladet 26/7 2005.)

Posted at 6:58 am by turukhtan
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Sunday, July 24, 2005
Full Metal Alchemist

Waah, I just finished watching the 51st episode of Full Metal Alchemist. (Of course, I was crying my eyes out.)

But what will I do NOW?! Maybe I should read the manga. If I can find it anywhere, that is (Toriyama's World has discontinued and taken it down already ...).

*Edit* I just found the manga on Online Manga Viewer ("providing free manga to the masses") at fullmetal-alchemist.com. Yay, coming home after work has become meaningful again!! ^o^

Posted at 8:04 am by turukhtan
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Saturday, July 23, 2005
Serpieri, the flying pig

Last time I was visiting my mother, I got an irresistible impulse: Make a pig! Make a pig! Make a pig!
Within a couple of hours, I had produced the most recent addition to my dysfunctional pig family. His name is Serpieri, after the Italian artist who has drawn classical "erotic" comics like Druuna.

He has now joined my two other pigs - Severiina, rescued from a second hand shop, and Sergei Jr., sewn by myself.

Mihai thought he looked really retarded, and wanted to play with him. Okay, so he was throwing Serpieri in the air, letting Serpieri "jump" through a ring (a chewing ring for dogs that he found somewhere in Austria), and then he started talking about how Serpieri probably wanted to fly a bit. Since Serpieri spends all his days on my bookshelf, gazing through the window over the streets and houses outside, he probably wished he could fly.

I assumed that Mihai was just trying to provoke me to wrestle with him, so I didn't take his suggestions too seriously.
Until Serpieri took off. Through the window.

I looked down at the street, and Serpieri's first flying lesson hadn't gone so well ... he had landed on the sidewalk four floors below. (Luckily, he didn't hit anyone ...) I rushed out to rescue him, and while I was making my way down the never ending stairs, Mihai watched a couple pick him up, talk and laugh at him, and place him in the wrought iron decorations on the side of the house (to the right in the picture below). Mihai says that if they'd have attempted to kidnap Serpieri, he would have thrown Severiina at them.

After a moment I had finally gotten down, and could bring him back home again ... But Serpieri still dreams of flying.

A pig's gotta fly ...

Posted at 7:33 pm by turukhtan
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