Finally, I have in the scope of three nights had a grand total of two dreams actually worth mentioning, IE aren't boring as all hell.
Here's the first one:
One day, I was out skiing, on a reeeeeeeaaaaally steep slope, and was trying to make sure I was actually on my feet rather than on my nose. Now, making an absolutely logical and completely understandable transition, it was all of a sudden the year 2012, and the world was going to hell in a breadbasket!
What this means is essentially that the ground itself, still on the ski-slope, was moving, heavily! 'twas all going in waves, which made it somewhat tricky to keep going downhill, seeing as how the concept of "Downhill" was instantly redefining itself. To add to the interestingnessicity, there was a monster, a big one. It was running down towards the fleeing people (on skis), and it was quite scary to behold.
Fortunately, I managed to evade it, as it came crashing down and knocked itself out in a somewhat cartoonish moment of awesomeness. Next thing I knew, in another brilliant transition, I found myself in a small shack, together with a few people, among them my beloved, hiding from a horde of the undead who, naturally, are bound to appear whenever the end of the world is taking place.
Now, of course we are trying to avoid getting bitten, or even scratched, because that would turn us into the undead, but we were also trying to kill the buggers at the same time. So, first there was a whole shitload of them, then there were suddenly just a few. The obvious flow of thought for me and my girl was whether we should shoot ourselves in the head right away to avoid turning into two of them.
Noteworthy is the fact that I got scratched by the knife of one of the undead, but decided that it would not turn me.
But achieving consensus on an important matter, we thought that the best course of action would be to intentionally get infected so we would in fact become undead ourselves, this because we at least wanted to spend some more time together, and even though we knew that our bodies would rot, we would still be together so that our love could flourish for awhile longer. That is thusly what happened, I got a cut in my left little toe and we both went somewhat brown-ish, we were clinically dead, but still up and about as if nothing had happened. We weren't zombies, just dead people who were still alive...kinda...
Apparently, some entrepreneur of considerable standing had the idea that we undead folks would make for utterly superb labour, so we were quickly shipped off across a body of water to some kind of labour camp, where we worked with taking apart boxes in order to win the favour of the boss.
Sometime around then, I noted that we could commit any crime we wanted, because as we were clinically dead, we couldn't be convicted of anything. I then felt for my pulse, and found it, which is rather weird when you think about it.
At this point, my left thumb was starting to seize up and hurt quite badly, because I was starting to feel the onset of rigor mortis. One of my co-workers adviced me that I should drink some water, which indeed helped, though the milk I drank made me feel sick to my stomach. I also felt some mild pain in my joints as they all started seizing up as well, which was expected by now.
Next thing I knew, I was on the beach with a higher ranking worker, with some amazing area-of-effect gun, that he left me to use when he went to do something or another, and I fired it at some invaders from another camp who arrived on the beach by boat.
After that, me and the mates from the camp took a joyride through the countryside, in what closely resembled a LEGO world! I noted that it was amazing that everything could be destroyed, as described by one of my mates, and I thought that made it an excellent video game!
At the end of it all, we were racing along, and trying to kill the people from the other camp who were pursuing us!
...and that's about it!
Okay, that's a whole lot of text, I think I'll write about the other dream sometime later, 'cause right now I can't be bothered!
Enjoy!
onsdag 2 december 2009
söndag 29 november 2009
Music!...and some other stuff...
So, about this concert with Deep Purple I went to a couple of days ago...
This bothers me greatly, because there was nothing really wrong with the concert itself, they were brilliant. In fact, those old geezers beat out most modern act by a fair margin, they seriously rocked like all hell.
But the problem, see, was the opening act. They were some kind of swedish rock band called Attack. The creepy thing about them was that they were pretending like we were all supposed to know them, acting like they weren't just a bunch of middle-aged creeps who were never any good in the first place, and clearly just got worse during the last 20 or so years.
Only funny thing about them was the drummer, because when the others left the stage and he just tried to fire up the crowd on his own, he did a much better job and everyone seemed more at ease without the three other idiots around.
Fortunately, the idiots finally abandoned their attempts to...do something or another, and left the stage clear for the arrival of the ones we actually bloody came to see! I mean, how fucking pretentious do you have to be to just stand there and waste the audience's time like Attack did?!
Anyway...
Let me tell you this; every single word your parents have ever said about just how brilliant Deep Purple are, out of which you believed absolutely nothing, is completely true. Sure, they are old, but they've aged much more gracefully than any of the other oldies, like Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd.
Of course they included a whole line of classics; "Space Trucking", "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming", and my personal favourite "Wasted Sunsets" in an awesome rendition. I actually though that last one was too much to hope for, but I suppose I got lucky this one time, which will probably have some pretty severe repercussions in the future...
And christmas is drawing closer by the minute, so maybe me and my beloved can conjure up some christmas spirit this coming weekend. Myself, I feel that christmas is the most romantic time of the year, and guess what ghosts and ghouls, this year I have a girlfriend! Hell yeah!
Ehm...what was I saying? Oh, right, about christmas...
I think we can cook something up, and I have a feeling this'll all be a winter to remember, not just for me but for my very significant other as well.
In other news, the commonly held opinion about the accelerated global warming is simply a load of bullshit.
http://www.newsmill.se/artikel/2009/11/27/betydelsen-av-climategate
Y'know, this is exactly what I have been saying all along, literally. I have endured alot of crap because I have advocated a wait-and-see stance on the matter, and have urged those who make claims about global warming being a bomb ready to blow any second to actually look up the facts themselves instead of just saying "Oh, but any serious scientist agrees that...".
Well of-fucking-course they do, because you and every other idiot out there automatically considers any scientist who disagrees with the generally held opinion to be not serious!
Now people will instantly want to defend them, saying this is just a situation involving a few rogue scientists and nothing that affects the bigger picture. Here's the problem with it; it fucking does affect the bigger picture.
Most people drawing conclusions on the subject are doing so based on hearsay; they've heard someone say something about some unclear figures, and they are basing their opinions on that. A smaller category of people are the ones who have actually looked at those figures themselves and draw conclusions based on them, not on hearsay about the figures.
At the top, however, we have a small clíque of scientists who actually gather and compile all the data that everyone else uses to draw their conclusions. It is these people who have been pulling the wool over the eyes of the general public by manipulating the numbers.
And this is naturally easy to do; we all like to think that "Numbers cannot lie!", which is true, numbers can in fact not lie.
People, however, have no problem whatsoever with lying. People can enter whatever numbers they like into the statistics, and the general public will trust those numbers to be accurate.
In this case, they weren't, time to own up to that fact!
This bothers me greatly, because there was nothing really wrong with the concert itself, they were brilliant. In fact, those old geezers beat out most modern act by a fair margin, they seriously rocked like all hell.
But the problem, see, was the opening act. They were some kind of swedish rock band called Attack. The creepy thing about them was that they were pretending like we were all supposed to know them, acting like they weren't just a bunch of middle-aged creeps who were never any good in the first place, and clearly just got worse during the last 20 or so years.
Only funny thing about them was the drummer, because when the others left the stage and he just tried to fire up the crowd on his own, he did a much better job and everyone seemed more at ease without the three other idiots around.
Fortunately, the idiots finally abandoned their attempts to...do something or another, and left the stage clear for the arrival of the ones we actually bloody came to see! I mean, how fucking pretentious do you have to be to just stand there and waste the audience's time like Attack did?!
Anyway...
Let me tell you this; every single word your parents have ever said about just how brilliant Deep Purple are, out of which you believed absolutely nothing, is completely true. Sure, they are old, but they've aged much more gracefully than any of the other oldies, like Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd.
Of course they included a whole line of classics; "Space Trucking", "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming", and my personal favourite "Wasted Sunsets" in an awesome rendition. I actually though that last one was too much to hope for, but I suppose I got lucky this one time, which will probably have some pretty severe repercussions in the future...
And christmas is drawing closer by the minute, so maybe me and my beloved can conjure up some christmas spirit this coming weekend. Myself, I feel that christmas is the most romantic time of the year, and guess what ghosts and ghouls, this year I have a girlfriend! Hell yeah!
Ehm...what was I saying? Oh, right, about christmas...
I think we can cook something up, and I have a feeling this'll all be a winter to remember, not just for me but for my very significant other as well.
In other news, the commonly held opinion about the accelerated global warming is simply a load of bullshit.
http://www.newsmill.se/artikel/2009/11/27/betydelsen-av-climategate
Y'know, this is exactly what I have been saying all along, literally. I have endured alot of crap because I have advocated a wait-and-see stance on the matter, and have urged those who make claims about global warming being a bomb ready to blow any second to actually look up the facts themselves instead of just saying "Oh, but any serious scientist agrees that...".
Well of-fucking-course they do, because you and every other idiot out there automatically considers any scientist who disagrees with the generally held opinion to be not serious!
Now people will instantly want to defend them, saying this is just a situation involving a few rogue scientists and nothing that affects the bigger picture. Here's the problem with it; it fucking does affect the bigger picture.
Most people drawing conclusions on the subject are doing so based on hearsay; they've heard someone say something about some unclear figures, and they are basing their opinions on that. A smaller category of people are the ones who have actually looked at those figures themselves and draw conclusions based on them, not on hearsay about the figures.
At the top, however, we have a small clíque of scientists who actually gather and compile all the data that everyone else uses to draw their conclusions. It is these people who have been pulling the wool over the eyes of the general public by manipulating the numbers.
And this is naturally easy to do; we all like to think that "Numbers cannot lie!", which is true, numbers can in fact not lie.
People, however, have no problem whatsoever with lying. People can enter whatever numbers they like into the statistics, and the general public will trust those numbers to be accurate.
In this case, they weren't, time to own up to that fact!
måndag 9 november 2009
The Twilight Zone!
Since my love hadn't heard of this fantastic phenomenon, I feel somehow obligated to spread the word of it to the world.
See, The Twilight Zone is the brilliant brainchild of the genius Rod Serling. The concept is that of a long series of short movies, each telling the story of some person in a very peculiar way. It is most commonly referred to as science fiction with a message. More often than not, it touches on the subjects of redemption and personal enlightenment, with many supernatural elements, but in a way that doesn't get preachy.
Myself, I'd call it very very discrete and subtle horror. It's nothing like regular horror movies, where there is gore and monsters jumping out in front of the camera. It's much more subsued or subsumed or some other word like that; many episodes leave you with a kind of eerie feeling, like there is just something very wrong, relying more on a disconcerted feeling than on fear. It also contains quite a lot of twist endings, you are lead to believe something throughout the entire episode, then it's turned on its head at the very end.
The best example of this is ironically enough not an episode of the series at all, but rather a movie that I believe most people have heard of; The Planet of the Apes, that is, the original, not the remake. This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows that it was in fact Rod Serling who wrote the screenplay for the movie, so it plays out like an episode of The Twilight Zone, especially the ending.
Here's the SPOILER for those who have already seen it, everyone else should skip this part!
At the end, the protagonist is riding away with his girl on a beach. Suddenly, he spots something that makes him fall to his knees in despair; the ruins of the statue of liberty, showing that he had in fact traveled not through space, but through time, and human civilization had destroyed itself, which allowed the apes to rule the world.
That brought me a particular feeling of it all being so wrong, like the world wasn't working the way it was supposed to, and that is precisely what many episodes of The Twilight Zone does.
You are reading this post, thinking it to be just another amusing anecdote in the life of a normal human being. But what you don't know, is that you have just checked into a hotel, that rest forever inside...The Twilight Zone!
See, The Twilight Zone is the brilliant brainchild of the genius Rod Serling. The concept is that of a long series of short movies, each telling the story of some person in a very peculiar way. It is most commonly referred to as science fiction with a message. More often than not, it touches on the subjects of redemption and personal enlightenment, with many supernatural elements, but in a way that doesn't get preachy.
Myself, I'd call it very very discrete and subtle horror. It's nothing like regular horror movies, where there is gore and monsters jumping out in front of the camera. It's much more subsued or subsumed or some other word like that; many episodes leave you with a kind of eerie feeling, like there is just something very wrong, relying more on a disconcerted feeling than on fear. It also contains quite a lot of twist endings, you are lead to believe something throughout the entire episode, then it's turned on its head at the very end.
The best example of this is ironically enough not an episode of the series at all, but rather a movie that I believe most people have heard of; The Planet of the Apes, that is, the original, not the remake. This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows that it was in fact Rod Serling who wrote the screenplay for the movie, so it plays out like an episode of The Twilight Zone, especially the ending.
Here's the SPOILER for those who have already seen it, everyone else should skip this part!
At the end, the protagonist is riding away with his girl on a beach. Suddenly, he spots something that makes him fall to his knees in despair; the ruins of the statue of liberty, showing that he had in fact traveled not through space, but through time, and human civilization had destroyed itself, which allowed the apes to rule the world.
That brought me a particular feeling of it all being so wrong, like the world wasn't working the way it was supposed to, and that is precisely what many episodes of The Twilight Zone does.
You are reading this post, thinking it to be just another amusing anecdote in the life of a normal human being. But what you don't know, is that you have just checked into a hotel, that rest forever inside...The Twilight Zone!
söndag 8 november 2009
Wedding...n' shit!
So, was at a birthday celebration yesterday, had a whole lot of fun with the relatives, but couldn't shake the unmistakable feeling of missing my dear Maria way too much!
Seriously, I can't conceive of time going any slower than this, why the flying fuck does it have to inch along at a pace that would make a snail go "Eat my dust!"?
Just another 11 days of waiting, but it's still too bloody much! I want my girl now!
Furthermore, have been appointed toastmaster at the wedding of my cousin, so in essence, I'll be running the whole freakin' show! I just thought I'd be introducing the speeches, at most, but it turns out I'll be in charge of just about everything and the kitchen sink apart from actually marrying the two. You know, planning speeches, games, keeping track of the catering, constructing the building we're gonna be in, inventing cold fusion, that kind of stuff.
Doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to it, though, it just means I'll have a whole lot on my plate that weekend.
Oh, did I mention I miss my girl enough to drive me crazy?
Seriously, I can't conceive of time going any slower than this, why the flying fuck does it have to inch along at a pace that would make a snail go "Eat my dust!"?
Just another 11 days of waiting, but it's still too bloody much! I want my girl now!
Furthermore, have been appointed toastmaster at the wedding of my cousin, so in essence, I'll be running the whole freakin' show! I just thought I'd be introducing the speeches, at most, but it turns out I'll be in charge of just about everything and the kitchen sink apart from actually marrying the two. You know, planning speeches, games, keeping track of the catering, constructing the building we're gonna be in, inventing cold fusion, that kind of stuff.
Doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to it, though, it just means I'll have a whole lot on my plate that weekend.
Oh, did I mention I miss my girl enough to drive me crazy?
torsdag 5 november 2009
Exam!
Sat for about four hours and wrote an exam today, starting 8:15, which was a seriously major pain in the rear.
However, something I noticed while doing it was this; the longer I sat there, trying to force the figures to make sense inside my head, and trying to force the same figures down onto the paper into something resembling written language, I caught myself taking the piss more and more.
First, it was very small, maybe a "!" at the end of some sentences to make them sound more direct and forceful, but as I wrote down the second to last bit, I was sitting there making a simple graph of trade relations, then making an arrow pointing to one intersection of curves and writing "PROFIT!...for both" next to it, as a means of illustrating that it was at that point that two countries would both enjoy a profit.
On the last paragraph of the last question, where I was supposed to sort 6 suggestions out of 8 according to their economic viability and stuff, I basically just wrote "So, yeah, it costs too darn much, but it makes the cut because it's a good idea, that unfortunately relies on the wisdom of man, which is roughly as reliable as Stevie Wonder's eyesight!", then put down the pencil and went home.
Thank god there's no more school until monday!
Also, I'd like to add a little appendix to my advice on how to survive horror movies, and it goes like this:
Listen to advice you're given!
If someone says "Don't spend the night at Haunted Mansion, 23rd Murderous Maniac Boulevard, Zombiessex", chances are doing so would be a fucking awful idea!
If someone says "Don't trust anyone!", you can be fairly sure you're not supposed to give your blind trust to that middle-aged fellow telling you he knows a perfect hiding spot in the middle of Serial-killer Woods!
However, something I noticed while doing it was this; the longer I sat there, trying to force the figures to make sense inside my head, and trying to force the same figures down onto the paper into something resembling written language, I caught myself taking the piss more and more.
First, it was very small, maybe a "!" at the end of some sentences to make them sound more direct and forceful, but as I wrote down the second to last bit, I was sitting there making a simple graph of trade relations, then making an arrow pointing to one intersection of curves and writing "PROFIT!...for both" next to it, as a means of illustrating that it was at that point that two countries would both enjoy a profit.
On the last paragraph of the last question, where I was supposed to sort 6 suggestions out of 8 according to their economic viability and stuff, I basically just wrote "So, yeah, it costs too darn much, but it makes the cut because it's a good idea, that unfortunately relies on the wisdom of man, which is roughly as reliable as Stevie Wonder's eyesight!", then put down the pencil and went home.
Thank god there's no more school until monday!
Also, I'd like to add a little appendix to my advice on how to survive horror movies, and it goes like this:
Listen to advice you're given!
If someone says "Don't spend the night at Haunted Mansion, 23rd Murderous Maniac Boulevard, Zombiessex", chances are doing so would be a fucking awful idea!
If someone says "Don't trust anyone!", you can be fairly sure you're not supposed to give your blind trust to that middle-aged fellow telling you he knows a perfect hiding spot in the middle of Serial-killer Woods!
måndag 19 oktober 2009
Spam?
I got a little bit of inspiration to write a little bit of little bits this late at night, so here it comes:
What the flying fuck is the matter with this bloody so-called "spam filter" on my student mail account?
Allow me to give you an example of something that it determined to be spam; a mail entitled "[Stud_sesam] GIRC", from one of the officials at the student corps.
Allow me to give you quite a few examples of something that the fucking useless "spam filter" took no notice of whatsoever; "Increase your length to be popular among girls", "Give your libido a boost", "A sign of sophisticated taste is a good watch.", and at the very least a hundred other mails advertising services where I can enlarge my penis, effectively, safely and non-invasively, mind you, buy watches that look fancy, but aren't, or buy Viagra online at a discount. Splendid, I've always wanted a magical pill that makes my magical wand hard as Holly, Eleven Inches and containing the feather of a Phoenix. On second thought, I just might give that guy a call...
My god, that has to be the nerdiest double entendre in the history of blogging...
What the flying fuck is the matter with this bloody so-called "spam filter" on my student mail account?
Allow me to give you an example of something that it determined to be spam; a mail entitled "[Stud_sesam] GIRC", from one of the officials at the student corps.
Allow me to give you quite a few examples of something that the fucking useless "spam filter" took no notice of whatsoever; "Increase your length to be popular among girls", "Give your libido a boost", "A sign of sophisticated taste is a good watch.", and at the very least a hundred other mails advertising services where I can enlarge my penis, effectively, safely and non-invasively, mind you, buy watches that look fancy, but aren't, or buy Viagra online at a discount. Splendid, I've always wanted a magical pill that makes my magical wand hard as Holly, Eleven Inches and containing the feather of a Phoenix. On second thought, I just might give that guy a call...
My god, that has to be the nerdiest double entendre in the history of blogging...
fredag 16 oktober 2009
Love, hate and music!
Just another week to go until my next visit to that special someone! Yay!
Though I reckon her two cats are of the opinion that I'm no more than an annoying cuddle-dispenser, but I suppose I'll have to take what I can get when it comes to feline beings...
And bloody hell, I never knew studying economics could be this completely and utterly dull. What kind of an idiot made all of this bullshit up? It drives me completely up the walls, all this nonsense about theories supposed to explain how the world of economics works, but none of them ever do, which is somewhat of a problem since I'm currently studying APPLIED Microeconomics!
Started off my songwriting again, however, so it's not all bad. Tried my hand at making a sweet country-ballad in the vein of Roger Whittaker, failed miserably and just let my amazing talent for cheesy pop-songs take over...*grumbles* Maybe it'll be more interesting if I were to play it on the keyboard with the sound of a synthesizer on crack?
But I digress, it's a pretty nice song, it's actually about the morning, the night, love, longing, hoping, despair, and about thirty-three other emotions that I could forcibly squeeze into the rather limited lyrical structure. Maybe I'll bother to write another one tomorrow...
Oh, what the heck, I'll just post the lyrics here:
"Verse 1:
Where is morning? I've been looking for so long
Where is the morning? The nights just drag on and on
Where are you? There's so many words I've yet to say
Darling, where are you? It's such a rain day today
Chorus:
And always I wonder, why it's so far away
But I know, I'll get to see it, some other day
Verse 2:
It's so cold now, I long for you to keep me warm
I should have seen it, it was a mystery before
I sit here hoping, that some day it all will change
But it's no use now, I'm too enchanted by your face
Chorus:
And always I wonder, why it's so far away
But I know, I'll get to see it, some other day"
And yes, I'm fully aware of that I've probably subconsciously stolen every single word from other songs, but it's not like I give a damn.
I should also make a short mention of the wonderful topic of sex.
There, that was it.
Though I reckon her two cats are of the opinion that I'm no more than an annoying cuddle-dispenser, but I suppose I'll have to take what I can get when it comes to feline beings...
And bloody hell, I never knew studying economics could be this completely and utterly dull. What kind of an idiot made all of this bullshit up? It drives me completely up the walls, all this nonsense about theories supposed to explain how the world of economics works, but none of them ever do, which is somewhat of a problem since I'm currently studying APPLIED Microeconomics!
Started off my songwriting again, however, so it's not all bad. Tried my hand at making a sweet country-ballad in the vein of Roger Whittaker, failed miserably and just let my amazing talent for cheesy pop-songs take over...*grumbles* Maybe it'll be more interesting if I were to play it on the keyboard with the sound of a synthesizer on crack?
But I digress, it's a pretty nice song, it's actually about the morning, the night, love, longing, hoping, despair, and about thirty-three other emotions that I could forcibly squeeze into the rather limited lyrical structure. Maybe I'll bother to write another one tomorrow...
Oh, what the heck, I'll just post the lyrics here:
"Verse 1:
Where is morning? I've been looking for so long
Where is the morning? The nights just drag on and on
Where are you? There's so many words I've yet to say
Darling, where are you? It's such a rain day today
Chorus:
And always I wonder, why it's so far away
But I know, I'll get to see it, some other day
Verse 2:
It's so cold now, I long for you to keep me warm
I should have seen it, it was a mystery before
I sit here hoping, that some day it all will change
But it's no use now, I'm too enchanted by your face
Chorus:
And always I wonder, why it's so far away
But I know, I'll get to see it, some other day"
And yes, I'm fully aware of that I've probably subconsciously stolen every single word from other songs, but it's not like I give a damn.
I should also make a short mention of the wonderful topic of sex.
There, that was it.
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