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| 03:17pm 01/01/2010 |
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This year I'll work out three times a week, with very, very few exceptions, in addition to other physical activities.
I'll do at least twenty pushups and sixty situps before bed every day except the weekends.
I will not buy soda, sugary snacks or candies at all, eat only in moderation when others offer, and buy chips and similar snacks only on weekends and possibly social gatherings, to be determined on a case by case basis.
Finally, I'll get to work on finishing a degree or education of some sort.
So there. |
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| Surely these are the end times... |
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| 08:38pm 07/12/2009 |
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When the turn of the milennium came, the end times, the years of tribulations, surely began. And with the advent of the rfid chips, the mark of the beast became apparent all over. Obama is of course another obvious sign, or maybe Putin is.
Thing is, has there been any period that was not clearly at least the beginning of the end times? Has Armageddon ever not been lurking around the corner?
Back in the day it was a clear omen of the coming Fimbulwinter every time you had frost in september two years running. The apocalypse was generally assumed to be scheduled for year 1000, year 1066 and year 1666 (possibly the most well deserved of the lot), as well as it was clear that the end of days was coming in the early thirteen hundreds.
Various other doomsdays have been predicted throughout the centuries since, and among many there seems to be a consistant belief that the world, or maybe just the world as we know it, will barely survive their generation, and certainly not last much beyond their childrens generation.
Then of course there are the oddballs, counting among them me, who subscribe to the upwards climb of technological determinism, and some rationals who don't buy into either extreme, but still...
Is doomsday such an alluring thought? |
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| 12:14am 25/11/2009 |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) martinemonster sent me these questions, and I guess I'll have to answer. If you comment, I'll ask you a bunch of similar questions, so be
warned...
1. Favorite TV-show, cancelled or otherwise?
At the moment, Dexter. He's the psycopath with a heart...
2. If you were free to choose whatever carreer you wanted, knowing that whatever you choose you'd be successful, what would you want to do?
If I knew I'd be successful in a given career, I'd definitely go with world dictator. I'd be able to make the worl a better part and get bloody rich in the process. On a more realistic note, I'd possibly go with architect or something. Or maybe scuba instructor in Bali.
3. Would you rather have sex with Jessica Alba without arms or Natalie Portman without legs?
Could it be a treesome if both girls lacked all limbs? I rather think I'd go with Natalie anyhow. No arms would be way more freaky than no legs.
4. Zombie apocalypse happens today and you only have room for 4 people in your car. Who do you bring?
I wouldn't leave by car, but if I had to chose four people to bring along, I think I'd go with Martine (for the company), Andreas (because Martine would get all weepy without him), Anders (because he's fuck of huge and ought to know a little something about guns) and Margrethe (as she is somewhat handy, has camping experience and knows some of the geography of ruralia).
5. If you had to give up one vice (alcohol, computer games, chocolate/candy...) which would you avoid?
I keep trying to give up candies and such, with little actual success, and would probably go with that one. Unless you are asking what I should give up, in which case I would pick computer games; they take up too much of my time and give me nothing concrete back. Excepting of course fun. A rough estimate places my total computer game time (calculated from I was 14) at approximately one year. One whole year. But definitely candy. |
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| 11:59pm 22/10/2009 |
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Faen, satan, pokker, helvete, svarte, dritt, møkk, fitte.
Som jeg har snakket mye om i det siste skal jeg et par uker til Kanada i november. En liten tur med familien for å hilse på min utlendige søster.
Noe jeg egentlig har begynt å glede meg en del til .
Men da jeg kom hjem i kveld lå det en innkallelse til rep øvelse i posten. Pent plassert midt under ferien.
Pokker. |
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| 04:11am 12/09/2009 |
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Last week I was in Trondheim, larping away. It ended up almost a full week trip, meaning I had to skip quite a bit of schooland such, but damn if it wasn't worth it.
Apparently I have something of a desire for escape at the time. Being away from oslo, away from routine, felt amazing. Hells, even the eight hours of driving each way was great, though this might be largely due to pleasant company.
Now, this desire for escape is nothing new, but usually it doesn't show up until a month or so before exams come around. It's early this year, and maybe just a little stronger than usual. I don't think this is made much better by the fact that I'm poorer than I've been for quite some time, meaning I've got no real option of running.
Unless, of course, I pull myself together a little and start taking on some extra shifts, but that seems a little unlikely right now.
Oh, well. Not something I have the time for anyways. |
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| 07:58am 02/08/2009 |
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Innimellom blir jeg overrasket og imponert over hva som faktisk er utviklet.
Greit, vi har ikke flygende biler (selv om det er en rekke konsepter og prototyper som hevder å være rettet mot forbrukermarkedet) men fy pokker. Eksoskjeletter som supplementerer muskelkraft, beregnet på hjemmehjelp. Tobeinte stoler, i stand til å bære et menneske (opptil 94 kg) over ulendt terreng. Rullestoler som kan gå trapper. Nokia jobber med å utvikle en mobil som lader seg opp på elektromagnetisk stråling i lufta.
Mye er selvfølgelig mindre praktisk enn bare tøft/stilig, men se på denne her http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJPTSaARlvs og si at vi ikke lever i gode tider.
Pokker ta sultne barn i Darfur; jeg liker verden nå... |
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| 05:30am 31/07/2009 |
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Tonight was a slow night at work, so I ended up watching quite a bit of Angel.
This led to me wondering, who would win in a showdown between the Buffy crew and the Winchester boys? This was quite easily resolved by the fact that one side has superpowers, lots of magic and is used to preventing apocalypses on a yearly basis, while the other side has some pistols. Sure, pistols are lethal and all, but at one point Buffy does her thing on a guy with a minigun and a grenade launcher, so there's no real contest there.
Against the LA chapter of the scooby gang however, things might go a little differently. I'm thinking of a pretty basic outfit on either side, set somewhere in season two of the respective shows, with the Winchesters having Billy and Ruby for backup, while Angel brings Wes, Cordelia and Gunn.
I'd say this is pretty fair, as they each have one monster, one seer and two guys with a lot of know how on the breaking and hurting department.
That being said, the question is wether Angel would start with Ruby or Dean. Though Ruby would probably be the bigger threat, and possibly prove unmanageable for Gunn (who would be the other logical choice to oppose her), Dean is pretty much the main character, and would thus seem like a logical opponent.
From this it follows that Wesley would be fighting Billy, a battle whose outcome I'm unsure about. On the one hand Billy is rather old and decrepit, but on the other hand he has a tendency to shoot things. The firearms may not be quite the showstopper one might suppose, as Wesley has also shown himself to be a dab hand with both crossbows and thrown weapons, being able to hit the heart of a running person on several occasions.
The final matchup, namely Sam versus Cordelia is however sadly a foregone conclusion.
I would say the overall outcome depends mainly on how fast Angel kills or incapacitates whoever he's fighting. Bullets won't really harm him, and one of his defining traits is that he wins fights. I'm thinking that Gunn and Dean would be fairly well matched, with Gunn having shown a remarkable ability to kill vampires while Dean usually unable to keep up with even a single one.
Also, I'm feeling bad for even having thought of this, let alone posting it... But no matter.
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| 06:50pm 25/07/2009 |
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Tonight, I dreamt I was in prison. I didn't quite know why I was there, but seing as I was running around with two knives concealed on my body, and the fact that I felt no more than a slight regret that I was imprisoned, I guess it was something I deserved. That being said, it wasn't really a bad prison to be in, as we were pretty much a bunch of bums lazing about, but once again I guess those knives must have been there for a reason...
As far as security goes, the prison was something of a joke. During the dream I escaped twice, both times on accident. The first time I simply walked back up to the main gate and knocked. The second time I absentmindedly wandered off while feeding ducks, and the guards had to enslist the aid of the kids in the kindergarten next door to the prison to come find me. Luckily I remembered that I was supposed to return, and I got back just in time for movies.
It almost made me want to stab someone, so I could go to prison, but I imagine they're not usually quite like that. |
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| 11:44pm 16/07/2009 |
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The last few days I've not had all that much to do, so I've been getting rather into Trine. Actually Trine has consumed around half of my waking hours for a couple of days. And I have to say that I'm really positively surprised; Trine is great fun, and fairly complex, fulfilling many of my wishes. Initially I was somewhat guarded, having been disappointed before, but Trine just won me over, and I ended up having a great lot of fun.
I feel dirty now... |
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| 03:53am 04/07/2009 |
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This may not come as much of a surprise, but I’m reading a book. At one point a friend of the main character voices the oh so common desire for adventure, excitement or action, complaining that he lives in a boring mundane time. For a few moments this made me reflect on the similarity to my own situation, with me reading accounts of great adventures and envying the protagonists who are torn from mediocrity and thrust into self realization, improvement and a general transcendence of personal limits. Then I thought a little further, and I realized that I live in a no more limiting fiction myself. As I and a friend liked to jokingly say to one another, we live in turbulent times. The last decade has been one of the more turbulent the world has seen. Genocides, famine, wars and even some democracies trying to struggle out of their dictatory pasts. All in all, we are experiencing more global turbulence than any kingdom facing an invasion of orcs. The threat may not be as immediate, but the barbarian hordes are definitely at some gates, if not yet anywhere near home. Adventures are going on all the time, in the dark corners of the earth as well as everywhere else. We, the over privileged who are lusting for adventure are more like the poor fool huddled in the tutorial phase of the mmporg of the world than benighted adventurers. All the excitement one can imagine is out there, just waiting for us or anyone else stupid enough to fall for the idea.
One could think that this realization meant something positive. The truth is of course that I now no longer have the “if Orcs ate my family” defence. I’m apathetic, pure and simple. I’m not a hero, or even antihero, in the making. I’m simply someone who wishes for a light to moderate adventure. Maybe I could mobilize if cobolds stole my parents dog, and they only hid somewhere in the garden, but when shown the immense world of opportunity that exists, I can but turn a leaf of the paper I’m reading, and keep complaining about the boredom of the casual capitalist..
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| 01:49am 22/06/2009 |
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My feet are hamburger, my shoulders well done and then some and my hair more than enough to kill a few armies of snails.
The last week I've been jumping around the sea, climbing random obstacles, enjoying the air and sea, and pretty much thinking nothing at all.
It's been grand.
I've let almost all ways of contacting me go and given my cellphone a good three hours delay as I let myself get completely into the vacationing mindset. It was glorious.
Sometimes a little short of things to do, sometimes a little light on clothes but always happy to be with the sun and the summer.
My feeet are lacking in sole, my ancle is screaming for mercy but I'm good to go anohter round.
Come friday I'm off to the balmy south again. It will be nice.
Come join me? |
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| 08:53am 15/06/2009 |
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Jeg har ferie! Wohoo! |
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| 11:29pm 07/06/2009 |
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The mirror behind my customary chair at work is something I've become used to. So is my somewhat hilarious "Obama partying with all the communist symbols" desktop image. What I've never really thought about is how visible the mirror makes what is on my screen to any customers in front of me.
Oops... |
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| ...last updated six weeks ago |
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| 02:28am 06/06/2009 |
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This whole "being in love" thing is more than a little habit forming as it turns out. And by habit forming I don't mean that one stays in love out of habit, or that one falls in love again more readily, but rather I use the word habit as one might when talking about a drug habit. What I'm saying is that it is addictive.
Now, don't get me wrong and think that I believe in the power of love any more than I've done since I turned eighteen. I remain convinced that what forms lasting alliances and keeps them in place is a combination of habit and the effort required to break it off, rather than any burning passion, or any magic force. Rather, my recent spate of coupleyness has reminded me that being in love is really, really nice. I always assumed that it was a temporary thing, but I never had any concrete idea of how long it would last, and it was very pleasant.
The only problem is that now that I've had a taste, I really want another hit. I know full well that the withdrawal effects are more than a little unpleasant, and I have no illusions that my next hit will be any more durable than the previous one (which to be fair outlasted anyones expectations by quite a bit if I'm not mistaken), but I still want more.
I guess this is what alcoholics go through when they, five years after having killed their family in a drunk driving accident and swearing off the bottle, decide to have just a little sip of beer and end up falling back into destructive habits, feel like. Not to say that I ever swore off love or any such thing, but with the exception of a few unpleasant crushes, the previous three years or so have been remarkably relationship-free. As time progressed I stopped remembering how good requited love was, and stopped missing it.
Oh well, it's summer, vacation is in only a week or so, and odds are I'll shake the habit with some fun, sun and sea.
I think these night shifts are starting to get to me... |
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| 05:06am 19/04/2009 |
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oh, here I go, drunk posting again..
They say there are a grand total of four forces in the universe; gravity, magnetism and the nuclear forces. Well, I think I just proved one more; embarrassment. After a fun evening with a number of my favourite people, I indulged in one of my top five hobbies, namely drunk cityjumping. Everything waas beautiful until suddenly a branch snapped beneath me, and I was left stunned on my back, some 1.2 miles from home. To put it simply, my foot had stopped working.Now, only a few months ago, my father found himself in similar straits, only less drunk and more remote, His solution to the problem was lying down, complaining and getting me to pretty much varry him to an ambulance.
Me, seeing that I could still stumble, hobbled the distance home, in less than two hours. My party finery stopped me from crawling on my belly, so it was all footwork, all the way. Happily, the ER worker assured me that if I had managed to move beyond a few yards, I had most assuredly not broken anything, but dammit, my foot hurts. And awells. And is starting to picl up some colour, which is more than can be said for the rest of me...
If this continoues into morning, I think I'll make for the prescription strength painkillers. Thank heavens for wisdom teeth, eh? |
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| 02:06pm 16/04/2009 |
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We truly live in an age of wonders. All kinds of cools shit is going down all over the globe, with awesome wars pushing for the development of laser weapons, railguns and powered armour, diminishing resources forcing all kinds of crazy alternatives to oil to the fore and so on.
My favourite "horrible thing" stressing the status quo at the moment is probably piracy in the gulf of Aden. Them crazy Somalis raiding shipping left and right, causing enough panic that people will listen to any proposed solution. And finally, our favourite loon has come forwards with and idea: http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0409/21245.html
Letters of marque. Fucking privateering. Legal piracy! For a long time the legality issue has really been the limiting factor keeping me from going south to have myself a slice of the awesome piracy-cake. This would remove that last block. So, anyone up for some privateering? |
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| 04:31pm 13/04/2009 |
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For my birthday I got a new vacuum. And it was pretty much the first thing on my wishlist. I just cleaned the appartment, and it was glorious. Enough power cord to reach all of the floor and power to wipe the floor clean of the most stubborn of softgun pellets. Combined with the fact that my other presents were a coffee maker, a pepper grinder and a multitool, and I couldn't be happier, I think that I'm starting to count as an adult. Is that not a little annoying?
In other news, the shopping mall in Sandvika now has meatwagons. That is fat carts, little motorized whatnots for the hambeasts. This is horrible, as it enables the buttertrolls. Alternately they are meant for old and disabled people. |
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| Sleep Cycles and Me |
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| 04:13am 02/04/2009 |
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Common wisdom holds that the correct sleep/wakefulness ratio for most people lies around 1:3. According to some a ratio of 1:4 is all that is neccessary, and that 1:6 is the best for optimizing performance over periods of a week or so, but the 1:3 is the one that fits the day/night cycle the best for most of the year. It's difficult for me at this time to separate cause and effect in my own circumstance, but either way it seems to me that I have slipped into a 30 hour cycle rather than the normal 24 hour one, probably due to a lack of connectedness to normal society and schedule. That is I tend towards 20 hours of wakefulness followed by 10 hours of sleep, interspersed with longer bouts of one or the other when this cycle takes me too far out of sync with the essentials of the rest of the world, i.e. store hours. At current I am experiencing the backlash of one of these attempted corrections, as I have been utterly unable to fall asleep tonight, despite exhaustion and such. So I have devised a daring plan; plying myself with my stimulant of choice (tea), I will sit here until Domus Athletica opens, pour my last energy into it's life draining barbells and stagger home to hopefully collapse into sleep around ten in the morning. Seeing as I have two scheduled appointments later in the day, this may prove to be somewhat disastrous, but I like taking the odd chance.
Looking back this is rather pointless and rambling, but ...meh... |
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| 04:26am 30/03/2009 |
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Pick Your Artist:
Would have done Tom Waits, but as it's already one, I'll have to go with pink Floyd
Are you male or female:
Arnold Lane
Describe yourself:
Any Colour You Like
How do you feel about yourself:
Fat Old Sun
Describe where you currently live:
Outside the Wall
If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
Who or what do you believe in?
Money
Your best friend is:
A New Machine
Your favourite colour is:
Green is the Colour
You know:
The Gold, it's in the...
What's the weather like:
The Happiest Days of our Lives
If your life were a TV show, what would it be called?
Burning Bridges
What is life to you:
Shine on you Crazy Diamond
What is the best advice you have to give:
Careful With that Axe, Eugene
If you could change your name, what would it be:
Lucifer Sam
Your favorite food is:
The Final Cut
Your last words will be:
I'll Shoot the Moon
Your worst day was:
Not Now, John
Your Favourite time is:
When You're In
Describe your family members:
What do you Want From Me
How do you feel about politics?
One of these Days
Name something all your exes have in common:
Signs of Life
Your garden is like:
Scarecrow
You drive:
Bike
They will remember you as:
Paranoid Eyes
Your pets are:
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| 02:10am 11/03/2009 |
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Last night I had an unusually lucid dream. I was just loafing about as usual, when I recieved a package containing an old piece of crockery. Within moments of opening it, I got a phone call from someone who claimed that the thingy (it might have been a porcelain bowl) held the secret to saving me from the horrible liver disease that was about to kill me. I was perfectly healthy by the way. But somehow my friends and family decided that it was very important, and when the guy on the phone called me again, he told me that he had to go to Trondheim and find "whorf at the beginning of the path. Todays codeword is amy". So my friends and family persuaded me to go with them to Trondheim, to look for whatever would save my life from the hypothetical disease, against my better judgement. We could of course not find it/him/her or whatever, so thanks to the power of caller id I contacted the mystery taskmaster. He spewed some spiritual bullshit, and everyone seemed to think I was fated to go on a spiritual journey. Apparently, you see, the caller was a representative of a Hecate-cult, who just really really wanted to save my life. So I broke the bowl and swore that if they ever contacted me again, I'd do my best to call down the wrath of any number of indigenous gods upon them, the little shits. Then I went home, furius.
I remember the whole thing with unusual clarity, and see it as a sign. If anyone professes to a belief in hecate or any of her differing persona, I will break that persons nose. So there. |
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