Monday 28 April 2008

"They say it is the modern disease; chronical dissatisfaction"

Dreams

When I first made this blog it was under the illusion that I'd be using it differently than my other blog. When it comes down to it, I really haven't... I guess I just needed change. Because of being generally attention deficit, yeah...

I dream of travelling a lot... Like a lot of people do. I want to go on InterRail, and while it's a nice idea in theory, it requires that I have someone to travel with - or well, it does not, but I imagine I'm not too good at handling solitary travelling. Though if I don't find anyone to travel with, I guess I'll find out eventually - whether with someone or not, I'll simply have to travel somewhere this Summer or I'll go positively nuts.

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Well it's swallowing me again
I said it would, then
I thought I'd say now
Though you made your protests
And claimed otherwise
But I let myself chastise
Courtesy of my own ignorance
I would like to thank you
Because once I am through
It will have been the trip of my life
Even if I will be dead by then
At least I will have chosen when
And you can have my things
My money and my prejudices
As I think it would please
For you haven't enough of these

Sunday 27 April 2008

Unnatural ideas

Spring must be doing something unnatural to my mind because I had the sudden urge to actually tidy up my room and be productive. Considering my general attitude to these things it is quite an impressive change.
So I suppose I am at least enjoying the concept of Spring. The clouds may have moved in the way now, but it's nevertheless warm outside. It takes a hard case of hayfever, or just a general sense of hate for all life and growth, to prevent anyone from liking this weather.

Meanwhile governments around the worlde are slowly achanging - Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe is finally getting knocked off his throne, and George W. Bush is ever so slowly preparing to move out of the Oval Office even if he has gotten very comfortable in his seat there.
And Silvio Berlusconi is back in the fast lane in Italy.
I could contemplate the effects and consequences of these things, for now I'll be content to not give a damn.

Saturday 26 April 2008

Bipolarity

On one hand Spring is a great thing. Lots of great weather, a feel-good scent in the air and being able to go outside without 20 pounds of isolating winter wear. But on the other hand... Well, feels like my social life is slightly on stand-by. I can understand if it feels weird for my fellow students that I among others am going to switch to something else after Summer, but... Whatever social life takes place in relation to the university, I'm not really a part of. People have prior engagements, which is alright. But it can be bit of a motivation killer when it basically turns into a bad circle.

What I'm really looking forward to is the Roskilde Festival and the time when I'll hopefully go on InterRail. Got lots of places I wanna see, so it's a question of coordination.

Either way, it's almost impossible to be in a decidedly bad mood these days. Every moment spent outside is simply a real treat, and the bright days keep Winter depression at bay a bit.
There's still my physical condition with tension and pain, but I guess I can live with that for a while more since I am so used to it.

In this weekend I plan to squeeze in Snakes on a Plane which I bought on impulse the other day. May not have garnered the best reviews, but in my opinion it's always worth it to see Samuel L. Jackson using a gun. Right now I will spend a few moments to sit back, relax and wait for a friend of mine to come over.

Friday 25 April 2008

I'll tell your mom!

So I finished Assassin's Creed. It was a textbook Hollywood type predictable ending. It was a nice bit of fireworks but anyone who didn't see it coming has lived on a rock for the last 10 years.
And probably shares Jack Thompson's general IQ.

Even people who aren't very interested in video-games should find this amusing at least on basis of its general principle. To cut to the chase, Jack Thompson is a lawyer whose major goal is to ban all major violence in video games. Now you can say what you want about younger people being exposed to blood and gore, but at least use sensible arguments, and please for God's sake don't write to a video game producer's MOM about it!

But Jack Thompson, in his hilarious glory, decided that now was the time to pull out the big guns.
The result was an elaborate letter written by someone with the apparent mindset of the average kindergarden populace. I'd like to know what kind of drugs Mr. Thompson was taking, but on second thought it is probably best not to wonder too much.

Wednesday 23 April 2008

Inconsistent Bollocks

Two words that, when paired, can easily sum up quite a lot of things. Hopefully Lost will sort itself out as time passes. I have only watched first season and those script writers know how to wield suspense, but the series' hasn't really proven itself to me until I get solid proof that they actually do have answers for the many questions that arise.

More or less the same way I feel about Assassin's Creed, which is subject to the drop-dead gorgeous-[insert key visual element]-in-lieu-of-solid-[insert key substance element]-complex.
Though in this instance the absolutely fantabulous historical depictions of Acre, Jerusalem and Damascus keep me more than sufficiently captivated. Hopefully they'll get more out of the engine in a potential sequel - for which they likely have more than enough funds, seeing as everybody and their mom purchased Assassin's Creed.

Meanwhile it seems that Spring is finally getting the point. We don't often see that sort of prolonged ideal Spring-type weather over here, so it has caught me rather off my guard. And there is no good excuse to go out and enjoy it, but nevertheless I seem perfectly capable of coming up with a lot of bad ones that I then let suffice. I had to brave the ultraviolet shower once today when I went to a hair dresser.. for the first time in 15 months. It was a strange experience.

Now would be the perfect time to sit outside in my garden with a good book. But of course I still haven't retrieved the book I'm reading, which I forgot at some place a couple of weeks ago.
Hooray

Sunday 20 April 2008

I am doomed

So I made the mistake of jumping on the Lost bandwagon and do not have time to write anything more because LOST STOLE MY TIME.

I sure hope you are happy J.J. Abrams, you cunning bastard!

Friday 18 April 2008

Happiness

Let's get right down to it and dispense with pretense. Now matter how normal a person seems we all have our quirks and flaws; what I don't get about the modern culture is the search for perfection. Keep searching you fucking retards, you'll never find it. Of course, there's a whole other aspect to our culture which I find much more fascinating - the search for imperfection, because, as claimed by many people throughout the ages, it's the imperfections that make us unique.
Yet there's some comfort in the pursuit of the unreachable, at least to some people. It's just bloody frustrating though, when you want to get in touch with someone and they're on some bloody opium-like dream-substance chasing some obese dragon that they know will keep eluding them.
It is the kind of randomised behaviour that does nothing except restore a sense of cynicism about humanity in general. All we do is underestimate the emotions of the people we're dealing with everyday, lying to them and hurting them more than we can imagine... a few wrong words can make all the difference between ruining or saving a day, but busy lives keep us occupied and uncaring. Ignorance may be bliss if you're an utter retard, but the majority aren't, so how about a bit of a straightforward attitude and some honesty

Wednesday 9 April 2008

Yes! No.

Stop for a little while to take a breath. Add in a memo to yourself that right now time can go fuck itself. It is absolutely irrelevant and immaterial. It can go mind its own business, and so can every single chore, duty or other damn thing. Just for a little while... Just long enough to enjoy it. There should be moments like that every day. It's another slightly annoying cliché, but to me it does not cease to be relevant. Besides, so many thoughts have been conceived and so many ideas have been fostered that clichés are almost unavoidable, and some of them can justify their existence.

Okay, that's enough pseudo-philosophical bullshit for now. Let's discuss other things, like keeping our obsessive-compulsive disorders fresh and active and our prejudices fired up and ready, our minds as stressful as possible and using sandpaper to wipe our arses. And only buy food that has almost reached the point where it starts rotting. Let's keep our electronical items turned on at all times and leave the car on to contribute to global warming. Let's assume that every person has the sole intent of fucking us over and exploiting us, and let's proceed to do it to them before they do it to us. Let's get annoyed at people for no reason or emotionally involved with them after which we opt to cut all contact and send SMS's containing a multitude of ill-disguised insults and/or completely false compliments. Let's wear ourselves out utterly before we go to bed and then ignore all important appointments and promises the next day.
And feel great about it.

Sunday 6 April 2008

Bile

It has been a little while since I took the time to properly use my mental bile duct. Or, a bit more than a week, but that's more than enough...

A horrible revelation dawned on me a week ago when I purchased a game called Prey which was on weekend sale. I generally avoid bad books and bad games, but once in a while I take a stab at something utterly random, now I experience the consequences. What I realised is that a poor game is somewhat like a poor Hollywood movie. You have the most obscene plot you can imagine, yet you get this ominous feeling that the people who made it sincerely cared for the story and that they expected to be taken seriously. Even in Hollywood, making a movie that takes place in the modern world where the main character is an American indian who lives at a bar with his grandfather and girlfriend, and in which, after a small introduction, everyone is abducted by aliens, would be to expect a bit much of your audience in terms of how farfetched it can be before they start wondering exactly what kind of drugs the screenwriters were on. But like most B-movies it can provide a source of hilarity despite its faults due to adequate action scenes and oneliners so cliché that you can't help but laugh.
It's an ambivalent feeling because it makes me wonder if I haven't been trying out enough B-rated games. One of the problems with B-rated games, though, is that they take more time than a B-movie.

Speaking of movies, I checked the internet for movies to watch in the cinema and found diddly squat. I suppose Spring isn't the most usual season in which to release the big blockbusters - it's more convenient to wait until Summer when everyone has time.
After what seemed an endless wave of fantastic movies at the end of 2007 and beginning of 2008 it's all come to a standstill. So meanwhile I look at older movies that had slipped under my nose. Which, with the ridiculously low DVD prices these days, it would be madness not to check some of them out.

Of course, there are a few misses between, but when it comes to trying new things, they help teaching what to avoid.