| So I bid mine goodbye and never knew |
[12 Jun 2009|09:40am] |
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Well, I'm back.
Perhaps I should start at the beginning. Thursday last weekI hopped on a bus and went to Oslo, for a couple of reasons. A fairly large part of our extended family were going to hold a surprise birthdayparty for my grandmother, who turned 80, and so showing up and meeting all the people I see way too seldom was a fairly big incentive. Then there's the fact that I would be staying with my sister for a couple of days afterwards, and the clincher was that my mom would actually cover the travel expenses, meaning that I could affort it all.
So off I went, and boy what a trip! It has been, without a doubt, one of the most demanding and exhaustive journeys I've ever been a part of. And I've been on a "let's drive from Trondheim to Paris and back again, taking the scenic route, with 5 people in the car, three of which are teenagers" vacation, so the gravity of that statement should perhaps impress upon people that I don't make such claims lightly.
There was stress. There was scrubbing, mopping, shopping, train travel, luggage lifting, furniture-moving and rearranging, babysitting, pollen allergies, medication mixups, relatives both old and new, and various types of medical angst.
Long story short, I returned yesterday morning, and after a few errands I collapsed on the couch. And slept. For 18 hours. Needless to say, I was rather confused when mom wakes me to say she's heading off to work. When you lay down for some rest at two in the day you don't expect to wake up at seven in the morning. But I guess that's what happens when the body has had enough and simply shuts down for a day or so.
In any case, I'm back. It's been a fun trip. I got to spend time with my newest cousins, I got to stay with my sister a while (who is still incredibly awesome), and I entered this year's period of pollen-pain, so now I don't have to wait for it to kick in any more. I could do a long summary of all the stuff I did and saw, but I'm still kinda woozy in the head, so I'll have to settle for the brief summary I've got thus far.
In any case, I'm back. And despite all the coolness which is my family, the deliciousness which is weather in southern Norway, the desire which is Outlands in Oslo and the niftyness which is vacations away from the home town, I can still say with all my heart that damn is it good to be home!
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| They're alltogether kooky |
[10 Apr 2009|06:06pm] |
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I have impeccable timing sometimes.
It's easter. As the vacation time is starting the family gather, a rare occurrence at the best of times. We have plans to go skiing, take in some art displays, play games and in general do family-stuff. The first thing I do? Get sick. Totally sniffling, soggy flu-ridden sick. Which more or less makes sure I'm not really up to much in the way of activities, apart from movies and an evening of the traditional Trivial Pursuit. Fairly typical, come to think of it. In other news I've gotten hooked on the Dr.Who/Torchwood bug, going through season after season of episodes. While it's entertaining and funny, it does have certain....side effects. Namely, now every time I read any sort of dialogue, my mind translates it in a Welsh dialect. No matter what I'm actually reading. From Courtney Crumrin to Girl Genius, all of it is rendered in heavy Welsh tones. Which is rather absurd to experience.
So now I'm settling down to movie night with the pals, and then we'll see what the future brings. Hopefully less sniffling.
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| Vänta nu ett tag, nu kommer allt tillbaks |
[06 Nov 2008|03:47am] |
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You know it's been a hectic day when you've had to take the bus seven times in twelve hours, and when ten minutes of sleep on the couch feels like two hours, and dinner consisted of two dougnuts and some chips. Luckily, tomorrow will be "stay at home and write like crazy" day, which while taxing at least takes its toll in a different way.
Anyway, I got over my issues with needles and hauled my ass over to the hospital to get my blood sample taken. Of course, I'm just about a month late, but at least it's done now. Woulda done it sooner, but for some reason my local doc doesn't "have the equipment".....to perform a blood test....which they did on me just two months earlier. Oh well. I guess needles are in short supply or summat.
And once more, I found myself writing some description or other, and realized "hey, if I just hit the enter key at these spots, the entire paragraph turnes into a poem. Which not only has the correct rythm, but rhymes as well". It's like my brain composes stuff without me knowing about it, simply because it sounds better like that, and it takes me a while to see what's been happening. Accidental poetry is always kinda eerie when it happens. Who knows what else the brain is doin while you're not paying attention?
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[24 Oct 2008|04:30am] |
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It's been one of those days.
Waking up at the wrong time, running off after a bus that's already left, mixing up the time of two different lecures so you miss both, mistaking the date for a doctor's appointment, forgetting the time for a gaming session so you show up too early, and in the end getting confused about the bus home so you end up missing the last chance to get home that way.
So it's no surprise when I get home very, very late and tired, and realize that the reason I've had a headache that day is because I forgot to take my medicine that morning. 'Oh well', I naïvely think, 'I can just take it now, so at least my body doesn't get more screwbally by missing a day's dosage'. Befitting thought to deed I do so, and head off to bed. And it takes me an hour to remember why I'm supposed to take it in the morning: In addition to it's supposed effect the darned thing is a stimulant which will keep you awake for hours. And hours.
Which is why I'm sitting here at four thirty in the morning, surfing the web an posting on LJ rather than being unconscious in bed.
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( What's going on at the moment )
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| It's a fine, fine line |
[16 Aug 2008|03:07am] |
In other news, I'll be participating in another lottery on wednesday, to see what sort of treatement (if any. Placebo is an option) I'll be getting from our health care. I've got a 50% chance of getting actual, y'know, therapy, and though those are good odds I don't like the fact that random chance is involved to begin with.
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| It's a brand new day, and the Sun is high, all the birds are singing.... |
[25 Jul 2008|04:37am] |
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I don't like change. My first instinct is to distrust it, and it usually takes me a long time to accept or like it. I don't like throwing things away. It's a basic dislike I can't use reason on. I just don't like it. I hold on to stuff, I keep it, I collect and put away for later. It's silly, but it's the truth.
The result, of course, is clutter. My place is a mess. And as the years have gone by, I've had less and less room to move, to act, to breathe. And I've had less and less access to the things I need and want amidst all the junk.
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| And quite a variety |
[02 May 2008|05:35pm] |
It's strange. Ever since winter threw its hands in the air and went "Bah, can't be bothered any more. I'm off" I've had constant flashes of....well, not exactly memories, but close. Feelings reminding me of times past. A breeze bringing scents reminding me of Denmark. The air feeling like it did during our holidays in the south. Every day has brought experiences which awaken flashes of things, feelings and images. It's like a wind out of the past.
Then, today, I ran into people I know. Nothing unusual there, but wait! There's more. People I used to know, and spent years and years with once upon a dream, but whom I'd drifted away from and not met or talked to for years and years. Then suddenly, I run into them on the bus, or on the street, all in the span of a two hours or so. Unrelated, yet rather conspicuous in its absurdness.
Is it the weather, bringing old aquaintances back like migratring birds across the years, or is some sort of large-scale change going on that I've not yet become aware of?
Or perhaps I should just get out more. Who knows, stranger things have happened.
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| If you go, then I'll be blue |
[14 Apr 2008|05:14am] |
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Serendipity (Noun)
1. An unsought, unintended, or unexpected discovery, made by accident.
Today's example: Having a sudden urge to see a movie you've loved for years, and yet not having the DVD in the house you get a friend to download it, only to realize that the download has over ten minutes of extra scenes you've never seen in the movie before. Good scenes, at that, and ones you never knew existed in the first place, and which make things clearer that weren't quite so to begin with.
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| I'll grow back like a starfish |
[12 Apr 2008|05:52pm] |
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Sometimes, keeping up with politics can really make you lose faith in the human race.
It's come to my attention that a new set of laws are in the process of being passed in the US, and that similar legislation is being considered on this side of the Atlantic as well. The issue is, as with all such things, fairly complicated, but for us citizens it boils down to this:
If the law is passed, unless you pay a private firm to register a piece of art, anyone can use it for any purpose.
This might seem kinda....small. Then you realize that every. Single. Piece. Of. Art. has to be paid for, otherwise you're not tecnically owning it. In essence, you will never have ownership of anything your create unless you pay for the privilege. Anything you draw, anything you sculpt, all of it is up for grabs unless you pay a hefty sum to a private firm to Register it.
In other words, anything you've ever made can now be stolen legally. You have no say in the matter. Unless you can afford to do so, of course. It all boils down to: Only rich people can be artists, because poor people can't afford to make art. If you can't pay, you can't live off your art, because anyone can steal it for free.
Let's just hope the laws aren't actually passed. Because if they are, they govern american-based internet sites too, like DeviantArt. Which means that it affects a whole lot of people and their works. And here I thought that the political idiocy of another country wouldn't affect me. How wrong I was.
Here we have an article about the issue from a slightly more informed fellow:
http://mag.awn.com/index.php?ltype=Columns&article_no=3605
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| While we spoke of many things, fools and kings |
[04 Apr 2008|01:01am] |
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Irony of the week: After waiting two months for the appointment to have my concentration and memory tested, I manage to forget the exact date, and so have to wait another month.
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| She can be my princess or she can be my whore |
[26 Mar 2008|02:38am] |
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For much of the Easter holidays, I was deprived of internet. At first, it was because my beloved sister had brought her laptop, which is quite the pirate. As long as it's active, I can't get a connection on the wireless. Not that this was much of a problem, seeing as a holiday usually has a lot of other stuff going on than non-stop websurfing.
But then, the problem occurred even when her laptop wasn't on, or not even in the house. And I thought it would go over once the local net wasn't so strained. I was wrong. And boy, do you notice it when you're totally bereft of internet, and there's vital information you need (Classes started when? The easter bus routes are what now?).
So a very aggravating process of figuring out what was wrong began, with several people getting annoyed and vexed as they went through the machine settings, restarted the router, fiddled with the firewall, etc, etc. But no matter what we did, not a single network was detected, unless I plugged in directly, making the other people in the house annoyed.
Then my friend Paul comes by, and since he's more skilled at this sort of stuff, I ask him if he can take a look at it. Lo and behold, five finutes later, he's fixed it. And how did he manage this amazing feat of computer wizardry? What was ailing my poor laptop, you might wonder.
Turns out the wireless function has an on/off switch on the side of the machine, and it'd gotten toggled into the "off" position by accident.
D'oh indeed. At least now we know. And knowing is half the battle.
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| It's been a while since I could say |
[21 Feb 2008|04:33am] |
Random facts:
1. invisible ink is perhaps the coolest thing since toasted bread. After a week of tardiness, I finally managed to get a hold of an UV-lamp, and now my normally-clear-as-water ink glows with an eerie ghostly sheen. And the effect in writing is frickin' rad. Too bad the camera has problems picking it up though, or I'd add some piccies.
2. Having an asthma attack and overeating is not a good combination after a hard day of exertions. Seldom has my body been so confused about which "danger!" signal should be most important. Kinda strange.
3. After waaaaay too long time I've finally managed to kick myself into seeking help with my people-problems (namely that they're scary), and had my first meeting with people today. Seems promising, if only because now they'll ask me to come back, and I'll feel guilty if I don't show up, as opposed to the whole "too scared to seek help" phase I've been having the past......years. So I guess we'll see how things work out then.
4. Now that I've begun to get stuff scanned and added to DA, I've begun to draw lots of stuff once more, and as a result my style is improving by leaps and bounds. 'course, hands and heads are still wonky in their sizes, but still, progress. Now I only need a pen which doesn't make ugly blots on the noses all the time.
5. I'm frighteningly good at planning heists and assassinations. Who knew?
6. The Cows of the Universe have become far too widespread a phenomenon. I think they might be up to something.
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