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For me there has been a great deal of partying the last couple of weeks. People have come home from their holidays, students are crowding the streets looking for a good time and people in general want to make the most of the time left before King Winter decides to show up. Hence this weeks pollquestion:

Poll #13: « What's your favourite accessory to parties? »

Happy partying.. As a matter of fact I'm going to a big party tonight! 700 invited! I'll tell you more about it later..

People have been quite idle when participating in this summer's vacation poll, but I can't blame you guys for being @ the beach picking up stray bimbos and sipping drinks with sensual names and umbrellas. I'd done the same, if it hadn't been for me working.

Now the summer has come to an end, however, so let's see what people answered when I asked: How do/did you spend your vacation?
By the sea. I love sun, boats and bikinis: 3%
In the mountains or woods. I love nature's tranquility: 3%
In the city. Cinemas are empty during summer: 0%
Back with the folks, meeting relatives and that: 9%
At work. Holidays are for other people, apparently: 83%
Number of votes: 31

I like the sound of the words: Enormous breasts.

Try to repeat them in your head all the time, as I've been doing all day, and you'll see how relaxing a mantra they provide for. Enormous breasts, enormous breasts, enormous breasts.. Inner peace and tranquility acchieved by two words: Enormous breasts.

Whisper it under your breath, try saying it out loud! Sing it!
Enaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwmous breasts!

I wish it was Friday.

I'm a daily surfer of the marvellous world wide web. This includes many pages that I stop by regularly to check out updates and so on, the so-called favourites. One of these is the b2 messageboard where I am one of the most active users. This board has got to do with troubleshooting and developing b2, this great, free bloggingtool that I'm using myself.

Over the years, people have been pretty anxious to solve their own problems without actually reading any information about the product they're about to install, including the readme file itself, which has accumulated in a great number of repeated posts concerning the same set of problems.

To deal with this, with the authority vested in me being ranked as a top ten poster at the board, I decided to take matters into my own hand and create a starting-point for everyone who just uploaded b2 and are experiencing some kind of problem with it. In addition, I also provide a mirror of popular b2 hacks, because alot of the original download locations have disappeared or been moved.

If you want to check it out, stop by: www.sigg3.net/cafelog
- where I even have a couple of b2 distributions for download. 99% of all the material has been used with permission, as it is my goal to prevent repeated (newbie) questions at the message board and not steal any credit from actual developers or filehosts.

I seriously dislike domain-names with broken in it. Broken-angel, broken-muse, broken-dark-angel-that-really-is-goth, broken-eyeglasses etc. Although broken-jaw is pretty cool. Yeah.

Apart from that I hate the way I choose taking the elevator up one floor instead of walking the stairs, while downwards it doesn't matter. I also dislike the fact that Kafka is considered intellectual. He is completely boring. Boring, boring, boring that Kafka. (More about it)

I saw a man wearing a Søren Kierkegaard-quotation on the back of his t-shirt the other day. That made me frustrated. Don't use it if you don't mean it. I'm utterly not content in general with philosophy and psychology students. They make me laugh nervously, because they really do think that what they do matters.

I'm glad there's only one minute left till I'm out of here, but then I've got to clean the appartment and air out the smoke from the weekend. It's not that I hate doing this, I just don't like it. And there you go: my post of serious disliking anything that I could think of at the moment.

(A bicycling woman was ran over by a car today on my way to work. I liked the way the ambulance got there in time, and the victim's sense of common courtesy by staying alive and conscious. Mondays are not all that bad in general.)

During my cleaning of my basement, I stumbled across a couple of old paintings that'd just been lying around, no frames or nothing. Let me now if you're interested, 'cause I really don't have any room for them..

Estimated value: 3-600 million NOKs.

For the first time in my life I attended at a vorspiel made almost entirely out of girls, and I must say it was a somewhat different learning experience.

I come from the North of Norway (au-ha!).
I come from the country side of Northern Norway.
I come from a small village where vorspiel, really good as such, were almost entirely made out of men, drinking beer or booze and listening to good rock while making as little sense as possible.
I like it this way.

Now.
The whole ordeal begun with not knowing where to drink, but after a lot of back and forth we ended up going to a friend of a friend's place (both feminine as such). After I'd secured a place for the beer in the refrigerator, carefully avoiding to comment the choice of music, I went out to the balcony to have a cigarette. The balcony is a great ice-breaker. If there is a great view, you can talk about that, if there is some insane, naked neighbour running around in the appartement on the other side of the street, you can discuss it. It worked ok this time too:)

Then the hostess found it necessary to shave her legs.
Ok. I like women with shaved legs, that's a fact. But I also see this falling into the category of personal hygiene, which belongs in the bedroom or usually the bathroom. Not the livingroom. Not in the center of attention of a vorspiel. I was abashed, nervous, drank fast and chain-smoked while trying to enjoy the desperate cries of the dead-rock-wannabe Nirvana-follow-up Foo Fighters. (They stink.)

After a while, though, she came to realize that more than just me were bothered with her preperation of a night out. I was glad to see that people in general was more sensible than I'd guessed.

I finished my three beers, trying not to act too bothersome, while being bothered by the fact that I was never allowed to finish a sentence. The girls were talking by presenting the point first, then digging deeper into the story. I'm all into the opposite way of going about it. And the point was mostly educational, romantic, or perverted. I don't really know, 'cause I wasn't listening most of the time.. hiding my SMS communication with the rest of the world poorly from the group. But then, I didn't know most of these people.

Beers finished. People ready to get out and party. Finally!
.. I thought, at least.
'Till I discovered that the desired destination was a gaybar. Yup. Why?!!! Because the girls were all into going out without being picked up. Great. I've no problem with that, I can understand it but haven't you forgotten someone in this equation?! The girls ensured to make a human wall around me if I was subjected to the homosexual wolves.
Being raised a good boy with great standards, I thought it too inpolite to just leave 'em now (which, in retrospect, I should've done). So I went along with it, got a little blue stamp on my hand and ran for the bar to get beer.

Now, I'm pretty small. Lean. Not very strong.
I was like a piglet in a binge of dogs.
A piglet drinking fast to calm its nerves.

Then I had to use the bathroom.
Without thinking, I went to the bartender wearing a tight top asking directions for the WCs. He smiled. With underscore, like this: He smiled. A flash of a second went by till I understood the meaning of this smile, being where I was. ".. just to take a piss" I added to the questionnaire.
Doing my thing, exiting the booth a korean guy was washing his hands. There was this big mirror making me a subject of his examination. I was very near freaking out at that point, imagining his thoughts to include little ol' me. I washed my hands thorough, as ususal, but pretty fast. I could feel his eyes checking me out. Luckily nothing more than that happened. I think he was about to get friendly when the door opened, another guy came in, and I saw my oppurtunity to run. And boy did I run..

That was it, more or less. My night out with a bunch of gals at a feminine dominant vorspiel and later as prey in one of Oslo's better gaybars. All in all it was boring. Yep. Not that a night out for me has to be go-go-go! all the time, on the contruary, but I just didn't fit in anywhere in the scheme of the gods that night. The outgoing outcast.

There's always gotto be a first time for everything, I reckon.
Luckily a last time, as well.

I just read that the Nick Cave concert in Oslo, September the 26th has been sold out. What a shame.... NOT! 'Cause I've got tickets! Three of them, as a matter of fact. Ok, they're not all mine, but still..

Anywho, it's a Cave solo show, but according to the backside of Aftenposten's iDag he'll be accompanied by the great musicians from The Bad Seeds as well. I mean, I'm sooo looking forward to this; to feast upon great, moody music.

It's been silent for a wee while around Kaada and Cloroform, but today they sent me a great, new musicvideo called "All-Rightr" (the 'r is supposed to be there!). You can head over to The Kaada website to see it for free (requires Quicktime).

In addition, a new Kaada album will be out this year, namely Kaada/Patton's ROMANCES. I wonder which Patton is involved, but if my hopes are correct, this album will be historical. Stay tuned for more!

I've been looking through my posts, and except for beer and hangovers, I've come to the realization that most people don't know twat about what I do. I've always thought it uninteresting, but that doesn't necessarily have to apply to you (if it does, skip this post:).

I'm currently serving the Kingdom of Norway. I'm doing a 13 month pacifistic military service at the FAFO Institute: Applied International Science (www.fafo.no). I'm supposed to be part of peace related research, which I am, but I'm also doing heaps of other things. The researchers I work with are great people, but some of them have found out about my understated technical knowledge in IT, and apparently they've found it relaxing to know that I'm around. Which is why I'm going to purchase this t-shirt, as soon as I get some cash.

How do I like it? It's cool. Most of the days I just hang around, fixing network issues and surf the internet for free. Since I'm "in the army" I don't get paid. I get approximately 200 NOK every day (in my last job at a grocery store, I had 110NOK an hour) but I also get a 18m² bedsit downtown with broadband no extra charge.

Oslo is a diverse city, but as any other city with a noteworthy size it's rougly parted in two: 1) the posh west-side and b) the urban east-side. I, naturally, live on the eastside in a neighbourhood called Grønnland, with mixed nationalities and according to the west-side alot of trouble. It's probably the quietest part of town, the only violence I've seen in Oslo has been downtown or at the west-side. I don't know how many times I've walked or stumbled along, pretty drunk, at 4 a.m in the morning. No one bothers you if you don't bother them.

Now, this Friday, I'm fixing up a Dell Inspiron 81K, setting up a network park on the 4th floor and drinking free coffe. It's mostly what you do out of it. If people don't assign you to anything; read a book. I always carry two.

If I'd had the strength to do it, I would grab a shovel, go outside the building to the garden and dig a nice little hole in which I could lie. Hangovers are teh sux.

Listening to Nighthawks at the diner by Tom Waits.
Was out last night. All night. Didn't see my doorstep before 3 a.m.

Checking out some helpers on hangovers:
After a debauch, take a little wine the next day. Take a cool draught of ale in the morning, after a night’s excess. The advice was given literally in ancient times, "If a dog bites you, put a hair of the dog into the wound," on the homœopathic principle of "Similia similibus curantur" (like cures like).
Means I should get drunk? But what about tomorrow? I must drink then, as well, apparently. Medical purposes.

I feel like shit. My stomach thinks that I'm a fool, but my brain don't recognize the patterns of regular thought anymore, but that's not the worst part. The worst part is that I remember that this nice, Swedish brunette was dragging me home, she needed protection from rapists and perverts, and I protected her with my umbrella, and we had a good time on the way home there, but then I was thirsty for a nightcap and left her. I never thought that she was taking me along with her for a reason, because I didn't reason. Too much beer. I'm damn broke today. Great. Never got a name or a number. Fantastic. I'm just overly thrilled with positive enthusiasm.

"Apples eaten on an empty stomach the day after drinking is an effective remedy." Sounds good. Maybe I'll try it. Read health911.com's Hangover Remedies. This is what kids should learn in school. What regular day in a regular year in a regular life do you use algebra or have an acute need for it, the same way you have a need for a hangover remedy? One of those days. You just know you should've stayed home. The body agrees.

Shit! Some dude went wacky with a knife on the tram just next to where my mother and brother lives! In the back of the 17 tram! I take this practically every day, and hadn't it been for Kornelius coming back to town and wanted a cup of coffe, I could've been on that ride!

One killed, five others wounded - two of the serious - after a man going berserk on the Oslotram. Read more @ Aftenposten (in English)

Life is strange..

That's not the real title, the real title was far too long to put in the title-field. The real title goes like this: «The Problem of applying the psychoanalysis to the interpretation of the creator behind a meaningful material». More or less:)

Why did I write this? I was pissed off after reading an article where alleged psychoanalysts had "confirmed" and "concluded with the fact" that August Strindberg was latent homosexual or in denial of it. In addition I find it interesting that alot of psychoanalysts reach the same conclusion when dealing with other authors. A worrying good piece of the percentage cake.

Why is it worrying? Because I have a really hard time believing that most authors (or artists in general) are brilliant, creative or original because they're latent homosexuals. I mean, statistically, there probably is some journalist out there dressing up like Wendy on Tuesdays, but in general I can't believe it. Which means that there must be something wrong with the method or how it is used to reach this conclusions on such a general basis.

Read the entire "article" over @ meta.wikimedia.org

I objected to the mentioned article on Strindberg before, and I'm glad to say that they changed it. Anywho, late digging into the psychology of Norwegian poet and singer Alf Prøysen has also reached the same conclusion. About time someone raised a complaint.