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.... I wasn't even borned yet, you smuck.

Messing around I came upon an article on Nabokov's Lolita where I'd commented. New comments had been added. One of them, made by TreeFull, said:
«I think perverted works of fiction deserve no place in our society. We profess to be progressive, but instead corrupt ourselves needlessly. Art is art but pervert is a pervert.»

My answer:
«You are seriously mistaking art here, I'd say. Of course that's my opinion, but if we'd follow along on your thread of censorship there'd be no art. I'd like to hear your thoughts, TreeFull: [link to this post]»

Can you believe it? I'm abashed by the threatening ignorance at display.

Me and Kornelius' collaboration site, Brev fra Kristiania, has been updated with the first part of yet another intruiging event in these fabolous characters' lives, after a long time of no updates at all. I hope Kornelius will follow-up as I conclude this event in the 2nd part, coming shortly.

Visit through kristiania.norge.cc or www.kristiania.tk
(Norwegian only)

Reading some older posts, I also realize that alot of threads are left untied. I hope to do justice on the little hints of what to come.. I don't want this project to fade away. Its characters, its sense of dramatical burgeoise written in old Norwegian (not old Norse, but Danish/Norwegian from about 1800s to the point of "maximum modernization" which we've put at the language of 1907) that gives it all a theatric experience makes it a unique internet-project. And great entertainment too:)

Alot of people I've hardly chatted with add me to their list because of my 1337 b2 skills (which I must say are highly overrated). Ok. Late night chatting on MSN messenger, when I came upon the mother of a user named Amanda.

Amanda's mum: Who is this?
Sigg3: My name is Sigbjørn.
Sigg3: I'm a Norwegian, young man.
Sigg3: :)
(a small pause)
Sigg3: And, no worries, not an acquintance of your daughter.
Amanda's mum: Amanda's told me about you
Sigg3: :)

Sigg3 dot net has had 2 and a half day downtime, due to technical issues. I sincerely apologize for any inconvinience this may have produced. As you may notice, the commentsfeature isn't up and going yet, but hold on... work is going on behind the scenes.. :D

Thanks for the great guys @ enavn.dk for putting up with me!

This is the first photo in my "Scariest picture of the day"-series that's been taken by me:) I got in a discussion with a fellow writer and blogger who'd had a run-in with a giant spider. I just sniffed, crossed myself and uploaded my own picture of this monster-moth that paid me and my roommate a visit in our Cuban penthouse.

Check it: Monster Moth Force 1
I have several other pictures of this beast, but I thought I'd upload one where you can clearly see that its eyes were red.. Meaning it was evil. And big. You could hear its wings flapping, for christ's sakes! We had several visits from this kind of species. Anyone know the real name of it?

Sobient or KB, Metz' brother, just gave me a tip-off about his latest review. It being a real-time strategy game, it got my juices flowing and my eyelashes vibrating. No, not really. I've always sucked bigtime in RTS games, but I liked killing innocent villagers and torching churches. Damn, I need to re-commence my computer game career.

Anyway, drop by the article here: Kohan II: Kings of War (Norwegian only:p)

He also suggested a Female of the Year, which I'll have to get back to you on. No, I'm not telling you who she is... Forget it!... I said No!

I had a hard time this morning, waking up realizing that I was in the army. It didn't make me laugh, but it didn't make me cry either. It's like a spritual limbo, a dungeon of ignorance which - if I close my mouth and concentrate till March - will go away. But there are consequences.

Now I'm at my office. It's the biggest one in the building, being the old moved-out library, and sitting in this vast space all alone really makes me feel small. Accompanied by a sulking cup of coffe, a depressed hard-drive and a mourning computer display I am ready to feel unwelcome in this melancholy Friday.

And I don't get the point of car alarms. Ok, I get the actual point, the idea, but people walking by a car who's screaming and blinking for attention don't give a damn. Because it was, always, the owner of the car who activated it in the first place. And thus I'm struck with ignorant annoyance.

It all boils down to the party tonight.
First of all, I've been partying for two days, ready-made hangovers happily infiltrating and detoriating my beautiful mind. Which means that I'd really been looking forward to a day off. Getting my dirty laundry done, perhaps. Watching some television. I don't know. But it's a good friend's birthday, so I really must pay him my respects.

This is where the plot thickens.

'Cause there's another person in this city which also needs to pay our mutual friend a visit, give him a toast, something I respect and approve of, but this person and I really don't get along so well at the moment. The entire situation being my fault and my responsibility, I hate to see him having to choose. So I gave him no problem saying to me that he should just invite the other invitee and leave me alone, 'cause I could do with a night without drinking. But he said no. And I've unwantingly captured him in a predicament destined to be by my past actions, a predicament I myself wouldn't touch with a 30ft pole.

and then there's Tom Waits tells me: «There's a sucker born every minute, you're just lucky to come around at the right time.» But I'm beginning to doubt my timing. I've always been late for everything, why not this as well?

Since Pauly started this great community-blog, which more than once has accompanied me as print-outs during lunch, I've had the possibility of sharing some of my online-written blog-entries, short-stories and general ramblings. I thought I'd give you a list of all the stories he's made public for me. The Zine can always be reached @ www.truckin-zine.tk!

• Facing the facts printed in October 2004 Vol. 3, Issue 10
• Messiah on a Tuesday printed in August 2004 Vol. 3, Issue 8
• Existentialistic Sunday printed in July 2004 Vol. 3, Issue 7
• My first adventure with Little Pauly printed in April 2004 Vol. 3, Issue 4
• History will absolve this (Cuba) printed in February 2004 Vol. 3, Issue 2
• I got mugged... Twice! (Cuba) printed in January 2004 Vol. 3, Issue 1
• My first baseball match (Cuba) printed in December 2003 Vol 2., Issue 12

But the Truckin' Zine run as far back as June 2002, featuring all kinds of writers and people, so there is plenty more! Oh, and hard-copies are still the best.. :)

... standing next to someone looking at you with WIDE OPEN eyes in a small elevator.

... if the roof suddenly fell down. Wouldn't last long, though, the torment.

... casting a glance in a shop window and seeing a doll looking just like you.

... if old teddybears suddenly woke up to life. With rabies.

... dying in the middle of a sente -!

Well, Frank settled down in the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.

He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15 1/4 % and put down payment on a little two bedroom place.

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash, made good bloody marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit.
Frank drove a little sedan. They were so happy.

One night Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths, drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station, he got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home,
doused everything in the house, torched it.
Parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn,
all Halloween orange and chimney red.

Then Frank put on a top forty station got on the Hollywood Freeway, headed north.

Never could stand that dog

Lyric brougt to you by Tom-wats.spb.ru.
Written by Tom Waits on the album Swordfishtrombones.

Speaking about news, my old homestead, ye olde Salangen Kommune has had some strange events lately. www.Salangen-Nyheter (Salangen News) reports that a house was moved this weekend. That's the way to do it, yeah! Sometimes I'm just so glad that I left..

Check out this nifty-ass picture (all copyrighted by SN, thanks)! I know the editor-in-chief and single member of the staff in the local e-paper, and he'll probably kill me for this. But I had to. Kick-ass picture.

So, I just heard on a radio that a hunter had been killed by a bear just across the border of Sweden. I don't know, but I suppose the man wasn't after the bear or anything, and the whole thing is really sad thinking about the poor hunter's family etc. His dog most probably triggered the event.

But,
I understand the bear.

I mean, who wouldn't have gone berserk if some crazy dog had come into your bed, your warm, little, cosy bed, attacking you with snow-white fangs and loudass (really annoying) barking? I really get the bear's predicament. He wanted to get rid of the dog, so he went for its master - its cause. The hunter then did something that probably sealed his doom, because a bear doesn't just go around slaying humans. Not our bears, at least. What the hunter did was that he shot and wounded, but didn't kill, the damn bear. A wounded bear is not a beast, but a demon unleashed. Thus it wrecked the hunter.

It's really sad, as mentioned, but I do understand the bear. If it had been me, I would just have scared off the hunter. But I'd surely have killed that fucking dog.

Last year's Female of the Year winner, Angelina Jolie, just won Esquire's prize for the world's sexiest woman! Congrats!
In addition, the 29 year old is now totally reserving herself from steady relationships. She's more into lovers, she says, not wanting her adopted son to call anyone not staying "daddy". According to rumour-spreadin' Ananova, she's also looking into the possibilites of adopting another kid, this one from Russia.

#49323
<CoRDS> there is a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot.

#51861
<Red_Sky> It must have been a slow newsday. The headline for today's paper is 'Suicide Bomber Killed'.

#191037
<Czarina> I've always had a hard time picturing hamsters in the wild. I get this mental image of a horde of them devouring a cow or something.

#29003
<nosliwc156> So I walk in to the living room, and Patricks watching Hanson on TV...
<nosliwc156> he turns around to me, and says "I would so totally do her"
<nosliwc156> and all I could think to do was turn around, and walk out...

#58683
<@bmann> once it gets warmer im getting a fucking job
<@rambopfc> just get a snowblower, u could get a blow job

#91863
<Looney> fucking alterego, cant end a sentence without a smiley
<WarPiG> HI I HAVE CANCER :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:P

#351713
<sparhawk85> if Electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

#182036
<TeamGato-Mumbo> oh god, my cat is being eaten by racoons
<TeamGato-Mumbo> brb

#371438
* ^haksor^ has joined #pipari
<^haksor^> anyone have a serial for Soldier of Fortune 2???
<tiltti> Y34H-R1GH-TYOU-N3RD-4SS
<^haksor^> thanks
...
<^haksor^> not enough letters in that???
<tiltti> try adding -H0L3 to the end of it
<^haksor^> ok

#334911
<ThAJuGgAlEtTe987> Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. There are at least 2 people in this worldthat youu would die for. You mean the world to someone. Someone that you dont even know exists loves you. When youuu make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look again. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget the rude remarks. So if you are a loving friend, send this to everyone on you list
<ZooTYaDeaDHomiE> Go Fuck Yourself

Go to http://www.enigmaco.de/ and launch the Enigma machine (requires Macromedia Flash). Click "Reset" so you are sure the default setting is active.

The Wheels
All wheels are adjusted leftwards (Click the left arrows)
wheel 1 from left: My birthmonth (0X)
wheel 2 from left: The number of my birtday (0X)
wheel 3 from left: The third digit in my birthyear, counting from the left (XXXX)

The Plugboard
Move T to O
and S to K (by dragging the yellow dots)

Choose one of these messages (or all) and decipher:
KYVM BZ DQYJ FUTONQVN BKEIRU PK KKP
or
JDACQYAC GENMKAX HM OIJGH SER ORE
or
SJDX USE UCWO JM XJBZ QKIXZ

If you do all three, press Reset between each and repeat initial steps. When you're done, post the result in my comments! The winner(s) will earn a lifetime of respect by yours truly.

You could always work your way around it using this mathematical expression of the encryption: E = PRMLUL^-1 M^-1 R^-1 P^-1
Where
P = Denotation of the plugboard transformation
R = Action if Right rotor
M = Action of Middle rotor
L = Action of Left rotor
U = Denotation of the reflector

It's getting chilly again. Us smokers get the first colds around the globe, being forced to stand outside to have a fag.. Oh, well. There are some great things about autumn as well. Like the colours. Red and gold. Too bad I'm living inside a freaggin' city. I don't hang out in parks, too many beggards and homeless people. Should've had my own, private park. That would've been something.

There are good things to the falling temperature as well. Like being able to wear my James Dean leather jacket without sweating my ass off, for instance. I tell you, when you get out of a hip-hop looking outfit and into that black leather, you feel like a new man. You feel like a different man. You feel like James Dean.

And James Dean was pretty cool. So, he might have been bisexual or even homosexual, but he had great feathers and combed his hair just right. Tom Waits said this in Sydney '79: «I remember it rained all day the day that Elvis Presley died. And only a legend can make it do that. I remember that my girl was gonna walk out on me, but Elvis Presley talked her out of it. He gave you a rubber on prom night and thaught you how to comb your hair just right in the back of a filling station.» You got to have your feathers just right, if you wanna be Romeo, James or Elvis.

And you need a real, kick-ass leather jacket. Like I do.

Heh, I accidently stumbled over this website when doing some quick research on the gopher protocol (yup, that's a nerdy thing to do, but I was out of work for half an hour..). This site is really cool! Check it:

Link of the day: «The official homepage of the Squirrel Rights League»

Some from the page: "There are too many pages on the web giving squirrels a bad name." What?? Are they really serious? Let's read on: "I think it's about time we spread the truth around, to tell people that squirrels aren't as evil as they've been portrayed by squirrel haters." Could this be serious? You should definitely check out the SRL page on Creed Discrimination: "Ever since I began my interest in squirrels in 1996, I have felt that I've been discriminated against." And of course the old, classic page Why Hate Rodents? A good read, if nothing else:)

This year's April girl was nominated by kekePower. April is a special month for me, so it was no doubt when Jolene Blalock was nominated, because she's a special girl. She plays T'Pol in the Star Trek Enterprise series. Special, all right. Sexy. Which is probably why she was featured in AskMen.com's Monday-femmes getting an overall rating at 80/100; "There are few things in life that we can be sure of. Death and taxes are certainly two things we can expect -- now we can add another one. Begin a new Star Trek series, add an incredible hottie, and you will get a star on your hands that will be the fantasy of Trekkers everywhere." (Read more)

Most famous quotation: «I think my parents were high when they named me.»

Some great pictures:

• Studio shot from Star Trek (no, it's not her ears)
• Sexy, sexy, sexy
• Sexy front cover of Maxim Online magazine
• Close-up on face:)

What kind of man does she prefer? «I like men who are very cool but also so brilliant that they are almost insane. Sean Penn, Gary Oldman, Tom Waits-men who would be flipping burgers if they hadn't found an outlet for their brilliant mind-sets. I also like men who have hands with big masculine veins that you can squish and move.»

Congratulations! Now, check out the other girls, or suggest your favourite!!

Haven't they learned anything yet?
What did I say about smoking in bed?
The picture was stolen from VG.no, thank you very much! You know we love you. Want to know what else the world thinks about my hood? Check out what BBC wrote: Oslo's trendy Pakistani hotspot: It is called Little Karachi and is fast turning into the Norwegian capital's hottest place to live and hang out.
With that in mind, I think it's time to say good night!