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Saturday, January 18, 2003
No seriously, I'm really trying not to be prejudice (typo?).
I'm just in a strange mood, and someone (who wishes to remain anonymous)
sent me this pro-american sheit. It could've been irony. Then, it could've not been irony.
I've just too low a social IQ to find that sort of points.

"This narrowing of the American mind is exacerbated by the withdrawal of the left from active politics.
Virtually ignored by the media, the left has further marginalized itself by a retreat
into introspective cultural criticism. It seems content to do yoga and gender studies,
leaving the fundamentalist Christian right and the multinationals to do the politics"

British musician Brian Eno on the United States in an article in Time Europe





Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! ! ! ! !
Offended? No..
So how about sending me some pro-american blasphemy/propaganda?
Offended? Yes, but... Pissed off? Yes, and.. Really fucked-up with anger? mm, yeah!

In 2 hours this page will be banned from AOL, lawyers from all over the world will
send me e-mail wanting to represent me in a lawsuit thrown at my on behalf of
the United States of fucked up America. I'll have to pay more money that can be accounted
for on this planet, and that is why you'll see the disclaimer uploaded in a couple of days.

"Paranoid? Yes, I'm paranoid?" - The Streets




Friday, January 17, 2003
The streets - The irony of it all

Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider
There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce 'em round like bunnies
I'm likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I ain't no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
Wwhat you need is some real manhood.
Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, I'll give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday I'm gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight

Eh hello. My names Tim and I'm a criminal,
In the eyes of society I need to be in jail
For the choice of herbs I inhale.
This ain't no wholesale operation
Just a few eighths and some Playstations my's vocation
I pose a threat to the nation
And down the station the police hold no patients
Let's talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein
And Carl Young And old Kung Fu movies I like to see
Pass the hydrator please
Yeah I'm floating on thin air.
Going to Amsterdam in the New Year - top gear there
Cause I taker pride in my hobby
Home made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons.

Like I was saying to him.
I told him: "Top with me and you won't leave."
So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling
Bada Bada Bing for the lad's night.
Mad fight, his face's a sad sight.
Vodka and Snake Bite.
Going on like a right geez, he's a twat,
Shouldn't have looked at me like that.
Anyway I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.
Can't stand crime either them hooligans on heroin.
Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be the downfall of society
I've got all the anger pent up inside of me.

You know I don't see why I should be the criminal
How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal
And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol
I just completed Gran Tourismo on the hardest setting
We pose no threat on my settee
Ooh the pizza's here will someone let him in please
"We didn't order chicken, Not a problem we'll pick it out
I doubt they meant to mess us about
After all we're all adults not louts."
As I was saying, we're friendly peaceful people
We're not the ones out there causing trouble.
We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is.
MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning.
Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it's my bedtime.

Causing trouble, your stinking rabble
Boys saying I'm the lad who's spoiling it
You're on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me I'm a thug
Just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
Cause I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.

Now Terry you're repeating yourself
But that's okay drunk people can't help that.
A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what you're saying.

What. I know exactly what I'm saying
I'm perfectly sane
You stinking student lameo
Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes.

Err, well actually according to research
Government funding for further education pales in insignificance
When compared to how much they spend on repairing
Leery drunk people at the weekend
In casualty wards all over the land.

Why you cheeky little swine come here
I'm gonna batter you. Come here.
(from lyricsspot.com)




Sigg3 o 0 ( Tag me, baby! )

@ school, bored to death by the insane happiness that I'm in a state of.
   As you can see I've added a link to the tagboard upstairs, because I've recently
noticed that ppl ain't using it anymore. During my last two designs/pages,
I found that the tagboard was a sufficient way of communicating; meaning both
friends and foes (and one-night-stand visitors).
So tag me, baby. Use it to post critics, use it for fun, use it to enlarge your penis
(100% guaranteed effect within 6 days, or money back...), use it because it's free,
use it because it's there, but more important; use it because you all love me:)




Thursday, January 16, 2003
Sigg3 o 0 ( MacGyver theme )

It doesn't seem to work, forget it... Ehh..
So instead you can read the Talk like a Gamer.. Cool, yeah. Coffe, no. Cig, yes.




Ahh, updated with a temporary webcam @ this URL!




Sigg3 o 0 ( Cloroform - null )

So I've promised you I'd translate the first chapter of Zapfe's

Last Messiah

En nat i længst forsvundne tider vaaknet mennesket og saa sig selv.
One night in long forgotten times, man awakened and saw himself.
Han saa at han var naken under kosmos, hjemløs i sit eget legeme. Alting opløste sig for
hans prøvende tanke, under over under, rædsel over rædsel sprang ut i hans sind.
He saw that he was naked under the cosmos, homeless in his own body.
Everything desolved by his forced mind, under over under, fear upon fear erupted in his mind.

Da vaaknet ogsaa kvinden og sa at det var tid at gaa ut og slaa noget ihjel.
Then the woman too, awakened, and said it was time to go out and kill something.
Og han grep sin bue, frugten av aandens og haandens formæling, og gik ut under stjernene.
And he took his bow, the fruit of the fusion of spirit and hand; and he went out under the stars.
Men da dyrene kom til sine vandhul, hvor han ventet dem av gammel vane, da kjendte han ikke
lenger tigerspranget i sit blod, men en stor salme om lidelsens broderskap mellem alt som lever.
But when the prey came to it's waterhole where he waited for them of old habit,
he did no longer feel the tiger's ferocity in his blood, but a great psalm about the broderhood
of suffering between everything that lives.

Den dagen kom han ikke hjem med bytte, og da de fandt ham ved neste maaneny,
sat han d?d ved vandhullet.
He did not return that day, and when they found him the next crescent,
he sat dead by the waterhole.

(Copied and translated without permission, but true passion.)

It's great. I mean.. If you've ever read Arthur C. Clarke's 2001, you begin thinking
of MoonWatcher and his tribe, and how they are animals before altered (spoiler!)..
The extract above, chapter I, is the legacy of the first Messiah...
Listening to Beethoven's Clockwork orange theme (dunno the original name), and it fits exactly
into the emptiness revealed by Zapfe's Messiah..




Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Oh, and finnally: someone has actually managed to comment my post!!!
Thanks and thanks again.




Sigg3 o 0 ( Rocky Horror Picture Show - Touch me, touch me, touch me )
"I've tasted blood and I want more"
"I've got an itch to scratch.. I need assistance"

Creatures of the night - unite! (...) to die in pain? To mourn in vain?
Ah, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!
   Went to a translated, irish stand-up this very evening,
having filled my tummy with jummy-jummy snitzels:P (ok, they weren't that good)
To the point; it's the first time I've ever seen a serious stand-up, dealing with matters such as
suicide, self-esteem and so on.. In addition it was humorous and pretty entertaining.
   "Let's do the time warp again!".. I'm certainly not crazy, just very tired.
Captain out, taking a jump to the left...




Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Sigg3 o 0 ( Rocky Horror Picture Show - Sweet Transvestite )
"I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom!"

Yes, yes, yes. Another day wasted?
Not at all! At 8:30 a.m this morning about 60 students from my school,
including I, went to Tromsø which is about 3 hours from here by bus.
The reason? This information seminar about different educations of which we could choose.
It was nothing new, but a ton of new folders to throw away.. BUT!
I expected it to be boring and long-lasting, so I'd brought with some quality literature:
Essays by Peter Wessel Zapfe (Norwegian philosopher, author of: About the tragedy)
Especially I enjoyed the first one; Den sidste Messias (/The last Messiah) where he
brought up his personal point of views concerning life, the lack of meaning, the betrayal we
make upon ourselves as we, as those natural freaks we all are, hide ourselves from the truth.
More or less by our own will..
   I'm going to post an excerpt from the txt here soon, badly interpreted by yours faithfully.




Monday, January 13, 2003
Sigg3 o 0 ( Beastie Boys - Paul Revere )

Long time no c:P
I've been working alot.. Today I also went playing with some
of the other guys. Picture coming:) We're probably going to play
some Pearl Jam and Neil Young at the annual
UKM @ Sjøvegan. Check out very old info about UKM at:
http://devoted.to/grunge
I'll speak to you later. Food.. Fooood.
mm. This is just a test, by the way:
62 visits (15 today, 31 this week, 62 this month, 62 this year)
I'm just checking if the counter is loco, or not. Or eat it. Or not.




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