In my mind, I pretend I can’t feel anymore.

Posted on 19/05/2010 by Mathias

Some four years ago, my cellphone rang.
That my phone rang, is a rare and peculiar event on its own right, because of this, I hesitated not to answer it. A classmate of mine was calling on the behalf of my teacher, wondering why I wasn’t in my German language course, and I replied “I’m *in* Germany.”

It was four years ago, so it’s not verbatim, but the essence is there.
Oh, yeah, I took a long weekend four years ago, to go to Hannover in Niedersachsen (yes, that’s in Germany ).

;PPPpppPP

Normality has been restored!

For 10 hours steady, the weights have been lifted. 38 hours remain for the regular order, and proper use of time is a cardinal concern.

Whereas it is my usual place to lay down a collection of offensive remarks in communication, it is now my aim to regale you of recently lived chance.

Since mid-April, a strain has been building up. Through undesirable circumstances, stress and confusion have once again found access to my little corner of life. Unfortunately, humanity still maintained, the root cause of this grievance has been quite welcome.

Through some incomprehensible reasoning (1), two separate persons have found themselves talking to and with me. These brilliant, amazing and positively surprising people, are volunteering to subject themselves to the experience that is me.
They’re these two amazing people, who wield these wonderful words. The height of the regard held for these two are mind-boggling.

It is in this time of continuous strain that I have found a moments respite. In my previous words, “Normality has been restored”, and in this all, it seems I a tie has been severed. I intend that all of the involved are of the opinion that this is for the best, but I digress.

I’m positively charmed, and it is a bitter experience to feel this torn. I’d like to say I know what’s going on, but words aren’t really suited. Interesting times, I’d wager.

I don’t think I’m done with this, but the words that need writing are many and vague. The condition is confusingly Lavender, and I admit to a preoccupation with exam preparations and whatever it is I hope to achieve with my absurd HoN tirade.

Don’t think that this is it.

(1): The contemplation which upon I henceforth and forthwith will place a moratorium, for the musings thus far have only sought to exceed the realm of understanding to which they have been granted mastery.

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The Guacamole Act of 2008

Posted on 08/04/2010 by Mathias

Because I’m so darn’ tootin’ lazy, and because I’m now a tortured artisté ( ! ), I bring unto you the apex of my potential! The quintessential product of my writing endeavours: The Guacamole Act of 2008.

Written in a weird-ish haze, on a boring day ( both at and after school ) as an application for a world of warcraft guild, in a unique section dedicated to those who apply not for raiding purposes, but because they have friends in the guild, and would like to hang.

Enough tomfoolery!

Well, the current atmospheric conditions observable at my current geographical location are less than optimal, what with there being a rather large layer of – what I can only assume to be – dihydrogenmonoxide stuck in a perpetual cycle of evaporation and condensation blocking the sun. Add that to a slow day on the tubes, and I just got a tad bored.

Without anything else to do, I thought to myself “Why not yield to the wishes of Archz and write an application? ’tis not like you have anything better to do, besides, it might be fun”.
So, there, that would be why I’m dumping some weird thread in your nice forum.

This being an application (of indeterminate kind ), I assume there to be a need for me to ramble on write some details about me, so y’all can scrutinize my application properly. This assumption actually builds upon the assumption that I’m not a moron, another assumption which – incidentally – happens to be a flawed idea, since a moron could not be able to grasp the finer concepts of the universe, which tend to be a prerequisite in order to make that distinction. Observing now that I’m basing assumption on another assumption which may or may not be true under completely random circumstances, I would probably go under the definition of moron put forth by Umberto Eco.

Moving on.
I am to be found on Dunemaul – doing absolutely nothing meaningful – under the alias Thaleck. I am an obnoxious, cynical and narcissistic misanthrope. I get my kicks from insulting and manipulating people in my own special ways. I express very few feelings, less than Vorte (Whom I have discovered, doth bleed small fluffy animals when cut) but still have not gotten the official social stamp of cold-hearted bastard. Oh, but I’m getting there, having now one person with the sensibility to call me by the derisive descriptor of the anus.
If we have had a previous encounter on the internet, the chances are rather large that I have – at more than one occasion – insulted you, and am still cursing your name in my dreams.

I prefer to consider my style a slight derivative of the geek chick-style.
I like to rearrange the wording of my english teacher in a way that makes it sound like I was asked to leave because I was too good.
Thanks to my parasitical tendencies, I always win at life. No exceptions.
I like ranting on about things nobody actually gives a sh*t about.
Oh, I do german, english and norwegian. Thinking about starting with French as well, but that would be a hassle.

Oh my, this has become more of a rant than an application.

I do enjoy a good cigar at various occasions.

So, why should on earth should you let me join IE?
Well, quite frankly, I haven’t got a clue. I take my sweet time to level. I mostly run about doing nothing for several hours. I waste hours listening to the barrens chat. Uhm, Since I do not care about anything, I will most likely be a perpetual newbie.
The only reason I wrote this application, was because I was bored, and the only motivation I have to join, is that your voice-chat is supposedly very entertaining, and there is a supposedly great opportunity for insults by various members of the guild. I do appreciate those wondrous insults. A good insult is like, well, not like Starbucks coffee since that’s just mediocre coffee, but a supremely well-done coffee.

OH, THIS IS GETTING SILLY!
I’m off to watch some Doctor Who.

Good <Insert noun most fitting your current time-zone>

Just in case you did not get it, the name of my sponsor has been formatted with that neat bold setting. Good lord, woman, this thread makes about as much sense as ooh look, a puppy flying on a fridge while dancing with the pineapples.

Added bonus for me : I can now delete the file on my drive. Since it’s stored here.

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I *said* party – goddamn – HATS!

Posted on 15/03/2010 by Mathias

Indubitably!

Though, if – at this hour – confusion arises, then surely that both can and
must be a product of insufficient veribage!
Scanty articulation may be the cause of a vast and tremendous – if not to say numerous – number of miscommunications and malapropisms.
It seems to me, then that verbose communication suffers not by inadequate potential to rightfully transfer opinions and the abstractions thereof, but rather, by apathy and unwillingness to participate in this dance of words; this colloquy; this tète-a-tète!

In lieu of such interest, I shall henceforth and forthwith resign myself to a more suitable from of communication, and it will most definitely declare itself in the most vile of contours ( that is, when taken in relation to conversation )

Namely the shape of,
silence

NO I WILL NOT CONFORM TO YOUR NORMATIVE CHAIRSITTING

Conformist? Moi?

Yeah! That wasn’t at all what you might call good.

It makes more sense when you take in the context, which was that my cousin has this annoying knee-jerk reaction: responding to anything with “:P”, which on the internet is ok, for the most part. Though it quickly turns very annoying, when you’re trying to hold a dialogue on matters that you invest ever so slightly into.
So I ‘ploded in incoherent babbling ranting. Like I always do.

Seriously now! Justin Timberlake is playing in the background, and I’m looking intently out the window. It’s snowing! I’m really tired of the trite white landscape and all the white cold powder that covers it. However! It is indeed March, and what you see outside right now, is not a frigid wasteland, but a war zone.

King Winter and his frost giants have gone to war; confronted by the nymphs of spring, who inevitably will be victorious! Celebration of their victory will soon commence! Bring forth the good spirits and rejoice!

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The Nile is a Deep River

Posted on 12/02/2010 by Mathias

See! You can catch the ball when it comes flying towards you
at a million miles per hour
ready to shatter your skull

I’ve only been reading properly for 3-4 years. It was during a stay in the mountains, during the easter, and I’d brought with me the 5th Harry Potter book. I devoured that thing in two days or something, and then we found the 6th book in a quaint bookstore in a nearby town. That one too was devoured before the mountain stay was over, and just like that, I was hooked.

Since then, I’ve read a wee bit, and I’ve come to understand better what I look for in books. What kind of plots and styles that make me happy, and a few authors that I like and know will write nice reads.

I mean, I refuse to accept that there is some universal definition for poor literature. It’s just annoying to claim otherwise. However, I would say that once a certain piece of literature reaches a critical mass of readers who all oppose it ( and this mass has readers of many social classes ) then a given piece of litter can be classified as just that.
Like the twilight saga, which if you ignore the adjectives, isn’t that poorly written, and has an amusing story to tell, but has gathered a vocal opposition and is now established as poor.

It’s all about tastes.

Which brings us, to the House of Night series, of which I’ve successfully dragged my wretched and deplorable mind through the first two books, with three more waiting.

I should say that the main character is named Zoey Redbird, or, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya ( more on that, nevah )

The House of Night series have a remarkably interesting setting. There’s so much you could do in that world. It fits so incredibly well into – and I know that this is the most obvious and boring interpretation – the whole puberty scene (Talking in parables, eh? He mused to himself as he wrote). A sudden brutal change that violently changes who you are? Forcing you to try to rediscover yourself? It’s the teenage years (well, mine anyway) taken to the extreme. Smoothing over a waking libido and calling it bloodlust? This is just brilliant!
HoN balances the glaringly obvious themes on one side, and the rich and charming world on one side. I can laugh mockingly, feel clever AND enjoy it. At the same time!
And, I positively adore – and salute – the stark feminism that is skillfully weaved into the narrative. It is a welcome break from the regular trite pseudomisogynism that secretly hides in YA.

I should really be liking this book. The plot thus far – while not using the full potential of this world – is interesting. Why, then, is the HoN the worst thing I’ve read in a while. Ah, yes, well, I’ve read two of ‘em and it’s not the insistance to use the spelling vampyre. It’s that..

THERE IS NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WHATSOEVER.

Ignoring the change from human to vampyre, after 600 or so pages, Zoey Redbird hasn’t changed as a person. She’s gotten weird things thrown at her. She’s had more and more powers thrust upon her, but she’s still the same boring and flat person. No moping, no nothing! Neither she nor her close friends actually grow beyond themselves.

There is a depth in the characters, but that goes mostly to talking about how deep they are. Like Erik Night, who does poetry and drama ( or something ).

The tiny voice is now telling me that I should mention, that it is a most fundamental tenet of storytelling, that you force your characters through their unique hell. To show the reader what they’re made of, and to show off the character changes. The growth.
Oh! And not to forget that the reader always knows that it’ll turn out well in the end, so to make the suspension of disbelief even possible and keep the tale interesting, the experiences must be harrowing ( for the character ).

House of Night has none of this, and it is a terrible dealbreaker.

This statement is blatantly false, as Aphrodite, the designated bitter, elitist and quite unpleasant person person ( who also has futuresight ) did change.
She went from the bitterness, to revealing that she’s actually quite repressed and confused, even showing some remorse. Wait, why is this the one person with actual depth?

Hold it! Why do the flat characters seemingly contradict the general notion that women are strong and independent in the way that while they’re talking about hos strong and independent they are, they don’t really do anything? ever? I’m so confused.

But hey! Maybe it’ll change? There’s still a few more books left of the series. Not like the first book should have been an indication for the future, or to give me an interest in the next books.

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Talk is overrated as a problem solver

Posted on 12/02/2010 by Mathias

Neon Genesis Evangelion was the first anime that I watched religiously. It‘s an awesome series. The first times I watched it, it was like a rollercoaster that would rip your brains out, shove it into a blender, and make a delicious psychotic smoothie.

I‘ve seen so many NGE discussions turn into a proverbial war zone over something as basic as the plot, so I won‘t really touch that one, except to say that for me, NGE deals less with survival and more with the fear and insecurity that comes with being human, and the dystopian future more of a setting for this tale.
It is peppered with weird Judeo-Christian tidbits and is singlehandedly to blame for me reading and loving Umberto Eco‘s „Foucault‘s Pendulum“ ( which I keep pimping everywhere I go. It‘s a great book).

However, in simpler terms, Neon Genesis Evangelion, is a wonderful anime series with lots of mecha action, rich characters and no matter how you look at it, a quite interesting plot.

And now there‘s a reboot rebuild.

A retelling of the NGE story ( with yet another new ending! ) in four feature lenght movies.
Two of which have already been released!

My business is with Isengard Episode 1.01 tonight!

First of all: It looks gorgeous! and the artwork holds true to the original series.
The colours are more powerful and contrasting. I love it. I absolutely positively love this new direction. Sachiel is looking wonderful. EVA-01 has a more vivid neon-esque colour scheme ( reminds me of the new Dr Who TARDIS colour scheme. Alas, I digress ).

Now, Ramiel has been improved above and beyond what was necessary, and it is awesome. Everything from the shrill scream from the positron beam, to the drill that morphs out of its main body is an improvement. It looks organic, shiny, and simply beautiful.
Blatantly showing off the humongous firepower by vaporizing half a mountain? nerdgasm right there. Having Ramiel morph into offensive form with all kinds of firing modes? and the defensive mode? arr.. so nice. so satisfying.

(Oh, hey, did you notice that Shinji‘s VIP ID card is coded NCC:1701A? When my brain clicked on that one, my geekary tingled )

My only real gripe is with the new cutting and slightly changed plot. I say changed plot, but it‘s really more removing parts that always felt a bit out of place. They‘re meant to be an improvement, and I suppose they are, but the original NGE was very sketchy and jumpy in plot, which – for me – cemented something very important.

Character development.

First time I was really annoyed, was when Ritsuko and Misato introduce Shinji to EVA-01. That kneejerk reaction of Shinji? The one where he sticks his nose into the dossier? How quickly he gathers his composure after the shock? That‘s a key moment! It lays so much groundwork for the rewatchability and inate considerations that follow after watching episodes. Shinji is our reference character. We follow him through his experiences, and that key moment, is part of what establishes how different he is from the rest of us. That sort of thing plays straight down my alley, and is a wonderful piece of his character. I‘m annoyed that it‘s gone.
Next up, is the fight with Sachiel. When EVA-01 goes dark? It‘s supposed to cut there, and go to Shinji waking up in a hospital bed, and what goes next is more delicious character building, that eventually culminates in Shinji remembering what happened.
okok. Some of that character building is moved to after the battle with Shamshel, but it still bothers me, and I suspect the irritation is of the same kind as when someone changes the frontpage of your favorite social networking site for the umpteenth time.

(Not me though. I‘m ambivalent to most of the facebook changes, and I actually think the new one is an improvement. Although it does look like it fits better as a standalone application. )

Oh, yes, and what‘s up with Lillith being common knowledge in NERV? and it‘s accessible by a mere lieutenant? That ruins some of the mystique that surrounds Gendo, but, hey, it‘s gainax, they‘ll make it work. and it will be tasteful and clever.

In the end, the new changes make it more accessible to the people who don‘t need some mindnumbingly complicated plot that can be seen again and again and again merely because of inane facets of the characters.
It‘s more action packed, and has a more easily grasped linear chronology.
unless everything changes with the next one ( which I have yet to see ).

Hey, you should totally watch it. I sort of recommend it

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Conversations, Part II

Posted on 26/01/2010 by Mathias

Another entry in this amusing series!

In casual conversation, so many amusing things pop up, and this time we I bring you..
Continue reading →

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Fetid Belching

Posted on 18/01/2010 by Mathias

Resting on his shoulder, the harp’s column readies itself.
His fingers once again engaging in a discreet tryst with the strings, and the ominous tones start flowing through the many hallways of his hidden castle.

The innocent that pass by, are lured ever closer by the tranquil tones. The serene humm.

until his fingers freeze.
and the innocent souls are set ablaze. Searing through hopes and dreams, a bond is made and innocence lost.
All that remains, is his distant ominous cackle.

I’m going to try a new format for my entries, and this is basically it! I’ll start my entries with some poorly imagined bile that is expelled from my mind, and magically move on from there.

Moving on..

For the first time in recorded history – a period going back all the way to last Tuesday – I produced a New Year’s Resolution.

Thus we now have..

I firmly resolve, in this year, 2010 ( Zweitausendzehn/Totusenogti) of the Current Era that I shall exceed the past ceiling of creative and cultural output that I’ve managed.

I firmly resolve, to be more creative and expressive, and to this purpose, I shall in this year;
Actually learn some photography.
Learn to play the guitar.
Write a lot more, and endeavour to participate and succeed in NaNoWriMo ’10.

In brief, I hope to be more creative.

My failure uncertain, resolve squeamish and attention constantly veering.

However, I stand sit firmly.

So the ruling must stand.
There will be no opportunity to appeal.

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Frightened

Posted on 13/01/2010 by Mathias

I’m sort of happy, which is an odd sensation. for me.
New people are always nice, but I’m also frightened by the future, in which this person too will discover how trite I am, and eventually loathe me.

Perhaps I’m being a bit arrogant, assuming that this person will do just that. Problem now is, I’m bothered by this arrogance, and it adds to the pile of loathing. I shouldn’t let it bother me. I know what’s happened in the past, and the future isn’t here just yet, so I’ll just be thankful for the time being, and enjoy the conversation.

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Step 2 : Confusion

Posted on 19/12/2009 by Mathias

Intellect, eh?

Whaddup with that?

I’m always being pestered with questions about what I’m going to do next. Don’t get me wrong, the questions are normal and within what is considered sane and acceptable, but they always have this nagging subclause. “When’re you starting med school?”

That’s annoying.

People seem to be under the impression that I’m smart. Intelligent. Capable.
In fact, it seems like quite a number of people are labouring under this misapprehension.

Surely, an intelligent person realizes, that I’m neither competent nor smart, and that any such assumption is – quite frankly – ridiculous. Furthermore, the prevailing notion that I’ll go into med school is laughable. Why does it exist? From what weirdish point did it first spawn? I could probably do my part to kill off the idea, but for most of the time, it’s a lot easier to just say “sure, med school, eventually”, nod my head and go with it.

How is me being an asshat, conducive to the idea, that I’m clever?

Yeah, I had to get that out of my system.

If I’m clever or not, or if I’ll go into med. or not, I’m pretty sure it’s none of the village’s business. Although, I’ll probably announce it is a pompous and poopheadish fashion when the time is ripe and the fruit right.

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Step 1 : Admission

Posted on 19/12/2009 by Mathias

Whoa, right?

Right off the bat, a few years ago, while in school, I became bored with the stale air of debate, the trite whining of the unchallenged, and the lack of any incendiary personalities. From boredom often comes crazy, and this was my cue.

When you entered this class, you’d sense a waft of leftie opinions, which is fairly common at this age, location and socioeconomic class. In casual conversations, most people seemed to be either left or left-leaning, just without affilliation ( so room for all kinds of remarks ). The stage was already set, I just had to bring a of petrol and some matches, and this could actually become a productive and enlightening environment.

As usual, my reaction was a gross exaggeration, and completely out of proportion to what the situation might have needed.
Wanting to squish several flies in a one blow, I joined a party.

I joined FpU

In FpU, I could learn more about their and FrPs politics, ideas, and hopefully have even more enlightening chats with fellow members. oh, and my original plot thing. Which I forgot after a week or so. But that one week was amusing.

Now, membership in such an illustrious party, carries a certain stigma, and I had absorbed enough information to satisfy me, I was done. except that I wasn’t really done, and ended up on the membership roster until this very month.
This prolonged presence and affiliation with the party, was it that has now tarnished my reputation. Now my rumoured queerness, not my unreliable mental state, not my generally rude and distasteful behaviour, but because of a random political affilliation, born out of boredom and curiosity. intrigued.

So, yes. I’ve been a member of FpU – the youthful arm of FrP – for the past two years. I’m now done, and can focus on things I care about. Things I think are of importance to Norway. Mock me if you must. I realize it may have been arrogant. It was definitely rash, and I’ve moved on from that weird and surreal experience.

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