Fringe

I had really high expectations to Fringe, and Ive really tried to sit through it... but I really just cant enjoy it. I dont like it, sorry! Its like a modern day x-files knockoff without original characters. 

Brilliant Quote

"A European says: I can't understand this, what's wrong with me? An American says: I can't understand this, what's wrong with him?"

~ Terry Pratchett

Miss him!

On this day, its 3 days since my Uncle Kjetil passed away after a kiting accident. We miss him very much. He was our hero.

Probably one of the best humans to have ever walked this earth. Im happy I got to know you. Love you, miss you. 

Champions League Season 1 End!

Champions League is over for this season.

I ended 8th and Stoikow of course won the whole thing! ;)

Prize Ceremony is next Sunday!

Pay Up!

Dear Mr and Mrs Allophyl.

Im holding your little daliphant freakshow son hostage. Ransom is set to 20 000 peds, I expect it at 19:05 MA time tomorrow (During Champions League.) Dont involve the police.

Pay up or else.

Dreams: Ice. Chapter Two

As he pulled himself out of the water, Johan immidieatly knew that it wasn’t right. When he first saw that the shaft lead him to above-waters, he was just happy to get away from the pressing feeling of being under that huge ice block. He had expected it to be water above this shaft aswell, like the one he came down from. 

Johan looked around him. He was at a strange landscape, rocks and ice blended into something that seemed a scene from a movie. Stone, mould and sand made the ice grey at some places. It almost seemed polluted with exhaust.

The salt water from his auburn-colored hair dripped down in his eyes. He rubbed them, knowing it wouldn’t make the matter better. Swimmingfeet in hand, he walked to find the shore.

Dreams: Ice. Chapter One.

- I’m so glad we met again, he smiled.

Mark's eyes spoke for him, these weren’t just words for him, they were sincere. And right now, I wanted anything but sincere. I didn’t dare say I wasn’t going to stick around. I didn’t dare tell him that the future he talked about was not what I had in mind at all. Actually the thought wouldn’t even have crossed my mind as anything but absurd. I know I should have told him. I just didn’t know how.

Come to think of it, I probably did know how. But I’ve never been an explorer, not when it comes to my personal life. I let him be fooled. He fooled me once, and he thought I had forgotten about it. Yes, I could even say it was his fault, in the end. 

The beard was starting to grow a little too long to call it handsomely. He looked rugged and weathered, like a lost puppy. Or maybe a bear, come to think of it. There was something wrong about him having this aura about him when he had this stature. I almost liked him more when he was just an asshole.

I put up and shut up. I let him believe. When he finally would get to know, I’d be a thousand miles away anyway.

There was another layer of ice under the ice itself. Johan thought this was strange, but he knew that in spite of his experience on top of the ice, and diving in arctic circles, didn’t make him an expert on the subject. He found a tunnel, much like a forty-five degree shaft down the ice, big enough for a man to swim through without problems. It looked like there were good possibilities of turning as well, so Johan decided to have a go. His oxygen tank still showed that he had a lot to go on. 

The ice was thick! Like really thick. Johan’s mind raced, the navigation-systems on board didn’t show any icebergs in the area did they? Not under water either. This shouldn’t have been here. After several meters of swimming, he again hit clear waters under the ice. Yet, there was something very pressing about being here, under these solid meters of ice. Johan didn’t panic. He worked hard to stay cool. He’d just explore a little more, before going up. 
There didn’t seem to be anything of interest down there, and Johan really started to feel the pressure. He spotted another shaft going upward in the ice, and swam for it. 

I spent the night in bed, Mark by me. My pyjamas clinged to my body, it was way too hot to wear it, but I preferred it to be naked. He had a smile on his face while sleeping, constantly rolling his hand over me, drawing me closer in a grasp I could not stand. I was getting pissed off at having to pretend. 

Why couldn’t he just read my signals. How did I end up here anyway? Nothing had happened. I didn’t want anything to happen, but it still had gone too far. He shouldn’t even have been a part of my life anymore. He was garbage, and while he was sincere right now, I knew that was a tide that kept coming and going. I climbed out of the bed and went for the kitchen. There was dirty dishes in the sink, and garbage needing to be taken out. In my own psychoanalyzing moment, I thought that perhaps I was here because I pitied him. He had nothing, and I was on my way to have everything. But alas its really more likely that I didn’t have such good intentions, but rather wanted him to remember how good I was, just to take it away again. Put a nail in his coffin. 

It’s not like he didn’t deserve it.

Dreams: Ice -Prologue

Johan took a dive through the ice.

The cold knocked out his breath for a second, in spite of the suit. He quickly regained control and started breathing again. He looked up through the hole, giving his thumbs-up to his landlubber mates. If they were concerned, they didn’t show it. This wasn’t anything new. Johan always wanted to be an explorer. 

Dreams: Ice

I had a really weird dream.

I decided, since I have nothing better to do, that I might aswell just write it down and post it here. I will split it up in several pieces though.

You want thingamabobs? I got 20.

I was bored tonight. Late nights -its been alot of those lately. And I was surfing youtube, and began listening in on old Disney-songs.

When I was little, there was definatly two favorites of mine: Aladdin and The Little Mermaid. My favorite disney-song was no doubt "Part of that world", sung by Ariel. It wasn't until now, when Ive grown up that I really see why I liked that song so much, why it spoke to me.

Okay, Im no big fan of psychoanalyzing -yet I found it interesting to see the paralleles from that song to my real life, both as a kid and as a teenager. I had whosits and whatsits galore as a kid, since my family owns a toystore. You know, toys are the statussymbol when you're a kid -and even if much of my toys were broken things that was returned to the shop -thats not something the people in my class cared much about when they came over to visit.

I seemed to have everything, at least through their eyes. But I always felt like something was missing. I just didnt know what.

Its funny to see it now, Ariel talking about her having everything, except feet. As most know; I have arthirtis and I spent a brief time in a wheelchair.

Hell, Jerry even looks a bit like Eric, the prince in The Little Mermaid. Imagine that. And I know its no secret that Im one of those people who get suckerpunched by love, and will go a great great length for it, just like a certain main character.
The irony of it all. I guess if you look for things like these, they will always become apperant.

Granted, I cant sing for shit.