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Friday, November 28, 2003
Last Friday I received an invitation to the release party/ press event with Insidious Torment tonight, so on behalf of the DNL I have to prepare a couple of questions for them. I'm thinking something about their inspirations, and maybe throw them a curveball about homo-erotic overtones in their image and lyrics. Just to see how they react. I really don't know what to expect, if we're the only ones who show up or what, but it'll probably be good fun.
I saw Kid Rock playing on Leno the other day, and it was pretty good. So now I've pulled out my old Devil Without A Cause album, and it's still a very nice party CD. It should be said that I generally like him better when he sounds like a southern rock n' roll band. But still, when it comes to mindless party music it works fine as well.
And speaking of Rock n' Roll music from way down south, one of my friends is throwing an AC/DC party tomorrow which should be excellente.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
here are all the goals on tiny video clips. Simply press goals and they should pop up.
After writing the last post, and being in doubt whether to use the word duty or chore, it struck me that Aqua Lene had been pretty lucky in choosing the words for her single 'It's Your Duty (To Please That Booty). It's hard to rhyme anything good with the word chore, though I'm resonably sure you could get a hit in Denmark called It's Your Chore (To Please That Boar)
So, 5-1 to the Arsenal. Probably not a song that has been heard on the North Bank too often, but it was a terrific display. People have been going on about Henry's performance, including Smudger, and quite right so, but it was a pretty darn good team performance by a team without a couple of regulars. No one was really to blame for the goal, and three midfielders scored, which should stop the speculation that Arsenal is a one horse team for a while.
For now I think I'll get another beer, watch some crap tv, clean the kitchen (which is my duty/chore for the week) and then go to bed. Cheers!
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
...And when I say evil, I'm of course talking about me. We were out filming yesterday. My part in the movie was to stumble out from an alley, bump into an old lady and fall over on the sidewalk. And so I did. 8 times or so, before they had the footage they needed. So now, due to my lacking stunt abilities, my left side is left rather bruised and very sore. But it was fun to try, and the people passing by were looking rather puzzled. As far as I know the movie will be running in Cinecity Århus on Dec. 19th.
I'm going to see the Inter - Arsenal game tonight. Once again I had that weird feeling that Pascal Cygan would score, but since I couldn't put my money on him, I decided to put my money on Freddie Ljungberg. Go Freddie!
Also, if Celtic, Monaco and Arsenal all draw their games and Deportivo win, I'll get 900 dkr back. But honestly, what are the chances of that?
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Anders, over at Help The Caged, was kind enough to say some kind words about our DNL bar. There was hardly any people though, but I guess we had an okay time anyway. I actually wrote an invitation to the bar in a previous blog entry, but none of you showed up: Bastards!
I haven't done anything todaý, stayed in my room eating pebernødder and watching football. I got an invitation to the Insidious Torment release party and press thing next week, so I'll have to prepare a couple of question for that. At least it should provide a little something for the next issue of DNL.
Oh, and thanks for the poems!
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
I'm not sure why, but in the last couple of days I've had a surprisingly high number of hits, so now my counter has passed the magic 5000 hits mark. I know it's totally not cool to pay attention to the counter, butI still get surprised every time I can see somebody's been in here. I don't know why, but I do. And now somebody's been in here 5000 times. That said, the novelty of the counter is starting to wear off, so I promise to shut up, at least 'till it hits 10.000.
Sadly I have nothing remotely interesting to say today. But if you need something to do, feel free to write a poem about ducks or monkeys and put it in the comments-thingy.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Beware of the ducks of autumn
Singing their neverending
Song of lost love
And frozen ponds
Creatures of despair
Chanting their melancholy mantra
Of death by jet-engines
Beware of the ducks of autumn
Like everything else
They go south
In the end
There's a rather large family of ducks living not so far from my window. Apparently ducks don't get much sleep, and as a consequence they have decided not to grant me any sleep either. It's always quack this and quack that, all night long. Hopefully they will soon decide to go south to visit their friends, the aardvarks, so I can finally get some sleep. If not, I'm pretty sure it will soon lead to a showdown of epic proportions, and they know, as well as anybody else, that when it comes to fighting, opposable thumbs always beat wings and stupid flat beaks.
Yes, it finally happened, yours truly is going into acting. One of my friends is making a short film, and apparently they wrote a little part in it for me. I'm going to be some drunk guy who stumbles out in front of some old lady and scares her. And then I'm gonna throw up. Beautiful. The movie is going to be shown in our local theater, so finally I'm going to get my life long ambition to vomit on the biggest screen in Århus fulfilled. What these people have failed to realize is, of course, that regardless of my limited acting experience, I am a method actor. And trust me, that old woman will be scared out of her mind.
I wonder if Brando had to go through these things...
If you're anything like me, you probably saw Denmark beat England 3-2 today. I was hoping the English press would go berserk about it, as they usually do, but it doesn't look like it so far. The Sun actually think Rooney played better than Jorgensen, who scored twice and made one assist. Oh the hype. Well, for a rating of the players go here. You would think they could find some better pictures than the ones in that piece. Looks like some sort of dork convention.
Friday, November 14, 2003
Kristian and I will be hosting the Friday-Bar at the English Department in Århus (Along with Christopher). This is of course in honour of our fantastic Department magasine DNL. So if you have nothing better to do, and you are hanging out in the corridors at the university, why don't you stop by and say hi? Oh, it's from 3pm to 6pm.
There's an interview with AC/DC in Danish newspaper Ekstrabladet (in Danish) where Malcolm Young is reminded that AC/DC is still labeled metal instead of rock:
Well, who am I to argue....?
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
But now the same links will probably pop up on my blog, but at least now you know why...
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
If you are a regular reader, you will probably be aware that I'm frightfully bored these days. I'm staying at my parents place for a couple of days, seeking refuge from the temptations of the big city, and trying to get cracking on my paper on The Island of Doctor Moreau. I Haven't got a clue what to write, but it has to have something to do with metamorhosis and so forth. I have a terrible feeling I'm screwed, so if anybody has any brilliant ideas, feel free to chip in. No?
It appears Denmark has been blessed with yet another Popstar. Or Pop Idol or whatever. If you are Danish you're probably familiar with the story of former Popstars-winner Jon who beat up some guy with a fryingpan. While looking for his website, trying to find out if he's going to jail (yeah right!) I stumbled upon this brilliant website. www.jonmusik.dk. Brilliant!
After all the Shakespeare, the book
of poems they type is the saddest
But before they can finish it,
they have to wait for that Someone
who is always
looking to look away. Only then
can they strike the million
keys that spell
humiliation and grief, which are
the great subjects of Monkey
and not, as some people still
believe, the banana
and the tire.
Monday, November 10, 2003
I haven't really had anything interesting to say today, I never really fell asleep last night, so I'm terribly busted right now. The only thing I could think of was to update my "about me" section. When I first started, way back when, I wanted to write 100 things about me, like every good blogger apparently does. I never got that far though, but now at least I'm getting closer. If you're looking for answers to the great questions, this may be the wrong place to go - but if you're looking for stupidity in the shape of a list, there you go. It's over to the left, I can't really be arsed to make another link.
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Kristian said to me today, it was the biggest bender since Arsenal won the league. So like Kristian I'm feeling not so fresh today.
I saw Freddy Vs. Jason today which was exactly as silly as you would imagine. But when you're busted, a brainless slasher flick with loads of gratuitous nudity and crappy dialogue is just what the doctor ordered.
I don't really know what to do now, so I think I'll just hang out and feel awkward. Crap.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Stupid wellfare office wouldn't give me any money, utter bastards. I said I didn't have any money, but they wouldn't give me any. They said "you are not an unemployed junkie, and for that you must be punished. If you would just drop out of school and take drugs, we would give you millions, but now? Not now! We hate you and we hope you get kicked out of your tiny dorm room, that'll teach you to take drugs like the rest of us. Mwuhahahahahahahah....." I asked if she had any ideas how I was supposed to live and pay my rent for the rest of the year without any money, and she said "well, don't you have parents?". Apparently it's very easy to get a job at the wellfare office....
And to make things better, I just got an answer from my blood sample, and apparently I'm allergic to..... dust. Yes, dust, dustmites, so now I have to start cleaning my room. Bah! I have this weird feeling my mom's been talking to my doctor, because as ailments go, this one sounds pretty made up. Stupid corrupt doctor.
Friday's the day all semi alcoholic university dorks look forward to, it sees the coming of the Christmas beer. Honestly I don't really get what all the fuzz is about, but it's always a pretty good party day. Some of my friends have rented a Karaoke machine for their bar, which can/will turn out to be an awful idea. They did the same thing last year, but apparently as people become increasingly entoxicated, the prospect of making a complete ass out of themselves becomes more an more appealing. The best example of this of course being Kristian and I doing a solid performance of Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode last year. How very sad it was - how much sader it will be tomorrow...
Monday, November 03, 2003
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
I've been looking at the stats, and it seems I don't get a lot of traffic these days. Which may or may not have something to do with the somewhat low quality of writing I have produced recently. I of course blame the stupid winter that seems to have killed my ability to get anything at all done. Except drinking and lying in bed, watching re-runs of old Full House episodes. Hopefully spring will come soon, and I will return to form, and produce the kind of writing that could make Hemmingway blush. Or something. But now I must leave, it seems Uncle Jesse is being bothered by some girl called Gibbler.
Sunday, November 02, 2003
And then Arsenal kicked the living shit out of Dirty Leeds. Beautiful.
Tonight we saw Down With Love which was actually quite nice. It reminded me a bit of Oscar Wilde and old Doris Day/Rock Hudson movies, which sounds very gay, but is actually quite amusing.