Infallible Creativity Supply of the century

A lot of people experience draughts, you know - when you can't think of a single idea - or anything out of the ordinary, everything coming out of your mindhole is perfectly ordinary things - papermills, paved streets, lightbulbs. What lacks is the it. The it - factor - oh what a ridiculous thing, really. The it. Who's got the it, who has it now? Is it mine? Is it yours? Who even invented the it? The what? It needs a name, though, doesn't it? It gets confusing, I use the it word all the time - while as it can be hard to tell whether I'm going on about it, or some completely other kind of it. The one who came up with the it in the first place had to be lacking it. If a person with the it-factor had invented the it-factor - that person would have thought of a better name for it!
*glurg*
So let's call it Icsc. Pronounce it like it was a czech wedding ceremony, or alternatively something in Hebrew.

I admit you'd have to be pretty thick not to be able to spot the Icsc in a person when you meet them. As a typical Icsc person would have that certain air of recognition, it's an attitude thing. That surge of warm, enlightening energy - preparing to broaden your horizon of ideas and quirks. I've met a lot of creative people in my life, and I think they deserve a lot of respect for having that in them. But if I've met a lot of Icsc people?

Not a lot. To be fair. I can't possibly sum up a list of characteristics, or how to spot one of them, you'll know when you do. It's hard to misunderstand, or - as a matter of fact I'm starting to wonder if it really is hard to catch on to, might be why we don't see a lot of them, they're all locked up, aren't they? In dark cellars.

Maybe that's a better place for them, after all - they're all so incredibly wonderful it will make the rest of us look bad.

PMPP :)

This is my Pretty Much Pointless Post!
Have you spent a sufficient amount of time over at Cake Wrecks, yet? You haven't, have you? Well you should. It is most amusing. A good blog.

I don't think I can be bothered to write anything even remotely sensible at the moment.

BLABLABLA. I've been listening to Coldplay's newest album, Viva La Vida over and over and over again. Maybe I'll do a review of it. Who knows? Today it's sunny in Oslo. We like sun, we do. It's just that everyone is pretty much on holiday, so it's a waste. It's nice that leaves are green, it would've been really different around here if they weren't. Also the sky is blue, I'm full of interesting information for you. I also wrote an introduction for a short story - it'll probably be over at Fiction Chickens. Meow!

Postman: Is this letter for you? The name is smudged.
Man: No, it can't be for me, my name is Smith.

Railway Porter (cheerfully) - Miss the train, sir?
Passenger - No, I didn't like the look of it, so I chased it out of the station.

Mary was telling her friends about her new apartment. "It's fantastic," she said, "I can lie in bed and watch the sun rise."
"So what," replied her friend Joan, "in my apartment, I can sit on a chair and watch the kitchen sink."

Summer Music

Hello. You're the apple of my eye. Did you know?

Today I love:

Fatboy Slim - Song for Shelter, because it's in Green Wing and everything Fatboy Slim does is great.
Coldplay - Lost! Because it has an excellent beat and it makes me feel all fuzzy like a freshly squeezed squirrel in a tumbledrier.
Real Ones - Lonesome Town, You have no other choice but to be happy when you hear it.
Bent - Ordinary Day, it's summer in a song. Like they wrote summer down on a piece of paper and fed it through instuments and made a song from it. Anyway Bent is always magnificent, if you don't like this song I'm voting you off the island. Nothing personal, actually it is personal.

I took that picture from our verandah some years back. In the summer, so I thought it would fit the title!

Today I had a customer at work that spoke some kind of far off Norwegian dialect, and that's tricky enough to understand - the problem, or the real problem with it - was that he spoke straight in to his own mustache. Ever heard that? No! - You know why?
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY HEAR ANYTHING THROUGH A MUSTACHE, CAN YOU?!-

He must've thought I was dumber than I look. I didn't understand what he said, so I talked about something else. :) Must've been a really random conversationiutyl

With love, .løiuø.97fyvg-.

Foreign money

It is always interesting to see how tourists relate to foreign currency. I know I probably do it myself when I'm abroad; staring puzzedly into my wallet and pay for a pack of gum with a herd of camels. it is one of those things it's just horribly difficult to relate to.

Even in Norway where everything is expensive - a lot of money still IS worth a lot of money, it's just that you can't usually buy a lot of things for it. The easiest way to get accustomed to new money and what ACTUAL value it has is by comparing it to something you buy quite often. Like the kilo price of pineapples, a serving of beaten and sauteed lobster or the tag on a pack of cigarettes. Actually - I'm trying to be serious, but it's hard.

Personally I always go by converting the foreign currency in to Norwegian Kroners before I buy anything abroad. The problem is just that I completely lose perspective after a while. "500,-? That's just like a night out in Oslo, that's not a lot at all. I mean, you pay like 120,- for two beers and then you pay 50,- for the nightbus and maybe you buy crisps at Deli de Luca, that'd be like 25,-. So it's 195,- in total. And maybe you find an underground casino and you blow 305,- at rulette. Happens all the time. And this is such a pretty teapot. Doesn't cost more than a night out. No worries. Si Si Signor, I'll take it, thank you".

You see? - So what you ACTUALLY have to do is to not bring your wallet at all when you travel. It prevents it from getting stolen, it will not reduce, but it will at least help stabilize the amount of teapots in your cupboard, You wont lose it, or confuse yourself with foreign money.

Basically that's the way to go. Just make sure you go on really short holidays at a time so you wont get too hungry.

Dear reader

I'm so terribly sorry for not updating, it makes me feel bad. Believe me - I spend several waking hours thinking "I should update my blog". "No, really. I should update my blog". That's what it's here for, yeah?

These days it's hot in Oslo, and everybody is at the beach or at their cabin, or in Spain or Greece, or whatever. Except me of course, I'm stuck here, smelling and rotting away like a partly digested carcass in a mildly damp ditch. Actually it's not that bad. I took Torstein to see the new Opera house, surprisingly it wasn't as ugly as I was suspicious of, but we should've worn shades because it was so white and bright and shiny.

I work though, that's what I do. I work and sleep and eat. Especially the latter. I have nothing better to do, we don't even have BBC Food, So I eat. I've done a drawing over the past few days, which was nice. Not necessarily the drawing, but the meditative aspect of concentrating on something. I'm also looking forward to starting school. I think it is the first time in my life that I'm actually looking forward to that. Not that I've been treated bad at school or anything, but I've never had a subject I've actually liked.

Hmm. Except perhaps art. But that is not really a subject, is it? Now that I've burst the un-blogging bubble, there's suddenly so much to say! Fab.

I wonder what would happen to my family if World of Warcraft suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth...? Probably nothing good. Maybe we'd explode. Not me in particular, but I bet I'd be pretty near when it goes "Boom!". Wops. Just ignore all the present tense. Your router is safe with me <_<

OOH YAY HOLIDAY!

Forgive my over-excited headline today, but school just happens to be out FOREVER! Imagine that! I'm going to be a uni student by autumn :))

Now here goes, today I'm flying to Ibiza (yeah, i know - it's soo 1991) but it will be amazing. I'll have a quick touchdown in Oslo next friday before shoofing off to Lofoten (in northern Snoreway) to celebrate my grandmothers birthday.

Needless to say, I'm afraid this already fairly still blog will now be lacking updates even more. At least until the 24th or 27th or something, whenever I get back. For real.

Anyway, this will be smashing, whooop!!