Dr. Dentist

I was at the dentist today! As usual it was a rather short pleasure, actually it took me longer to get there. It took more or less ten minutes from I walked through the door and the dentist said "kthxbai come again". Or, he did not say THAT exactly, but close. Also, his hair to glasses ratio fascinates me. His eyes look about fifty times their original size through the lenses - which makes it so confusing to talk to him because you can't actually see where his eyes are at all, it is more just big, black pits.

His hair is much like uncle Scrooges, just standing out to the sides like he is about to fly away any moment. His assistant is nice, but she wants to talk all the time - and so she's good for the healthcare sector I suppose, as she makes you feel comfortable. It is just that you can't really talk at all with various instruments forced into your mouth at all times. They're both nice, really. And I have always liked going to the dentist, probably because nothing bad has ever happened to me while there.

What about you?

Listen, mister

Playlist:

Rainy Day by Coldplay

Glass of Water by Coldplay

Australia by The Shins

A Place to Hide by White Lies

Please Just Take These Photos from My Hands by Snow Patrol

Such Great Heights by The Postal Service

The days kind of schloop by like a bucket of very slow, cold syrup. They're spent repeating a curriculum almost so blatantly uninteresting that my computer and I go sleep every fifteen minutes. ACTUALLY I can tell you all about sockets and socket programming on the Application layer of the TCP/IP model. A socket is a host-local, application created, OS-controlled interface-- hold on, where are you going?!

Aww. Guess I just have to suffer this by myself.

This photo I took from our livingroom window after first snow last year. In fact I DID adjust the saturation, but the tree has red leaves originally.

Nice kitty

I find it amusing when people cuss and overreact. Really. Sometimes angry people can be so funny. And I guess that has to be the meanest thing ever, to laugh at someone who's upset. I can't say I've ever done it, not as far as I can recall. Not in their faces, at least - probably afterwards. But I've had my share of angry, several family members have the temper of a pregnant dragon, or a vampire breastfeeding. So I should know how to handle a sea urchin with all its spikes out.

Personally I can't even remember the last time I was angry. Like, really angry. I've been upset, annoyed, edgy - maybe a little splenetic, but I wouldn't say angry. No, I know what angry means and it is absolutely nothing like the above. Angry is something more. I'm thinking fuming, red-in-the-face, stomping, slamming, accelerating, fist clenching, unforgiving and tunnel-visioned angry. I think when I blow, I'm gonna blow so you hear it in the shower. In the locked bathroom, 3rd floor, your flat in Oxford. Actually Oxford, Boston (near Wai Wai Ice Cream). You gonna hear it, hopefully. I don't recall how angry I can be, so I might be disappointed when I find out.

Actually I think I might have used my quota of anger during my childhood. I wasn't angry often, I think, I usually never had to be. My parents gifted me with some kind of irresistable, manipulative charm that I abused to the fullest and that pretty much allowed me to do whatever I wanted to. It was only when it became apparent to me that I really wasn't going to get my will, that I blew up like an unbalanced soufflé. Actually I got so angry my eyes slid up my skull and I fainted, that's what happened. My temper was too overwhelming for my small body, I simply couldn't handle it.

Actually, in retrospect that kind of scares me.

Where's your head at?

Let me show you something interesting.

As you may very well be aware of - I've been blogging for ages. And seeing as I am one of those types thrilled by change and always want to alter things just because of the delight it brings - here's what I dug up for you. These are all different blog headers I've had in this very blog here. I used text-based ones in the beginning so names I've had previously are actually lost. At least I can't remember them. Woot woot!

Fra Thoughts of a Viking

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Aaaand there you go. I've actually made them all myself. Not that it's anything to brag about in particular. Weird, isn't it?

Early June Sweeeet Tracks

From by the river.

Here are some amazing songs to soften your membrane on this delightful Wednesday. 

We'll start off softly with the really heartfelt brit-rock/pop (listen to the beautiful lyrics) of Snow Patrol, followed by the dark, almost Joy Division-like throb of White Lies. Maxïmo Park will tickle the cockles of your heart with their upbeat though dark indie, Keane will as always simply enchant you. Some more MP because once is never enough, then some sexy, energetic Friendly Fires - finishing delicately with the unusual electronic glow of the Friendly Fires remix by my recent crush; swedish duo Air France. Aaah. 

Good times, old man.

If There's a Rocket Tie Me To It by Snow Patrol

To Lose My Life by White Lies

I Haven't Seen Her in Ages by Maxïmo Park (Live)

Maybe I Can Change by Keane

In Another World by Maxïmo Park

Skeleton Boy by Friendly Fires

Skeleton Boy (Air France Remix) by Friendly Fires

The Playlist in Spotify (lacking Maxïmo Park, cos all their tracks aren't on there!)

HAVE I MENTIONED THAT NINTENDO HAVE ANNOUNCED THE NEXT ZELDA?! Holy flipping cow.

Ex-ham

Many hams live in our modern society, everything from roasted ham with mustard, to christmas ham, parma ham or traditional Norwegian cured ham live alongside us every day. In the name of fine cut pork rump - they have delighted and enriched our primitive cultures for hundreds of years, helping us become civilized and fantastic. Needless to say, the human to ham ratio is a tranquil and beautiful symbiosis. In fact, this is one of the finest examples of how food and mankind can collaborate and recreate peacefully in the name of love.

But of late our once very bright and shiny lifestyle has been increasingly threatened by dark, looming clouds. Statistics reveal that over 19,5% of teen hams suffer from various types of either reactive- or endogenous depression or bipolar disorder, while a shocking amount of 36% of fully cured hams bear the same symptoms. A common result of this is that hundreds of hams each year simply stop being hams altogether.

Those who stop being hams are known as "ex-hams", while they aren't always sneered upon - it is common that even the most persistent ham is never able to return to a normal life. This is known as "hamlessness". Most ham societies reject their hamless and leave it upon us humans to pick up the sorry rests of them.

By the heart and eager of many charity organizations most hamless are emitted into a "Help the Hamless" program where they are given a new home and a shoulder to cry on. But despite the kindness of many merciful souls, millions of "hamless" or "ex-hams" still linger helplessly in the dark alleys and streets of our cities. The depressive state and feeling of hopelessness that the ex-hams are going through is similar to that of what millions of students suffer each year - of which we have derived the term "Ex-am", or "Examination".

You should because of that not be surprised by the suicide rate of hamless hams, and how this indirectly results in deceitful curriculums that change overnight, angry old teachers that rolls dice to determine your grade - or simply the fact that it will be beautiful and sunny and everyone but you will have fun for the entire duration of your revising period. This terrible commotion is usually topped with an awful gnawing feeling in your stomach and an increased lust for ham, or more commonly - bacon. While as this does sound terrible.

At least, you're not dead.

Good luck with your exams everyone!