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My sick brain and I

I did the Human Virus Scanner-test and it pretty much ended up as I expected. Except for the Hippyage, USA and Goth — but hey, whose being picky here?

Viruses you suffer from: Linux, Sci-fi, Cthulhu, Gaming, Discordia, Windows, Politics, Brand Names. Viruses you might suffer from: USA (70%), Goth (65%), Industrial (70%), vi (90%), Conspiracy Theory (90%), Macintosh (80%), Hippyism (73%).

However, one of these things had an intersting cure. Under Cthulhu they said “Read some Enid Blyton.” And boy, was that wrong thing to do. I just had to write a Cthulhu and the Five crossover. My first ever fanfic. May God have mercy upon my soul.

I like my brain.

Far better choice of audio track

What can you say about the League of Gentlemen? It wasn’t bland. It was weird. Needless to say, I loved every minute of it. Too bad it was the second season, as it makes me want to go out and get the first one so that I’ll be able to see it from the beginning.

I did however do something weirder myself. I don’t remember why, but the tv was on. I think I had just watched a movie on dvd. Suddenly, the screen, with transmissions for the tv networks, changed to the next scheduled programme. This turned out to be a movie with the annoying Olsen twins. I don’t know which, and I don’t want to know. It was bad, but I didn’t change channel. Yeah, call me a masochist.

Instead I lowered the volume and pressed play on the stereo. Talk about clash between cultures that don’t mix. From the cd came this:

What do you say if we lighten things up and talk about abortions? You know. Feel like I’m losing some of you here, and I want to win all of you back with this one. Let’s talk about abortions, let’s talk about child killing and see if we can’t get some chuckles rippling through the room here. Let’s talk about mass murder of young, unborn children and see if we can’t combine it into one big healthy gut-laugh.

This simple move, transformed the horrible movie from an all-around family comedy bore that was about as inoffensive as it can get without involving dancing in the alps, into something far far better — or worse, morally speaking. Imagine, when they rode a roller coaster you didn’t hear them laugh and scream. You heard Bill Hicks scream, but not a scream of joy. It was more along the lines of “sucker of Satan’s cock!” as he was ranting about Jesse Helms. And I laughed, because what else could you do? Talk about avantgarde art installation.

• DrBacchus' Journal: The League of Gentlemen
  

Out of words

Yuppers. I still have words mind you, but not when it comes to updating this. The moment I open up Movable Type, everything just drains from my mind and I can’r really write about any subject at all. I can’t even remember a subject to write about. The words are missing.

Maybe it is some sort of mental writers block virus, designed to stop people like me from updating. Becuase I can write other things. I have lots and lots of words for fanzine articles, short stories and movie script-thingamabobs. But here? Nada, zip, inget. I want to write. I really want to write witty and thoughtful snippets about life, art, paper, history and the rest of the world. But for now I can’t.

But I thank you for your patience and I hope I’ll get over this soon and update. It is not as if I have any pressing deadline or something. Well, perhaps I do, but let’s ignore it and maybe it will go away.

Some weather we've been having

Sunshine. The biological warfare hasn’t yet begun (I’m allergic to... lost of things and they’re all evil) and I got that urge to go out with my camera and just walk. So why don’t I? Just walk? In the nature?! No way. I’m just not fond of strolling in nature. I want concrete under my feel. I want torn down buildings and places where people create something new that wan’t there before. But I’m pretty sure I’m repeating myself.

Anyway. I saw Adaptation (reviewed in swedish elsewhere, but to summarise: great, go see now.) and now it refuses to leave me alone. At times, I feel as a replica of the fictionalised Charlie, on a bad day I share all his fears from the opening monologue — almost anyway. I don’t care about my hair, my self-image is nowhere near as messed up as his, and I’m much more afraid of death than he is. I even got the voice-over narration that tells me to do things I never end up doing. Which I reckon is a good thing, because some of the things this asshole suggests would make me end up in jail. I don’t think I would like that. But how do I know? I can only guess. Perhaps I should just let it go? Just to see where I end up, to see where the beast takes me. But I don’t think I would like that, the end is just as important as the journey because that’s where the consequences are.

Splitting skull

I thought yesterday was bad. I honestly thought that it was all downhill from there but I was, for once, wrong. It is worse today and at the same time a bit better. The narcolepsy bit is gone, and not a moment to soon. The eyes don’t move as if they where imbedded in jelly and someone switched of the double frame rate. Time functions normally. I want to scream at people for no reason at all. Gut them up like... like... I don’t know, A fucking mime? Whatever. Now this is personal, I will not cave in. Headache be damned. I can drink tea instead.

Read something else: like the Being Charlie Kaufman article. Or a book by Tim Powers, after all it’s his not-quite-birthday today.

Negative things

I think I was sick a bit towards the end of last week. I’m not sure, as the way my life looks now my non-sick days looks pretty much like how they do when I’m sick. Other fun things are withdrawal. No cola-based beverages in two days. Result: headache and something that can be best described as narcolepsia. If I see a bed, I fall asleep. Hopefully, it will end soon.

I got a hangover from this

And then there is a soundtrack as well.

A me kind of thing

I’ve slept two and a half hours tonight, I’ve had about half a cup of tea and todays classes are cancelled due to the lecturer being sick, and I can’t re-enter the bed and sleep. It’s kind of sad really. I want to sleep. Hell, I probably even needs to sleep. add tot his that no human should ever have to experience the time between 5:00 and 9:59.

I hope I can sleep in an hour or two. The cup is empty. More tea...

Automaton

I’m starting to think that I’m a robotic replacement of my former self, unaware that a switch has been made. My mind went south thanks to the recurring heat and my vision suddenly acted as if everything had been heavily comprimited. I saw huge pixels everywhere.

It could of course have had something to do with the fact that I had just been waked up from my pleasant slumber by a loud gunshot. However, that seems to be a bit too easy to assume. Here’s a photo of a lamp: