Larris

there is much bliss, satisfaction and contentment to be found in the small things in life, my friends.

take this, for instance:

I just got in from having sat at Divan for the better part of two hours spent chitchatting with the bartender and consuming eight - 8 - medium sized cups of tea.

obviously I was in a bit of a hurry to get home.

and rarely have I felt such relief from, uhm, relieving.

the most vital and important things in life are very wisely designed to feel good by default. like good food. and warmth. and sex. and, ah, the other basal needs.

almost makes you think the Creator is one of the good guys after all.

Asked by a reporter to respond to German Chancellor Gerhard Schröder's suggestion that the procedures for the reconstruction of Iraq might be affected by international law, U.S. President George W. Bush said:

"International law? I better call my lawyer. . . . I don't know what you're talking about, about international law. Better consult my lawyer."

walking to the tube last night I had to go on the other side of the road from the path I normally take because of the line outside Spektrum.

on my way from the tube some hours later the line was gone. outside each of the steel doors there were standing a few poor souls huddling in the rain, listening to the Metallica concert they were denied watching, but still experiencing it.

I was surprised that I didn't feel much. didn't even make an effort to get tickets. didn't deign the FRS Metallica album stand offering each title at NOK 99 with more than a casual glance.

I guess I really meant it when I vowed during the Napster lawsuit that Metallica had seen the last of my money. haven't bought a title of theirs since, although there have been occasions when I have put a coin or two down for a Kill'Em All song at Møllers.

the man in the morning news this morning drily said, after having aired some excerpts from last night's concert, "not exactly Britney Spears, that."

still, Metallica were and are an amazing live band. I pulled out from my files a sort of newsletter I sent around from the last time I saw them, about at this time of year in 1996. I even caught the train down from my college campus some 600 kms away to watch them with Kjinge.

( bear with me, I was a different man then: )

that was then. =þ

after having had a down period of sorts for a while, things start looking up in the workplace.

today is SPIF day (Sales Persons In Focus), and the floors are lined with a serpentine gift board with small presents for each milestone to today's profit goal.

and I helped reach one milestone. this was what the packet I got contained. nice violet color finish, too.

old Microprose was sucked up by Infogrames, which turned into the resurrected Atari. which no longer offers support for Dark Earth the adventure game.

which won't run here with me. =(

this on top of getting an error when trying to install and run Soul Reaver 2 tonight as well.

I'm feeling a little dump-ish now. seen in contrast to my earlier post today, this should however not be construed as any bipolar symptoms on my part. not much, anyway.

so the good Raistlins at Dragonlance Underground saw fit to send an invitation to little old me for an interview at their site.

I can't say that I'm not flattered. the fact that I'm writing a post just for this right now should also speak volumes (or at least a few lines) of my pride.

so by all means, go see. it would help if you have a rudimentary understanding of Dragonlance in advance (hey. that rhymed.), but it's not required.

oh yeah, so steph fucking spiked my drinmsks at divantonite and I was only goin out wuith bad cop t o stay a little while at mølles but instead rex and rickard showedd up and we went to divan where that goddam french guy was in the bar and that was no fuvcking four centiliters a drink there man, no mate§

and I can't hold no more aned I'm proud to say ;

I love deject.

thamls for 2nite steph, rick, rex.

goddammit, I'mm so gonna overselleep tomorrow.

I started on a poem this afternoon to honor the demise of So What!, and published it to a board set up by the newspaper Dagbladet, functioning as a tabula condolatoria protocol for the club.

this link is norwegian only

Steph & Em have just left, I've edited a proposal for a concert venue on behalf of the bands.

old school gamers should take note of this splendid little rendezvous with the original Prince of Persia game which IGN hosts. I beat four out of their five editors. just look:



it's great to see this game in almost hi-rez 800x600. and with almost proper sound. and it's all Flash, and it's only half a Meg in size!

we're probably going over to Magnoose & Chris to watch Angel in a short while.

copying a proposed British system of handling asylum seekers, a representative for the Norwegian Progress Party now wants to electronically mark people seeking refuge with wrist bands in order to locate them easier. firstly he wishes to mark people with a criminal history, but it is easy to see how practical this would be when hunting down the 3,000 people annually disappearing from their assigned shelter homes.

this is, as draconian it may seem at first look, a system with possibilities. and since the representative cannot see any negative effects from it, there is no reason why it should not be expanded upon. I can't imagine a better system in traffic, i.e. where past traffic offenders would carry a chip in their driver's license or in their active ignition, transmitting their whereabouts to their fellow trafficants.

also, I would deeply appreciate the ability to instantly tell, when negotiating a business deal, whether the other party has been involved in white-collar crimes. perhaps a discreet ring enabled with Bluetooth would do the trick? or a short beep interrupting their voice every thirty seconds or so?

okay mind, start boggling.