5 Random Events In My Life The Last 7 Days

Hah, I haven't let go of the list thing quite yet! It does, however, seem to appear rather randomly these days. Oh well.

1) I watched Röyksopp live last Sunday at Rockefeller; the boys have turned into a very smooth and professional live act, even if I'm not their biggest fan. The LED-scroller backdrop was cool, though.

2) I've started the somewhat tedious job of transfering my CD collection to mp3 (yeah, yeah, I know FLAC and OGG is better, but my Rhomba doesn't support those formats) in my usual random way; picking titles based on mood, weather, room temperature and any other factors affecting me at the moment.

3) I finally got around to mounting two lamps that I've had laying around since I got my apartment; whether it was laziness, absentmindedness or whatever, I don't know why it took so long. Anyway, they're very nice lamps that are know giving me much needed bedside illumination and working light in my home studio.

4) I disassembled my old and (t)rusty Windows desktop PC and sold the parts to my foolish - sorry, beloved - younger brother, who - in his usual businessmanlike manner - has sold the thing off to a friend and probaly made more money off it than he payed me for the parts to begin with. R, you sneaky little brat, I love you nonetheless.

5) Yesterday, I helped T move some of his heavier stuff to his new apartment, and was once more reminded of just how insanely heavy a washing machine - even the slimline model - is. Heck, his sofa was a total pushover compared to that little thing. Anyway, my heart and thoughts is with T today, as he is without his internet connection AND his Mac at the moment. Hang in there, man!

And thus endeth my week.

Gives "Surf Rock" A New Meaning

Worst. Idea. Ever.

I do suspect this is a joke. But if it isn't.... Come on! Shouldn't you guys be working on my new Intel-powered Powerbook?!

Hrmph.

The House Got Me

Wow. It's not often I get so totally engulfed in a book as I've recently become with Mark Z. Danielewski's "House of Leaves" - even though, like my mother, I practically consume books when I start reading them. Anyway, get this; last night, having read through the most thrilling part of the book (so far), I went to bed and actually couldn't sleep for a good while.

The imagery from the book still clear in my head, it almost felt like a little bit of Johnny Truant's paranoia was reeking out from between the pages and into my very own bedroom, making the darkness a little darker, the shadows a little longer and the LEDs blinking from my wi-fi router just slightly more irregular (hey, I AM a geek, after all)...

It was a great feeling, I haven't been "disturbed" by a book for a long, long time.



Of course, it could have been those two cups of coffee I had an hour earlier.


Oh, and there seems to have been a small update to the Dionaea House website. Clickety.

I'm Only In It For The Money

As some of you may have noticed, dear readers (both of you), I'm a bit into the music-making thingie. Strictly for the love and the hell of it, of course, which kind of makes today a bit special;

My music-making compadre, T, informs me that we have received our first payment from Tono (the Norwegian equivalent to Ascap) for radio-play of our music. Hooray! Now that we're wallowing in cold, hard cash (sounds a bit uncomfortable, really) we'll soon start making crap, meaningless and soul-less music to please the Great Evil Record Company (TM) that will soon own our souls. Where did we go wrong? When did we lose touch with what we're doing? The humanity of it all!

Then again, I guess a hundred bucks (600 Norwegian Crowns) isn't quite enough to make us sell out just yet.

Or is it? Nah, just kidding...

Or am I? Muahahahaha....



No really, I AM kidding.

The Friday List: Top 5 80s Cartoons

Ah yes, the 80s. Mostly remembered for its music, horrible clothes and dubious hairstyles. No no, please, no justifications; I was there. Hey, don't get me wrong, it was a great time to grow up and I have many fond memories (and some truly disturbing photos) from the time.

So, I find it only fair to do a list of my favourite 80s Saturday morning cartoons. Here goes:

1. Thundercats. I loved this show; the drama, the action and the hot... uhm.. furry chick. A simple premise (scary mummy-like being does bad things, tough and well-trimmed cat-man hybrids set things right) that nevertheless worked very well.

2. Transformers. Whoever came up with this concept truly understood how a boy's mind work: Cars and robots. Simple, yet brilliant. Cars and robots. Story? I'm sorry... I was distracted by all those cars and robots.

3. Masters of the Universe. I was never as much a fan of the cartoon as of the actual action figures, but I recognize the impact it had. Later on, I discovered it was basically "Conan Light" but it was fun anyway. The testosterone levels, man!

4. Inspector Gadget. Ok, so it was pretty goofy, but it was great fun, and the gadgets and the car (oh boy, that car) were really cool. Clearly inspired by Peter Sellers' "Inspector Clouseau", it also had the most memorable theme song EVER.

5. Super-Ted. Well, maybe not the coolest of shows, but at least this was one show me and my kid brother could agree on watching together (and the one show mum would let us watch due to its morally correct and mostly non-violent content)