søndag 10. oktober 2010

Super Heroic Tweets!

While many of you know that I am an all-around super fellow, few of you know that, occasionally, I put on the ol' cape and body-condom and go out to fight crime, protect the innocent, beat up giant space ape ninja zombies and all that jazz. (Indeed, the last giant space ape ninja zombie was in fact a professional jazz artist on his homeworld. Still, it WAS clobberin' time)


For that purpose, I've registered a Twitter account for my alter-ego, Captain Heroic, where he (that is, I, but don't tell anyone. It's a secret identity) will spill the beans (not literally.) concerning his (that is, mine. But still; it's a secret.) heroic endeavours to make the world a safer place. And what kind of food he ate that day.

Because on Twitter, that shit is compulsory it seems.

I present to you, the Super-Tweets of Captain Heroic!!

(Also, keep it on the low that I'm the superhero. And whatever you do don't post anything about the connection between me and the Captain Heroic on the internet. What do you mean I'm on the inern- Ooooooh, shi-)

lørdag 25. september 2010

Wedding Speech Crashers

For some reason, I came to think about the worst possible ways to open a weeding speech the other day. I'm going to rate a few of them, and then see which one you think is the best.




#1
"Dear bride and groom, this is really a special day for all of us! Jess, you've finally found the man in your life. I'm sure that even though throughout your last relationship you kept calling me in the middle of the night to come over and sleep with me, this will end with you now marrying Bob. You might be a notorious cheater that is completely incapable of staying true to a single man, But if anyone can change you it's Bob. Right?"

#2
"John! Look at you there, with your beautiful bride by your side? Who'd thought that seven years ago when you and I were doing crack and selling pot to the kids in junior high? I guess prison must've changed you. Sure, I know you've always told you in-laws you were serving abroad during that period, but I'm sure you told them the truth before wedding their daughter - right?"

#3
"Rachel! Don't marry Ted! Don't marry Teeed! I love you Rachel! Doesn't that count for anything? What about those moments we shared? Didn't those looks count for anything? I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!"

#4
"I totally just shat my pants."

#5
"Tom, as you know marry Liz, there's a thing you should know. Sure, she's got a nice rack now, but that doesn't remedy that fact that she used to be a dude. Like - with balls. I really got to hand it to you, Tom. Knowing that would freak me out and - now why are you retching?"

lørdag 4. september 2010

It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!

I kind of feel like a necromancer now, using dark arts to reanimate something that should've stayed dead and forgotten. I can virtually feel the blog rise, it's files and updates long rotten beyond recognition. I'm *this* far from cackling maniacally and reaching my fingers at the sky as a lightning does what lightnings do best; provide ample ambience. I'm *this* far from hearing my blog moan "braaaaains" as it shambles towards the nearest village for sustenance. Not that dead things should require food anyway, but that's the trope anyway.

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So, where are we nowadays?

Well, military-wise little has changed. I've spent a few more days out in the rain, snow and mosquitoes, I've fired some more from from machine guns and assault rifles and grenade launchers, I've marched a few more miles, I've sweated a few more gallons, and I've broken my rib twice - the latter time being right now. Oh, the humanity.

Still, last time I updated from my real life I brought you the necessary info on the army unit I serve in, so I don't really feel like talking about that now.

In other news I've somewhat recently laid my gorgeous fingers on a Collector's Edition of Blizzard Entertainment's new masterpiece that is StarCraft II, and boy is it awesome. Imagine if a unicorn and a dragon had a baby, and THAT baby learnt Kung Fu, Ninjitsu and paired up with Wolverine to kill the Devil.

Yeah, it's THAT awesome. It's so awesome in fact, that if someone were to kidnap my copy of it, and demand that I in return of getting it back had to beat the crap out of all my friends, I would gladly do so. So, in the event of this happening, you should keep a copy of your own in back up, just in case you need to bribe in into not kicking your ass. I'm just sayin'.


Right now, I haven't got much to say, next week is yet another exercise, which is a military way of saying that I'll be sleep-,dryness-, food- and warmth- deprived for the next five days. Yay me.


Crap, this entry doesn't even have a relevant picture. I'll just google for "relevant picture" and see what comes up.






Yup.

søndag 23. mai 2010

torsdag 20. mai 2010

Long Time No Update

You might not have noticed, but it's been some time since I updated - no it's true, it really is. I've received plenty of angry, desperate and sad e-mails from fans begging, threatening and bribing me to write more. Are you really that interested in my life and what I do?

... no wait, that was a dream. I guess you aren't.


Oh well, whatever.

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I did promise myself a long time ago that my blog wouldn't be one of those that end after twelve updates, or is regularly inactive for months at a time. At the same time, I promised myself that I wouldn't take this too seriously, just using it to have a bit of fun and push my opinions and thoughts on hapless strangers lost in the labyrinthine passages of the blogosphere. Needless to say, my selves are all in riot for how this is going to work. I'm glad we're all friends. I mean, all my selves.

As many of you know (technically, even if ALL of you knew, you could still hardly be called "many") I've been in the army, doing my required military service. Truth is, while all male Norwegians are supposed to serve at least one year in the armed forces, only a fraction are called in these days. It's a mix of politics and economics.

My initial plan was to update after the end of the recruit period, when we were granted internet access in the barracks, however lousy it was. This would coincide with my 20th birthday, so that would make a great occasion to update.

That did not happen.

It's now been four months of undocumented military service, and a lifeless blog. I say that this must be remedied.

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Without giving too much away, I'll talk a bit about where I serve, and what I do.

This is the emblem of the Norwegian 2nd Battalion, comprised mainly of mechanized infantry. It is, together with the Armoured Battalion and the Telemark Battalion, one of three maneuver units intended for conventional, open warafare. As such, it is considered a part of the speartip of the Norwegian Army.

Training in the 2nd Battalion is intended to be as close to realistic as possible. Soldiers learn not only the basics of individual, squad-, platoon-, company- and battalion-based warfare over the course of a year, but also how to survive in the unforgiving environment that the north of Norway provides. As the battalion has its recruitment period during winter, this is particularly vital. Soldiers of the 2nd Battalion are expected to "survive to fight," not "fight to survive."

The battalion has had several international missions; in the Balkans and in Afghanistan, and has brought much experience from these missions. Moreover, the golden griffin is internationally recognized as being a hallmark of competent and professional soldiers.

The emblem, showing an upright griffin ready strike with a sword, symbolizes the battalion's vigilance and willingness to fight. The griffin itself symbolizes courage, nobility and a whole slew of other things. The motto of the 2nd is; "In hoc signo vinces," roughly meaning; "In this sign you shall be victorious," referring to the griffin and its virtues. The motto is taken from Constantine I the Great, who saw a cross in the sky and heard the same words.



This is the emblem of B Company, one of two mechanized rifle companies within the battalion, and my own unit. The emblem shows a wolverine, which you without doubt know is one of the most ferocious animals there are. Wolverines are known for defending their prey from animals that are much bigger than it, and never back down from a fight. Hence the mottot; "Viker for ingen," which roughly translates to "Yield to none."

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That'll be it for now. I'm sure I'll come up with something smart to say in a few days, but until then, you'll just have to live off of the scraps I give you.

tirsdag 12. januar 2010

'Sup folks?

How's it hanging, female canines?

It's been a while, but to be frank, no one really cares. If you did, you would give me all your money, and you haven't, so you clearly don't. Case solved.

Okaaaaayy... Sooo... It's a new year, andaaah.... how's that working for ya? Hm? A new decade even? Did you think about that? Well, maybe you should.

You illegitimate child.

Well, I know what I did on New Year's Eve. Kicking ass as a conférencier at a local event along with my mate Steffen. Boo-yah. I'm telling you, we rocked so hard they should've invented a time machine so we could have gone back in time and done it on New Year's Eve 2000. Cuz that would've been awesome.

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As some of you know, I'm entering military service in just a couple of days. In this very moment, I'm sitting in my sister's apartment in Oslo, chilling a bit before travelling to Sessvollmoen camp, and the north to Skjold military camp. Boo-yah.

To be fair, I think we all know that this is it. They're probably going to send me off to fight some psycho covert Neo-Soviet general with some utterly insane troops. Sure, I'll kill them easily enough, but at some point you just can't be bothered. I mean, I'll probably just wander off in search of a proper smoothie or something. Not that I really like smoothies... Actually I don't know where that came from. Bloody smoothies. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

Aaaannyway... I think I'll need to thank my mate Harry for giving me some nice, concrete advices regarding the military service. Kudos. (Which by the way is a Greek word. I'm sure Harry will be happy to tell you that - he's Greek after all. )

Well, that's all. Cheers, cigarettes.

(Don't forget; please leave your interesting and creative responses in the section below.)