Or maybe it’s "Mud". I’ve seen both. Listening to radio.wazee a couple of days ago, I heard “Back in the Mudd” by Bubba Sparxxx (FlaW). The version I heard was a mix with Travis Barker (Blink-182, Boxcar Racer, The Transplants). The original version is good – I certainly recommend the video of reasons that’ll be obvious to you when you watch it – but the mix really kicks. I’ve probably played the song twenty plus times today, I’m likely to get tired of it soon, but I’ll enjoy it as long as it lasts.
Today was one of those Sunday when I really didn’t have anything planned and really didn’t do anything constructive. Actually, that’s not entirely true, because I wrote three job applications. Although I got my contact with NRK extended until February 29 – thank you, leap year – I still have to find something to do if I don’t get another extension when my contract runs out. I’m extremely sick and tired of writing job applications, having done it almost continuously since March. If I’m lucky, it’ll pay off.
I also watched through all of the bonus material on the third disc of the The Lord of the Rings – The Two Towers Platinum Series Special Extended Edition. I’m not a huge fan, but it sure was interesting. I also took a glimpse at the content on the fourth disc, which had a long section about MASSIVE, the software used to generate the huge amount of soldiers fighting on the battle fields. Combining motion capture, AI and computer graphics in a very sophisticated way, I found the whole thing interesting from my usual nerdish point of view.
Christmas is coming up and most of the guys at the office have left on their Christmas vacations. Me, on the other hand, is not that fortunate. Since I just started working this summer, I don’t have any days off, except for the holidays. But it could be worse, I could be in the very unfortunate situation where I didn’t have any work at all. So I’m working both Monday and Tuesday, then going home to Notodden on the 23rd, then I leaving for Trondheim on Christmas Day to visit Stine, staying there until Sunday evening, then taking the bus down to Oslo. Back to the rat-race for a couple of days.
Doing a little math yesterday evening while drinking beer with Terje, Ola and Kaspar, I realized that me and Stine have been dating for a little over a year – I have to do math to figure this out because of reasons you probably know all to well if you’re a regular visitor to this site. Anyhoo… The point is that even if we’ve been dating for that long, I’ve not yet met her parents. This would of course have been perfectly natural if her parents lived in, say, Africa, but they don’t. It takes about one and a half hour (or so I’ve been told) to get to them from Trondheim, where I lived for two years while studying and dating Stine on and off and on and off. Erh… Anyway… This Christmas I’m meeting her parents. And while I’m walking on thin ice, I might as well dance, so I’m attending the annual family party with 40+ other family members from both sides of the family.
"Hi, I’m the guy who ripped out Stine’s guts twice. Nice to meet you, too."
I’m not sure what I’m doing New Year’s Eve, I might go back to Notodden, or I’ll stay here in Oslo. Klas and some fellow diving freaks are going on a diving trip to some foreign country I can’t remember the name of right now on January 1 and they are staying in Oslo on New Years because their flight is leaving rather early in the morning. So I might take the opportunity to say hello to him. We’ll see, we’ll see…
Tonight the US of A raised their security level to high. Excerpt from story over at CNN:
Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge said the move was the result of a "substantial increase" in the volume of intelligence pointing to "near-term attacks that could either rival or exceed what we experienced on September 11."
Well, there is usually very little on the idiot box during Christmas. I recommend that you stay away from the United States now and forever. And don’t drink Coke. Your money goes to the American devils. Echelon, ding-ding. I probably have my own file by now.
Surfing around today I came across the advertisement above. Using good looking girls when advertising for products aimed at young and sexually frustrated men as myself is not that unusual. But the combination of text and picture in this ad certainly caught my attention. What, exactly, are these girls ready for? Are they ready for what this one looks like she is ready for? And where the hell do they hide?
This turned out to be the mother of all entries. I’m not sure if I’m able to post anything until next year, so if I don’t see you until then, I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
Plan for next year: Start on my 100 things to do before I die-list. May 2004 be even better than 2003. Yay!