I just realized that I forgot (I think) two DVDs in Iceland, much too late.


Nick Frost's Danger - 50000 volts!

Big Nothing


Does anyone remember seeing these? Or me watching it with them or anything, because I'm drawing a major blank. I ordered them around the same time as Hot Fuzz. I am so confused :(

We have these neighbors upstairs, and... I'm getting ahead of myself. I was making a cake with Liz, an inside out topsy turvy chocolate cake. Nothing special, just something to do on a lazy Monday afternoon. We leave it out to dry, as you're expected to do, and we always keep an eye on it, while doing whatever else it is we do.

But today, Liz had a shift to go to, so it was just me there, the urge to urinate arises and I debate whether or not to go, until I have to go like, now (more like then, as this happened some hours ago) I lighten the load on my bladder and step back into our living quarters, and the fucking upstairs neighbors are there.
"What are you doing?" I ask them, reasonably annoyed.
"What?" They didn't seem to realize what hey were doing and quickly added something in Hindi.\
"Get out of my cake." I found the urge to scream but resisted. When my will was defied, I found myself forced to repeat myself a lot louder.

Bottom line, now there's a fucking mammoth in the room.

Yesterday brought the following items on my menu:

( Oh this is kind of picture heavy, and I'm not THAT mean )

Upon opening the bottle, I got a whiff of the very light, somewhat sweet air. This ought to be good, I thought as I poured it into my beerstein, and noted it's tone, extremely light, almost clear. I got clumsy with pouring it, and thus it fizzed up more than it should, I immediately regretted it, and the beer really did reach high up in my stein. Liz took first zip, a mouthfull of foam.

First swig was good, though I did feel it spiralled down hill, maybe it was the bitterness, it felt overwhelming, strangling out the other flavours that could've been there, as well as it tasted flat (no doubt my own fault). Levels of intoxication were unclear, though if asked in a court of law, I will state being stone cold sober. Would I buy it again? Probably not, but would be willing to give it another try otherwise, maybe drinking it from the bottle is the superiour way.

Optimator Spaten is quite the opposite of yesterdays Kronenbourg, it's unsubtle and for that I love it. The scent reflects this, malty, and the colour as well, a nice dark colour. Like liquid bark (only opaque!)

Flavourwise, quite good, had it over lasagna, which may not have been the best choice. It's strong and doesn't really ask to taste the nuances of it, which is not a slight against it. It just is, like your kid coming to you shouting "dad (or mum, depends on your gender) I'm gay." And that's awesome. I like it quite a bit more than Kronenbourg (though they are very quite different) though having prior experiences may have coloured my  judgement. Alcoholic effects were felt, though I cannot promise they were as potent as the Kronenbourg may have left.

Note: This raises the question of what experiments I can make using alcohol. This must be researched further. People who desire to join my research team are more than free to.

I have acquired the rights to hold employment. SUCK IT AMERICA!

Had me a Kronenbourg over (homemade) pizza today, first impression is always the scent, as I can't help myself but to smell from the freshly opened bottle. It was immediately distinctive, very sweet, very light. The liquid was a lovely golden color, not vivid like urine, but subtle. It tasted that way as well on my first sip. Light, hardly any flavor at first, but then softly crawls up onto my tongue. The subsequent mouthfuls increased in potency, the taste of the alcohol becoming more profound.

It left me mildly intoxicated, rare, as it was a small bottle. I enjoyed drinking it, and will most def drink some in the future again, because that's just how I roll.

Hey there LJ that I rarely update, it's my birthday, and to appear more cultural than I otherwise would be, I bought some beer.

1. Chang (Thailand) A generic beer from Thailand, apparently, the Australians approve.

2. Whitbread (England) Pale Ale, it has a picture of a llama or a horse, opinions are divided. The label is a nice dark blue.

3. Quilmes (Argentina) "Beer" the label is a pretty blue however. It claims to be Argentina's #1 beer and hey, I had an Argentinian teacher that was way hot, so I'm good.

4. Cooper's Sparkling Ale (Australia) Family brewed apparently, it's hopefully better than Foster, quick, Mike! Tell me more about Cooper's!!!

5. Steinlager (New Zealand) as the name suggest, it's lager and from New Zealand no less! I'm sure it's fit for a hobbit, and as such, for me as well.

6. Asahi (Japan) Draft beer, I like Sapporo and abhor Kirin Ichiban. Where will this rank? Only time will tell! It hopefully won't taste like animes.

7. Carlsberg (Denmark) Surprisingly I've never had it, but it's by appointment of the Royal Danish Court and I love aristocracy and Monarchy, so it should treat me tenderly.

8. Optimator Spaten (Germany) I like this beer, a lot. Plus it's super manly, as there is no way to make Optimator Spaten sound gay.

9. King Fisher Premium Lager (India) it has a picture of a humming bird and they are cute! I hope it tastes like colonialism.

10. Kronenbourg (France) It kind of sounds like Cronenberg, the label looks excellent, clean and old school so by extension it should be excellent.

Always judge a book by it's cover. It is my only motto. I shall keep you updated, in order to keep me on my toes about updating my journal, as I am a lazy motherfucker.

We'll see.

Ég þarf hinsvegar að lesa meira um Andrés Önd greinilega.

HEADS UP! I am not yet dead. I am, the worst at Livejournal, I realize, but you must deal, :(

As of late, I have been experimenting with poopsocking, if you are unfamiliar with the term, you can breathe a sigh of relief as I am going to explain it to you. Poopsocking, is derived from World of Warcraft players (though other MMORPGers, such as the subscribers of Eve, City of Heroes/Villains, Ragnarok, Warhammer and various other games of their ilk) who, to save time and not lose any valuable time killing imaginary monsters on the internet, decide to poop in their socks and fling them away later. I did not participate in the actual pooping in socks, but rather, playing World of Warcraft for two days. It's vast, it's pretty and it has the worst inventory management system I can possibly imagine. I got frustrated once I reached level 14 and logged out, for good!

I also tried Shin Megami Tensei: Imagine a MMORPG based on a successful series of video games / pulpy fiction from Japan hailing back from the late eighties / early nineties. I adored the SNES games and have wanted to play the PS2 / PS1 games for ages, what could go wrong? Everything apparently. The tutorial section is three hour long, apparently and fails to give you the foundation to play the game, making it more of a system of guesswork and figuring things out for yourself, while holding closely onto the system from SNES games (that's Super Nintendo Entertainment System, three or four generations ago) only making it less sensible and more complicated. All it really made me want to do was to play the old SNES games again, no easy feat after I lost all of my savegames in a hardware crash.

Beyond that (and the thunderdome) TV and movies have reigned supreme, Mr. English Shouty Guy from Kitchen Nightmares / Hell's Kitchen, has conquered my heart and I just got home from an impressive triple bill of movies, which I will now tell you all about, if I spoil it, it's because no one should see it (I have a very high tolerance of pain when it comes to movies) The way I do movies, is the following: Show up before noon, buy an early bird ticket (mere six bucks!) and then just don't leave.

First film I went to see was "I love you, man" and I must recommend it, forever! Despite the romance, which neither actor really manages to sell, the budding friendship between the two leading men, the chemistry and their character arcs make up for it, and honestly, it's the only reason this movie even exists. There are so many good jokes, re-occurring or not, and the ensemble working in the background, ranging from Iron Man helmer Jon Favreau and J.K. Simmons (J. Jonah Jameson from the Spiderman films) to Andy Samberg (SNL member, Dick in a Box, Jizz in my Pants) and Jaime Presley (My names is Earl, DOA) and they are all great. Fantastic even, and that's not even touching on the two lovely, lovely men, Jason Segel and Paul Rudd.

Second film I exposed myself to was Knowing. It begins interestingly, builds up to something interesting, gets even spooky, and hilarious as Nicholas Cage plays an alcoholic MIT professor who never gets hung over and (over)acts like a psychopath through the entire movie. He is supposed to be this sweet overprotective dad, but he no longer has the charm to sell it, he can't really sell anything except for the crazed aspect of his character, which is funny as everyone else acts as he's solid as a rock. Shit happens, airplanes crash yada, yada, yada. But it's too long, there is good stuff in the movie, somewhere, but it's smothered by boring, repetitive Nicholas Cage. GET GOOD AGAIN YOU DICK!!!

Third film, I was abducted to was The Haunting in Connecticut, I missed like ten minutes, maybe, of it, but I gathered immediately that the protagonist was skitzophrenic, he was living in a cellar where he saw shit (like in the amityville horror! OMG) and he was losing grips on reality and the previous owner was a creep that mutilated corpses. Throw in some boring visual cues and trying to be SUPER SPECIAL AWESUM EDITOR and I walked out to see

Duplicity! I love Clive Owen, I love spies! I should love this film! But alas, no, I don't. It's a new entry into the PLOT TWIST genre, a series of film who's only reason for being is to show off the awesome plot twist, and so it lives and dies by it's twist. Too bad I called it in the first 20 minutes of the film, and it's two hour long. I won't say I wasn't entertained, but the obstacle and the "tension" the film is usually
"omg u r a liar!"
"no u!"
"k lets hav sex!"
in tiny scenes interspersed throughout the movie used to "flesh out" the plot and the characters, these things are very grating. The cast is stellar, but the script is shit. Oh, and no spy knows Chemistry, amirite!?

I'll rant about something else later, or when I have something personal going on :D

I have been thinking about writing something of worth, for quite some time now, but I fail every single time, but honestly, I have been trying. I want to, honestly. Instead, I make 3D stuff. Find 3D glasses and you will be happy.

I was going to write something of interest but... I kind of got distracted.


1. Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random - The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. Go to http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 - The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. Go to http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ - The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result.

Lookie what we gots here in California! Suck it everywhere else.

I may just have had somewhat of a cinematic orgasm.

I make no excuses for my Friday love, I am fully aware of the quality of the movies of the series and some of them, fuck it, I don't even like them. But they're important, y'know. He is probably the most prolific on screen serial killer in the history of cinema, and his evolution and his various incarnations are all meaningful, despite the films light hearted creative process.

Derek Mears and the beautiful, beautiful people at Michael Bay's Platinum Dunes have created a lean, mean killing machine, worthy of the high fanwanking standards held against him. Gone is the silly sci fi, gone is the silly mystical mojo voodoo telekinetic zombie stuff. All we have is a man that knows nothing but hate and death and wants his home to be left alone.

And of course these stupid (but ultimately lovable) kids decide that Crystal Lake is the place to be. And I somehow get the feeling that the stress of Alien Robots was getting the better of some of them. God I love Michael Bay!

Jason feels real, as in a real human, having more to do with one John Rambo than whatever he had become when the sixth film rolled around, and everything is better for it. The kids as well, are funny and likable. For once, I didn't want most of the kids to die. (The only people I've ever wanted to survive were Crispin Glover and his friend in Part 4) But die they must, but not without smoking pot or showing tits first! It's odd, the movie is hardly timeless, as it's very modern, but the spirit of it is very much an 80's comedy, with better dialog.

Unlike most of the series, it succeeds at being a horror film, and a good watch, and making me so happy about everything that even showing a rather long sex scene with "stupendous breasts" didn't manage to raise any flags which it surely should under any other circumstances. I was just that happy.

Having all your dreams come true is the best <3



In other news...
I got nothing.

BLAH BLAH BLAH Tagging is for the lamers.

( I don't feel too good. )

The Predator does.

Was doing some Tarot for GOONS ON THE INTERNET yesterday, got the seven of pentacles three times in a row. What are the odds, eh? (Only did it three times, I got sleepy)