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[Keiseth]

That sounds like something I have to try one day. Maybe you can get the names of each type of bread for us! :D

[chaoticag]

Nothing interesting in the past few days Kagus?

[Kagus]

Honestly?  No.  But there was something today that might spark a bit of interest.  Namely, Film and TV class managed to arrange their way out of both choir and wash duty while simultaneously blocking off both the kitchen and the rec room in order to film a few scenes.

Power is fun.  Obey the camera.


In other news, I'm sick again.  Just a little cold, but annoying nonetheless.  'Twas good to get out of choir practice and let my throat rest a bit. 

Not that I took things as slow and easy as I probably should have.  Dancing around in a monkey costume that's just a teensy bit too small is not exactly a restful pastime.  But, hey, I do what I must in order to complete a quality episode of this particular action series.


We're also practicing some on-scene things for our student night, including both serious and not-at-all serious productions.  Sometimes we even blend the two themes into one show.  We've got a "Stomp" band where I play percussion on my laundry hanger (what the heck do you call those things?), a regular band where I might end up playing rhythm guitar for "Country Roads" (and where I also play a voice inside someone's head, but that's for a different song), and a "Skiringssal's Got Talent" show where I will be playing two roles.  The first will be as "The Amazing Snake-man", where I will demonstrate my flexible abilities, and the second will be as a caveman, where I will show off my talents for both hunting and gathering.

There's also an on-stage sitcom planned, but I don't know much about that.

Then we have the filmed sections, which will include "Saturday Facts", a short program that aims to bring more respect to those afflicted with such obscure diseases as "Bicyclemania", "Chronic Uselessness", and an as yet unnamed personality disorder which resulted in a poor man becoming convinced that he is, in fact, a potato.

This will be precluded by the scheduled news broadcast, which includes a riveting story about the rising pornography culture in Sandefjord and how it is affecting the locals.  Not to mention our short warning about nothing, along with a couple commercials for nothing, and a news story about how the previous year's students have been slaughtered and used as food for this year's group.


John Smith had his first meeting with the school board today regarding his return to school, the lawyer who is representing him was present.

The council has decided to not make a decision yet.  They'll do it tomorrow.  Or maybe the next day, because they're very busy.  And they can't submit the case to the higher-up board, because the person they'd need to submit it to is exceptionally busy until two weeks from now.

So, yeah.  Nothing is certain, and it sounds like they're trying to keep him out by making a decision when he's not there.  I really hope this thing works out.


The fun part is that John is currently allowed on school grounds as a guest, so he gets to hang out for a little bit.  We'll have to show him the stuff we've worked on in his absence.


Student night is this coming Saturday.  I misread an announcement.  We have slightly more time.  Still not enough, but we'll just have to deal with it.  Boo hoo.

We really should have worked over the weekend, but no one could be assed to do it.  I've only got myself to blame for that though, since I'm the one in charge of assing them.  At least for the action series.  And the pornography report.  Which, by the way, is actually far more interesting than it sounds.  What we did was interview a few people outside of F&TV.  Completely normal, boring interviews.

Except we geared our decidedly open questions towards answers that can have their meaning changed in the editing room.  A few snips there, a few here, a few new questions, and suddenly we've got a porn star, an innocent student who doesn't know what he's getting into, and a child prostitute.  We'll be interviewing one of our own in order to provide direct answers that fill in the blanks.


Ohh, sweet glory that there happen to be a couple world-class Counter-Strike players here...  And I do actually mean world-class.  These guys were pro for a while, representing Norway in various competitions.

But saying "aim", "shot in the back", and "communication is important" without once mentioning that you're talking about a PC game, that's solid gold.


Now I'm going to wander off in the general direction of nowhere.  I'll see if we're going to do any more film work this evening.  If not, I'll go play Rainbow Six: Vegas on someone else's Xbox.


Oh, by the way.  Last year's music class will be performing a concert at 7:30 tonight.  Great fun.

[Kagus]

Quick update.  Music class concert was fun, and included a bassist who looked almost like a cross between Dan Aykroyd and Andrew Stockdale.  Luckily, he played better than he looked.

Fast forward to today.  We've been rushing like madmen to try and patch together a working student night before it's time to run the damn thing, and we're a teensy bit strapped for time as you may have figured out.  I actually have doubts that we'll push it out in time.

The action TV-series is so horribly bad it's almost painful to watch.  But I do laugh when I see it, if only because it is so bad.  I'm sure it will be highly appreciated.  I'm also sure we won't make the same mistakes next time.

No one is going to have the foggiest clue what's going on, to be honest.  The thing is patched together so roughly that even I get lost when I watch it.  And I know what's supposed to be happening!

Well, sort of...


Anyways, I'm hoping that the individual quality of the scenes will provide the necessary enjoyment.  Really really hoping.


Then we've got a sitcom parody which will be performed live on stage.  Since we're a little strapped for actors, I will play Ross Geller.  I do not look, sound, or act like David Schwimmer.  Especially not in Norwegian. 

That was a peculiar sentence.


I'll also be playing someone's wife in a parody of some children's show gone wrong.  This is particularly fun, since I haven't shaved since last Saturday and you can make a wool blanket out of my leg hair.  Plus a hat.

And my dress is exceptionally tight.  That helps.


The show-gone-wrong thing is part of a sketch where some program exec is trying to bring back the "good old" children's shows, to replace the brain-melting cartoons of the modern day.  However, it's been a long time since these childhood icons have performed, so they might not be quite the same as you remember them.

We have Postman Pat, who has become an alcoholic who ate his own cat in a drunken stupor.  We have Bear in the Big Blue House, who has gone stark raving mad.  We even have two Teletubbies who have become debauched loonies who run porn on their stomach-screens.

Did I mention my parents will be visiting?


I'd better go and work on.  But before I leave this truly horrible library keyboard, I would like to say that my respect for Drops has dropped even further.  I didn't even know that was possible.

More on that later.  My fingers are aching.

[Kagus]

Whoog.  Well, that was our student night.  Hal-lay-lu-jah was it ever.

We were practicing like madbeasts up to the very last second.  The scheduled opening time was even put back by a few minutes because we were still working.  We ended up heading out and giving a performance that was thrown together at the last possible minute, a performance that we soon discovered had numerous holes that needed to be patched up in record time.  That, and we also experienced several mistakes.

And ya know what?  It was spectacular.  I've received word that some of the other classes are dreading their own upcoming student nights since F&TV set the bar so high. 


Let that day be remembered with a warm smile and a glow of pride.  We aced it.


We started off with the show of children's programming gone wrong.  The program exec, Drops, made a few mistakes in his speech, but nobody really expects a whole lot from him anyways.

I did a particularly well-received wife.  Although it was a relatively small role, I did my hairy best of it.  I even managed to shove some toilet paper into my dress to give me a couple boob-bumps that kept shifting into disturbing locations.

The pornographic teletubbies had a minor problem, however.  In order to display the porn in all its bumpity-bumping glory, they had to duct tape a flat monitor to the stomach of one (in fact, I think it's actually the monitor I'm using right now...).  Since we kind of lack wireless monitors, he had to remain attached to two cables supplying the screen with power and information.

Due to one of the many last-minute changes, a chair on stage was a little bit farther back than it was supposed to be.  This caused the cables to be put under strain when the pornotubby got into position.  A minor stumble from the other caused the power cord to pop out and render the screen black.

Luckily, pornotubby had already turned halfway to the side as part of his routine.  Some quick thinking made him turn around fully, allowing the audience to continue painting porn onto the screen with their imaginations.

There's a lot of other stuff to go through, but I'm tired.  Rest assured in the knowledge that we pulled it off with style, grace, verve, and only a few forgotten lines.

Also, hope for Facebook media updates over the coming week.  There were a lot of pictures taken, someone is going to upload at least some of them.

[Kagus]

Speaking of Facebook media...



There's me showing off my feminine side.  Sorry about the quality, but there's not much I can do about that.



The big projector screen we used for showing our films.  Currently showing our "Saturday Facts" program.  The man depicted is afflicted with chronic uselessness.  He later appeared on our "Skiringssal's Got Talent" program where he did nothing.  He is useless, after all.



This is us pretending we're the music class.  We're performing "Country Roads".  The one most musically-inclined person in our class was unable to attend, since the keyboard had crapped out at the last moment and wasn't functional.  I'm playing bass, back behind Drops (who needed a bold-print sheet with the lyrics to the one single bloody verse he was supposed to sing.  You can sort of make out the stand he's got it on).

Mind you, I also needed a cheat sheet.  But chords are much harder to remember than lyrics.  Right?


And, finally, there's also a picture taken from when we were filming the action series.




The only thing funnier than a monkey smoking a cigarette is a man in a monkey suit smoking a cigarette,

[Necro]

Do you know exactly where your roommate is from, Kagus?
I just saw this, and excuse me if I'm not reading it all to find out.

[Kagus]

Etne.  A place known for its tractor-centric culture.

You cannot make this up.


Yesterday was not a particularly wonderful weekend for me.  We had to spend a couple hours cleaning up after ourselves in the gymnasium, and after that it was my turn to wash the bathrooms in my housing section.  That, and it was another "Bad Moon" night for me, where I sat around feeling sorry for myself for no particular reason.

However, Monday came with some fun surprises.  First of all, this is the first of several weeks that are entirely devoted to our chosen majors.  So that means there's no special cleaning duty today, nor choir practice.  Nor minichoir on Tuesday.  I really don't like singing when I'm sick.

Furthermore, as a special celebration for managing to pull together a good show, we've been given the rest of the day off.  So long as we clean up the editing rooms, that is...


So Monday is making up for Sunday in terms of slacking off and relaxing.  We're on call for morning gathering next week, so we'll probably be working a bit on that.  Luckily, we happen to have loads of deleted scenes and outtakes from the stuff we put together for student night, so we're set.

Ha ha...  Oh man, I really can't wait to show off the outtakes from one of the shows...  We ended up having to drop most of that scene because we just couldn't film it.  There are around thirty-five clips that just dissolve into desperate laughter as we all lose control and let the pressure out.  I was cameraman for several of the clips, and I had to bite down hard on my tongue in order to keep the camera steady and my mouth shut.


The show that's from is a documentary on people living in places "Where no one would believe that anyone could live".  The only complete interview was with a guy who had been living in a shower for the past four years.

Mind you, this was a fully furnished shower.  We had a TV, a film poster of the latest neo-James Bond film, a pillow, a lamp, a cup, and several other odd knick-knacks. 

Apparently, "we" (I wasn't there for that shoot) forgot to clean up everything.  I can just imagine someone opening up the shower door to find a TV, a poster of "Quantum of Solace", and a pillow.  Slightly weirder finds than the usual chewing gum or snus wad.


Tee hee hee.  Film and TV all the way, baby.

[Kagus]

Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make.  My excrement is magnetic.


Here's what happens:  I go into one of the communal bathrooms, pick one of the four stalls, and conduct my business.  I then exit the stall and go over to the sinks to wash my hands of the whole affair.

While washing, some attractive girl will walk into the restroom.  Without fail, regardless of which one I used, she will go directly into the stall I just came out of.  Most of the time they pop right back out again and pick another, but not before I have a silent little chuckle at how fate toys with my lady-related chances.

[Kagus]

Wow.  That was a fast turn.  Average evening to bad moon in under a minute.


The evening hadn't been exactly great, but I had gone out for a walk with a group of girls.  I even answered a couple questions, which is about as much socialize as I can expect to get with my limited initiative.

After the walk, I was doodling around on a guitar in the rec room when I get called over by someone in one of the evening knitting groups (one of the "extra" classes here is knitting, and a significant portion of the girls picked it.  My roommate also picked it for some reason).  She informed me that since the TV was on, the sound clashed with my guitar playing and made an awful racket.  So I should either play out in the hall or not play at all.

Now, I would have had no problem if she had just asked me to please stop playing since it was clashing with the TV.  But the manner in which she told me to stow the instrument ruffled my feathers.  So I put the guitar down and played a round of billiard, smacking the balls as hard as I could.  When the board was clear, I picked the guitar back up, sat down next to the pool tale, and resumed my musical doodling.

Short time later, it happened.


Girl X came in, walked right over to the board, and cheerily asked me if I'd like to play a round.

I had a very short exchange with her regarding my inability to be her friend due to my feelings for her.  She found a rather lame excuse to leave the room.  I started incorporating more minor chords into my playing.

It's strange.  You really can play better blues if your heart hurts.

[sonerohi]

Kagus, I've read this all and granted, I'm definitely not an expert on love or college, but you need to stop being so obsessed with getting a girl. From what I remember from page 1, you're only here for a year or two, so if you get a girl, you're gonna leave her. I mean, don't stop trying altogether, but stop kicking yourself so hard everytime you don't get a girlfriend for saying "hi".

[sneakey pete]

Sounds like a hell of a school compared to the one i used to go to. (well, i guess you can't really compare them though. the one i used to go to wasn't a boarding school)

[chaoticag]

Umm, you can't be friends because of your feelings for her?
That sounds a bit strange; I would imagine it would be easier to get her as a girlfriend if you were friends first.

It happened to a friend of mine, so I advise you to go and apologize or something.

[Kagus]

Dude, there is no chance of getting her as a girlfriend.  She loves someone else.  As such, it hurts to look at her.  And that is why I can't be her friend.  I can't help that I have stronger feelings for her at the moment, and pretending that I could be comfortable with being "just her friend" would be a lie both to me and her.

And I've been kicking myself for many, many years of my life.  It's a long-standing tradition, and I'd hate to cut off a beautiful thing like that just because I'm a daft pansy who likes to whine even though he's got no damn reason to.

Besides, would this thing be half as interesting if I didn't ridicule myself in such witty fashion?  That's aaall practice, pal.


So today we had the closest thing to real school-time as I can remember here.  We sat down and watched the Shawshank Redemption, while simultaneously stripping that wonderful film of all entertainment because we had to be on our toes and write down several points about it during the screening.  We'll have to present those points sometime soon.

Other than that, the class has been dealt up into three groups that have each been assigned the task of creating a "10-minute movie".  That is to say, a movie that is ten or more minutes in length.  Quite an upgrade from the 2-3 minute films we were making in the beginning.

But then again, the action episode was twelve minutes long.  And we're not only allowed, we're encouraged to "borrow" people from the other film groups and even the other classes if we feel the need.


In offtime news, I received a supply crate from the states today.  It included one of those chocolate-stuffed Christmas calendars, a packet of sweet and spicy pecans (???), a packet of puffed Inca corn, a miniature treasure chest that swells when immersed in water, a box of tea, a carton of fruit leather (apricot), a Simpsons sweatshirt (the person I'm getting this from works on the Simpsons), and a DVD of Robot Chicken Star Wars.

I'll also be getting a new hat sometime soon.  This one will be black, and will thus make a very stylish combo with my granddad's leather coat.

I hope he doesn't want his coat back too quickly.


As for my obsession regarding persons of the feminine persuasion, bear in mind that I, unlike a fair portion of other folks, have never experienced such an arrangement before in my life.  That's a hell of a lot of time to go without companionship.  And no, despite my reputation, I do not mean that in the blatantly physical sense.


Wednesday today, and unlike all other classes and activities and such, "Downs Disco" is apparently a much too important event to be put off just because the school has gone into "crunch mode".  At least I'm not involved this time.

The Brit was sitting at one of the library computers.  He's one of the people signed up for the dance affair.  He got up just a few moments ago, most likely to get himself properly stoned before the guests start arriving.

Scratch that, he was off taking a piss.  Damn, I am one judgemental bugger, ain't I?


Uhh, can't think of anything else to write.  Gonna go wander around for a bit, maybe eat some Inca corn.  Much as I'd like to see that DVD, I find myself slightly lacking in the area of things that are capable of playing it.

My laptop has been purged of the Daemon, but although it is now in perfect working order, it is no longer in my general area.  My dad took it back up to my granddad's so that he could hack it into shape.

I think computer science is one of the few areas where you can fix something by hacking it...

[Kagus]

This is Skiringssal, where the kitchen chief plays the Crazy Frog song during afternoon aerobics, and nobody laughs at "Airplane!".  Except me, of course.


Did I mention that Smith has been accepted back into school and will be able to rejoin the routine on the fifth of next month?  I know I told someone...

Anyways, aside from that, not much has happened.  Drawing and painting class was off in London for the past week, where they all slept in the same room, got sick, and saw the "We Will Rock You" musical.

My ten-minute movie (which has now been changed into a ten-minute max movie, expected to be around eight minutes in length) group has had some problems with planning, since the third member is currently MIA.  Since we couldn't just sit there and do nothing, we began laying down the plans for a zombie film.  Since I am somewhat learned in such matters, I have been a great aid in working out the pointless details.

If he doesn't like what we've put together in his absence, he's got no bloody right to complain.


I've been getting the eye from a gal in Sports and Outdoorsmanship.  Gonna go ahead and encourage it.  Who knows, might be fun.  I have no idea about her personality, but her roommate's a sweetheart and they seem to get along quite well.


Speaking of fun, I'm bored out of my skull.  I think everyone left to get hammered, considering it's a weekend.  Think I'm gonna go wander around for a bit more, maybe start writing out the rest of that scale I've been working on.  Or doodle around on one of the perpetually out-of-tune guitars around here.

What gets me is that I've got this nagging feeling that I've got better things to do.  But that's not something I want to think about right now, I'm too tired.  We had pizza this evening, you see.  I'm worn out from all the eating.


Whee.