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[Anfold]

Maybe the forum could vote for which far off country you "blog" from next 

That being said you really could use some time management.... as for the chicks.. hmmm... maybe try the lonely foreigner angle?  without being overly pathetic of course.

The costume.. ypu have long hair right? (I remember the India thread.)  It's pretty blond so you could go as David Bowie.  Your in Europe so the necessary cod piece shouldn't be that hard to find.

[Kagus]

I've got longer hair than David Bowie.  It's not quite as light though...  Also, this is Norway.  Norway is not a part of Europe. 

Seriously, they're the one European country that isn't a part of the EU.  Euro coins have a little map of Europe on them, and Norway is missing.  Idiot isolationist Norwegians...

But anyways, a David Bowie costume isn't nearly as entertaining as a Crow costume, since nobody has ever likened me to David Bowie.  I dunno, I just find it strangely funny to go dressed as a popular costume character, being someone who has actually been compared to the original.


As for the alluring "lonely foreigner" angle, I've got that down pat.  It isn't working too quickly though...

[Helmaroc]

David Bowie is a cool guy, though. And likely more well-known than Crow. Keep up the good work!

[Kagus]

Kinda depends on which group you're talking to...  Besides, it's too late now.  I've got shiny black jeans and a turtleneck shirt for my Crow costume (apparently, nobody wears leather in Norway anymore...  If this was the US, I could just hop down to the friendly neighbourhood goth-shop for all my Crow needs).

Also, which incarnation of David Bowie are you talking about?  He hasn't exactly conformed to one outfit for all his life...


Well, my folks took off for Sardinia, and I'm spending the night over at my father's cousin's house.  I've got to get up early tomorrow for my train.   There's no reason for me to get there early, it's just that there are only two trains on Sunday that have cheaper prices.  One at 7:30AM and one at 9:08AM.

Pity, since it would have been nice to stay here a little longer. 


Well, dinner is just about ready, and I should probably pack up my stuff so it's ready in the morning.  You'll hear from me sometime Sunday.

Hopefully, I'll catch the right train this time...

[Kagus]

Okay, so it's Monday.  Us guys have spent most of the day doing some preliminary planning on what we're going to do for the girl side of the party.  We have some good ideas and some...  Well... 

Some college-age male ideas.  What can I say?


We're planning on holding a bachelor auction where 5-6 guys get put up for sale.  A bought guy has to do whatever his owner wants for all day Sunday.

This is one of those things I'm half anticipating and half dreading.  On the one hand, it would be great fun, and it's something of a compliment if your price happens to go up rather high.  On the other hand, I'm not sure if Norwegian female preferences happen to include me.  That would be rather depressing.

And I don't even know if I'll be one of the ones picked out for the auction.  There are going to be two guys picked as the auctioneers, and they will decide how they want to approach setting up the whole thing.  They will choose which guys are put up for auction. 

Seeing as I'm not really a part of any of the guy-groups (I just don't socialize with them all that much), I don't know if they'll even think to pick me.


Time for dinner, I'll get back to this later.

[Dark]

You never know what might happen Kagus, you might get picked just for standing out. I dont actually know if that may be a good thing, but still. Whatever happens, goodluck!

[Kagus]

I'm highly experienced in the art of not being noticed.  I'm so good at it, I don't even have to try in order to do it.

The bad thing is, I don't even have to try in order to do it.


Since we're planning multiple events for the party, we got split into smaller groups that each have one thing to focus on.  Just a little bit easier to manage, don'tcha know.

I'm in the group that's working on making up some little sketches that we'll act out.  We spent some hours sitting around brainstorming what we were going to do.  Since I didn't really have that many ideas (or at least wouldn't be that good at communicating them), I basically just went about entertaining myself with the inanimate objects inside our brainstorming room.

I did have one idea though.  I imagined a parody thing of one of those old "private eye" films, where the lead character would be asking around and trying to find out where all the girls had gone (we don't get to use any girls in our stuff, since we're making the party for them).  The actors would basically just mime whatever was going on, while the voice of detective's thoughts (someone with a microphone) would provide a running monologue.  Also, I imagined a scene or two where the detective's thought-voice would have some trouble pronouncing with a particular word.  As such, all the actors would have to stop and wait around while the voice sorted itself out and got back on track.  I dunno, seemed worthwhile to me.

I tried suggesting it to the rest of the group.  There wasn't much of a reaction until I got to the part about having the guy's thoughts being read aloud.  That got some good reactions, and then someone started talking about how you could use that to show "normal guy thoughts" ("mmm, apple pie...  Breasts...").  That got lots of attention.

Eventually, they decided that the detective aspect wasn't really conducive to the comedic process.  A different scenario would probably yield more humorous content.

And then that got edged out by cavemen, stripping failures, and egg tossing.  I went back to the inanimate objects.


As far as the girl arena is concerned, I've started having some different thoughts.  First, there have been no girls showing such outstanding interest that they become likely candidates.  Second, there are no girls that I feel drawn towards enough to actually make a fool out myself for.  This situation is not particularly good for promoting a relationship for me.

As such, I figure it's probably best if I just forget about it and focus on other matters.  Not really a whole lot of sense wandering around hoping that someone will just walk up and throw their arms around me, and I'm not doing much more than that. 

I've found that intentionally losing hope is like pulling a bad tooth...  The process is painful as hell, but you feel a lot better when it's over.


...  Wait a second...

Goddamnit, I think my roommate just went out to the cinema again.

Guess which room is set to wash the restrooms today.


EDIT:  Caught him.  He was just going out to jog or something.  It would've been funnier story-wise if I had to wash the toilets by myself, but I really wasn't in the mood.

EDIT2:  He left his phone in the room.  That has got to be the most annoying ringtone I have ever heard.  It's not even funny-annoying like the Crazy Frog ringtone.  On top of that, the caller ID looks like a pet name for X. 


WELCOME TO FUCKING SKIRINGSSAL!

[Kagus]

9:41PM.  Socializing hopeless.  Tired of listening to all the happy people.  Going to get a couple extra hours of sleep.

Good night.

[Asheron]

Guutu nuchtu.

Yeah, that's supposibly mock-Scandinavian for good night.

[Nilocy]

Good night Kagus. Sweet dreamsies

[Kagus]

Well, there went another day.  Boy/Girl party planning hasn't really been top-notch today.  By that I mean my group sat around, watched Human Tetris and listened to music.  All on time that was supposed to be used for actually writing a script for these sketch ideas we've come up with.

Another group got carried away with supplying the girls with counterintelligence, so we weren't the only ones who didn't do anything constructive.

The auction coordinators (which includes my roommate) went through and picked out their wares today.  I wasn't even on the candidate list, let alone the final list (which happens to include someone who won't even be here on the day of payment, and who doesn't want to be on the list in the first place).

Bit of a sting, but saves me the embarrassment of not getting much interest on the market.

Also, the prize has been shortened from a full day to three hours.


We've got one more day for preparations.   On that day, we need to write, set up, and practice all the skits until they're ready for performance.  And that's just the sketch group, I'm also part of a massage parlor section that's supposed to be getting some training before they go out and manhandle the shoulders of sixty girls.  That's not too much of a problem, but still...   Oh, and I may also end up as a doorman somewhere.  Luckily, I have experience in such matters.

But those skits worry me...  We'll have to work overtime.


Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, "Good Night" in Norwegian is "God Natt".  "God" is pronounced "Goo", so it's basically "Good" without the "d".

[Kagus]

I was planning on just going to bed, but the door right across from mine was wide open.  I walked past it on the way down to the bathroom, but when I was coming back I decided to stop and peek in.  One girl fiddling with a Playstation controller in front of a TV, and two girls on the other bunk watching her play.

They notice me and look up.  I don't trust my Norwegian enough to be able to pronounce the difference between "what's going on?" and "what's spooning?", so I used English.  "wwwWWhat's happening?"

Got a chuckle, and they told me they were playing The da Vinci Code.  I came in and watched for a bit while the one girl was fumbling around the first area in the game.  After some random button-mashing she managed to turn up a few clues, but after that it was just running around in circles again.  I asked if I could try.

Two things gave me an advantage:  First, my understanding of the English language was far superior to theirs.  I could, for instance, actually read the menu.  And, I knew what the word "combine" meant.

Second, I've seen the movie.  And I've listened to the audiobook.  Twice.


As such, I managed to smash my way through the game at an increased rate.  That is, until we reached a closed window.

Damn that closed window.


Basically, we had to open a window.  In the film, they used a trash can.  But apparently, that was much too intelligent an action for the gaming crowd.  Instead, you had to stand in front of the window and pop your back while trying to lift the damn thing.

When you get up to the window, a button appears in the middle of the screen.  It has an arrow pointing down.  Having played a few cheap adventure games before, I knew immediately what this meant.

*IT'S MASHING TIME!*


So I expertly mashed the X button with my thumb until it glowed green.  But then a couple more buttons flashed and then went away.  Shortly thereafter, Bobby let out a groan and let the window back down.

After a few tries, I managed to make out "L" and "R".  Left and right buttons, naturally.  Next attempt, I smack those two babies right after I've finished mashing X.

Nothing happens.

What follows is a long and arduous attempt at getting the damned thing to open by mashing buttons.  Those poor L and R keys were getting punished for not working properly.  Everyone got to try their luck at button-stomping.  Cries for "Crash Bandicoot" could be heard.  Other cries of "you're closest" could also be heard.

I edged closer to the console while the one girl continued to compact Mr. Langdon's vertebrae, waiting for a brief spell where I would be able to switch the games for everyone else.

But since I was sitting closer to the screen then before, I noticed something weird about the L and R button indicators that came up.  The arrows were pointing UP, not down.

Peculiar...  I reached my hand over for the remote.  After another fruitless attempt, she gave it to me.

First time I tried it, I tried to find some way of releasing the L and R buttons when that thing came up.  Nothing.

Second time was gold.  I moved the LEFT and RIGHT joysticks up simultaneously.  Lo and behold, the window FINALLY opened up and we could continue.


I also got through an anagram and a cypher.  Slightly easier for someone who has a pretty good control of the language, not to mention a not-too-distant memory of the story.

Some more people came in and were made witness to my expertise with this second-rate game.  Then one girl came in, sat down, complained about being thirsty, and then suggested that everyone go down to the rec room.

So I saved the game, shut down the console and the TV, and grabbed my coat.  The rest of the group had quite a bit of a lead on me, so I figured I'd just sit down at whatever group activity they'd decided on.


I get down there and they're all watching Grey's Anatomy.


They don't lay me enough to watch Grey's Anatomy at 10:00PM.  I'm goin' to bed.

[IndonesiaWarMinister]

LOL.
Hey, why don't you see the faq for the Da Vinci Code NOW?

[Kagus]

Thursday.  I think.

Today was a standard school day, so we got to work on our old projects a little bit.  The first nothing commercial was finished off, and we managed to begin and complete the "nothing: eXtreme edition" commercial in record time.

But there was something else as well.  Every day at morning collective, a few people from one particular major will do something.  They can do whatever they want in ten minutes.  We've had slideshows, musical performances, "name that song" competitions where the other students have to come up with the answer, and all sorts of other stuff.

Well, next week is Film and TV's turn to "host" collective.  Every day with collective (in other words, Monday - Friday) requires at least one person in charge of setting up what's going to happen on that day.  He/She does not have to do it alone, but they do have to take responsibility for providing something good.

Well, the students of Film and TV decided to have two responsible people per day instead of just one.  Since we've got ten people, that means everyone gets used.  There was a bit of a shuffle as people picked their days.


You know have every school has one?  Well, I got buddied up with him.


This guy has somehow earned the nickname "Drops", which is a type of candy.  He has braces, glasses, nervous tics in both eyes, a truly unfortunate hairstyle, and one of the most befuddling brains I have yet encountered. 

He insisted that our discussion about the plans for Thursday's collective (the one we've got) be held in as private a place as possible, as no one should hear about it.  He was going to hide inside a storage closet with me, but I convinced him that the empty gymnasium was private enough for something so trivial.

I can understand a certain amount of cloak-and-dagger stuff for the Boy/Girl party, mainly because half the fun is surprising the other gender.  But ten minutes on Thursday morning?  Ten minutes that no one really pays attention to anyways?


Then he wanted to find out where we would sit and talk over the plans.  I felt like stretching my legs, and I tend to like pacing around when I'm thinking anyways.  I said that I like to walk when I'm thinking.

This was not intended, in any way, to come across as an invitation.  Apparently, it was received as such.  He started walking alongside me.

I don't "do" organized walking.  I meander around.  As such, he kept changing direction in order to maintain the exact same position next to me while I wandered around and entertained myself with a hockey stick.

This gymnasium does not have problems with sound.  I could have heard him just fine if he had decided to sit down on the sidelines and talk in a normal voice to me.  Nope.  He followed me.  He even ended up blocking me on a few occasions, since he was walking so close and kept misjudging where I was going to go.


What we're going to do for Thursday is have a little competition, wherein we will play various movie themes and people will have to guess the movie it is from (the original idea was to show scenes from various movies, but that ended up being more hassle than it was worth).  I really had to fight for that one.

No, we are not going to have "acting cards" for some volunteers to follow.  No, we are not going to mime Star Wars.  No, we are not going to show pictures of you.  No, we are not going to play the themes ourselves. 

If he were working with people about ten years younger, he would have fit in just fine.  Unfortunately for me, he's not.  I hope it works out.


We also have to agree on a song from the songbook that we'll have for collective.  That's going to be an interesting ordeal...


Uggh.  But enough Drops, lemme talk about the FUN STUFF.

The sketch deal is still looking pretty sketchy.  We've written one sketch and had a start-from-scratch spontaneous change on another.  We haven't practiced anything yet.

But.  Yesterday (I think it was yesterday...) one of the other party-planning groups was working on filming some music videos for a compilation film that they'll show at some point.  We bumped into them while they were setting up for the death metal video.

After some last-minute band member changes, a request for some help with the filming, and various questions as to who had good clothes, I ended up as one of the band members.

Now, I don't have any really good death metal shirts.  But I do have black leather police boots, tight black jeans, and some extra-long fingerless gloves (that's the best description I can give you for them.  They're basically cloth tubes with a thumb-hole).  I figured that I could just wear those articles of clothing, without a shirt, and then headbang with my hair in front of my face (I got in a little late for the white facepainting).

The effect was actually pretty damn good.  But it was also pretty damn cold, since we were filming this outside.


Man, what a blast...   Prancing around like idiots while scraping our fingers in random patterns against our instruments.  Just the messing around part was fun, but when we got around to actually editing the thing and putting the music in?  Abso-fuckin'-lutely priceless. 

We managed to get a lot of things to sync up almost perfectly with the music, which was amazing considering how we were just randomly hitting stuff.  There's a masterful bass solo that is just painfully beautiful to watch (the guy doing it is wearing some awesome Ozzy-shades), and I even get to have a nice little riff where it looks like I'm actually playing.

I am personally going to make sure that film goes on the site when it's finished.  You really have to see it.


The song is something from Cannibal Corpse, but for the music video we changed a few names around to make it more personal.  The song is now "Dollrape Rectum", from the band "Satan's Forhud" (Satan's Foreskin).  The music video is dated 1992.

We've also got a very homoerotic version of "Take On Me", and we're planning on having a gospel video in there as well.


We really need to do this stuff more often...  It's just too much fun.

[Ryo]

Things to do before I die #27: Watch that video!

Oh, and...

The sketch deal is still looking pretty sketchy.

Was that incredibly obvious pun intended?