Imaginary time capsule

Arrived in Bergen late last night, the rain was pouring down. I've missed you too, Bergen.

On the seven-hour train journey I gave Mercury Theater's War of the Worlds broadcast another listen. Still brilliant. All those little details, the technological glitches, the abrupt pauses - still scared the bejeezus out of me.

Now I finally have the time to make a sort of review too - because lo, I have seen Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1970). I'm even going to give you two reviews of it, because I'm trying to make up for The Shallow.

( Nonspoilery visual/emoticon review )

( Actual review with reflections and plot and things )

I hope to find the time to watch Wrath of Khan this evening. I'm sure that will result in the usual amount of Caps Lock.

Okay, so the bodies lie strewn about the place. He steps over one, cape gently swishing, and as he looks the scene over he... he puts his hands on his hips and does this tiny little swivel.

And from that moment on I knew I would love Darth Vader.

Yes, thanks to my friend Rune I have now finally, for the first time in my life, seen the first three Star Wars movies.

( Hours of oogling that fine Han Solo ass )

We also had this conversation:
"So Tilly, do you plan on seeing the new Harry Potter movie?
"I suppose. I'll watch anything with Alan Rickman in it."
"Me too! ...Say, have you ever seen any Star Trek?"
"Yes?"
"YOU HAVE TO WATCH GALAXY QUEST."

And we did watch Galaxy Quest. And it was hilarious.

But days of ash and cider
Are the good boy's last reward
‘Cause once they got you where they want you
They don’t want you anymore!

What's this? For once I enjoy the Norwegian entry to Eurovision Song Contest? What sort of strange parallel world have I been dumped into? (It doesn't help that I'm watching Inferno at the moment. Evil!Brig is a bit of a hunk though).

And I suppose this is as good time as any to come out of the closet and admit that for several years now, I've been dreaming about learning to play the fiddle. No really. Folk music is the shizznit.

In other news, isn't it weird how my definition of "old" is all screwed up? No, like how I can watch The Mark of Zorro from 1940 (oh yes the costumes and lighting and direction and sword fights ungh I LOVE IT), and I'm not in the least bit bothered by how it's more than half a century old. I wasn't born then anyway, at least I've seen it now.

BUT. Then I'm embarassed by the fact that today I finally saw the last episode of Cowboy Bebop. It took me two years to get through a series from the nineties, and I feel like I'm ages behind everybody else. So when I say it's brilliant, I suppose the rest of the world'll go "WE KNOW."



But yeah, it was pretty brilliant. The music, the animation, the plot... I wish there'd been more of Spike's Jeet Kune Do though. Seriously, I wouldn't have minded if there'd been a martial art style fight in every episode. And I wished they'd dropped off Ed sooner. And Fay for that matter, though she showed some potential for being an interesting character now and then. I'd settle for Spike and Jet: Space Marriage any day.

Ah, my legs hurt like whoa. I hiked to the top of Fløyen today once again, in wet snow. I bet it'll feel even worse tomorrow.

We are two mariners, our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

On my way to Norse class on the fourth floor in the Humanistic-Philosophic main building I walk past all the linguistic classrooms, and I catch bits and pieces of all kinds of odd languages. It's wonderful. I wonder if other people think the same when they hear us trying to get our tongues around words like dýrligr and hljóz.

I quite like our current teacher as well. Today we were just starting on the grammar (Hundr beit mann, mann beit hundr), and he said "If you feel this is hard, you can comfort yourself with the fact that Obama was inaugerated yesterday". And after that he quoted Øystein Sunde lyrics at us. Yes, I think I like my new teacher.

And I'm appearantly not finished geeking over the Holmes audio plays.

( In which I use the words 'adorable' and 'bedroom' )

I finally found out why I get so distracted by Clive Merrison's voice, though. It sounds so spectacularly alike to Geoffrey McGivern's, the original Ford Prefect. I have to concentrate not to make up little Alternative Universe-plots in my head about Ford Prefect driven mad by detective stories Don Quijote-style.

I can't be the only one who hears it, the similiarity I mean?

( And because I have nothing better to do: Audio examples )

Or, you know, I might be mad.

Zašto kradeš naše snove Sanela
zašto kradeš uspomene
Tudja ruka tebe vodi Sanela
tudjin pita samo pošto si?

Tiny's coming to Bergen tomorrow! She's bringing my mum's vanilla muffins, Top Gear and Star Trek TNG goodness, and herself.

I've cleaned the kitchen, uploaded my philosophy exam, discussed with my Text and Culture counselor so now my exam will be all about Vysotsky (oh the challenge) and I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT TINY COMING I hope I'll be able to sleep, I need to be there to meet her at the train station tomorrow at seven.

And on Friday is the Kaizers Orchestra concert and I'M EXCITED ABOUT THAT TOO. 250 % Tour, baby!

BUT NOT AS EXCITED AS I AM ABOUT TINY'S VISIT.

And now I think I need to go to bed because I only get more jazzed about this every minute.

I have dot com children
And dot com wife
Living my dot com life
But will I trust in breaking news
When I'm sixty five

Right, stressfull weekend aside, I want to indulge in some mindless fun. acidpenguin46 compiled a fabulous list of her ten favourite fictional characters with images and quotes and shiny things, so hey - I'll be a copycat.

I found that if there's one thing that's harder to do than to find images corresponding with literary characters, it's finding image corresponding with audio characters. After some thinking I've decided that it would be unfair to instill whatever vision I have of those audio characters in others, so watch me abusing the hell out of Imeem's embeddable sound files on this one.

( Ten characters that can pwn all your characters )

I spent way too much time on this, audio snippets and all. And still it might be entirely different tomorrow.

But now I intend to open that box of brownies, plug my laptop to the TV and watch great amounts of both The daily show and the The Colbert report. The life, I am living it.

You can feel my lips undress your eyes
Undress your eyes, undress your eyes
Words of love and words so leisured
Words of poisoned darts of pleasure

I love Franz Ferdinand. Their lyrics remind me of learning English when I was a small girl. About six, trying to sing along to an English song, but I didn't understand the words, so I just strung together whatever phrases I'd picked up.

So, it's my birthday today. Big two oh. I haven't actually seen anybody today, save for when I went to the grocery shop to get some bread, juice and feminine products. Snooky is in Sweden with his mates, partying in a cabin that incidentally belongs to a pretty famous Norwegian musician. And I'm perfectly fine with that (Snooky being away, not the musician's cabin), people must stop asking me.

Actually it's just as well I haven't seen anyone today, I'm PMSing like hell. That's why I'm so melancholy right now (yesterday I actually had to choke back tears when I was driving, because He ain't heavy, he's my brother came on. Jeez Louise.). Even though I hate the chauvinistic "Oh never mind her, it's just PMS", for once, it's just PMS. I don't want anyone to think otherwise.

So, what am I doing today? Well, I've cleaned up a bit for the party on Sunday (yeah relax, the time will definately come) and watched some Cowboy Bebop, which is what I got from Snooky for my birthday. I think I'm really rather liking it. Of course it may be too early to tell, since I've only watched the movie and five episodes. But yeah.

Mostly it's the music and design. Oh, and possibly the sweetest intro of anything animated, ever.
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Granted, I hardly understand the plots, the animation can be a bit grating at times, and the characters are almost universally boring - except the main character, of course, which seems to be the only character that was thought through. Oh, but the design! There are some really ingenious design choices!

So overall, yeah, I think I like it.