Virtual human development game

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I go by the username MrDaemon ^^ So feel free to say hi.

Synesthesia or the result of a fucked-up stomach? You decide.

Akkurat nå sitter jeg hjemme i senga mi, som nå står på stua, og stirrer på 300 ml varselstrekantmerket hostesaft. Sånt skjer når man har vært syk siden 14. juli. “Virus,” sa legen min. “Dra hjem, ikke gå noen steder, vask deg på hendene og ikke si noe.” Tror han mente at jeg skulle holde kjeft fordi jeg mistet stemmen på tirsdag og fortsatt ikke har fått den tilbake.

For to dager siden måtte jeg dra hjem fra Utøya en dag tidligere enn planlagt fordi jeg hostet som en gal og hadde prestert å smitte Susanne. Unnskyld, Susanne. Unnskyld, eventuelle andre mennesker jeg muligens har gitt det dumme viruset. (Med andre ord: Unnskyld Slottsfjell, unnskyld alle menneskene påalle  togene jeg har vært på, unnskyld familien min, unnskyld resten av RU, unnskyld…)

Soveromstaket mitt er blått med hvite, fluffy skyer. Veggene mine er lilla. To av de gamle hagestolene våre er flekkvis svarte flekkvis billakkblå. Skapdøra mi skal bli zebra med blomster på, og jeg har en skuff på veggen.

Skriftlig kommunikasjon irriterer meg ofte.

Ett eller annet er rart med stoffskiftet mitt. De tok flere prøver i dag, om en uke får jeg resultatene. Det kan jo bli interessant.

Ja, som bror sa det, jeg “drasser fortsatt rundt på et menneske [jeg] ikke helt vet hva [jeg] skal gjøre med.”

Ja da, jeg kom inn på IB-linja. Om jeg IKKE hadde kommet inn hadde jeg ikke hatt noe lyst til å gå der heller,siden det da måtte ha vært en klasse full av folk med over 5,3 i snitt.

I løpet av sommeren har jeg vært flere netter andre steder enn hjemme.

Et cetera.

(Jeg skal bare prøve noe. No worries.)

Den første dagsrasjonen av en roman skriker på en fortsettelse, men jeg skal ikke skrive.

Et halvferdig blogginnlegg om hvor lei jeg er av internett og det skrevne ord venter på meg, men jeg skal ikke skrive.

Et par dusin artikler venter på å bli skrevet på jobb, men jeg skal ikke skrive.

Jeg har vært hele tre netter på rad hjemme, det største tallet så langt i ferien.

Hundrevis av tanker dukker til tider opp over overflaten i den grå, uigjennomsiktige massen som er hjernen min, men jeg skal ikke skrive.

Klokka er 00:00. MERRY MIDNIGHT.

Kjære mennesker: Jeg savner dere, jeg savner dere, jeg savner dere, jeg savner dere, jeg savner dere. Ja, deg.

Jeg skal ikke skrive.

Fram til Onsdag må jeg på mystisk vis holde meg distrahert helt alene, men jeg skal ikke gjøre det ved å skrive.

Noe vil ut, men jeg skal ikke skrive.

Noen som har lyst på besøk? Sånn er det å ha meg i nærheten.

Jeg har lyst til å skrive brev til et menneske som ikke er et sånt ordmenneske som jeg er vant til å ha i nærheten. Hvordan gjør jeg det?

Jeg skal ihvertfall ikke skrive.

Fine mennesket, som ingen av talentene mine biter på.

Hva skjer når man ikke har flere ord, eller når ordene feiler? Det fant jeg ut nylig, og speilet minner meg på det hver dag.

Jeg skal ikke skrive, uansett hva følgene kan bli.

Inni notatboka mi er det ti brukte togbilletter, enten Gjøvik – Oslo – Gjøvik eller Gjøvik – Moss – Gjøvik, og en ubrukt bilett til Slottsfjell. Om det blir fint vær i morgen skal jeg slå opp telt i hagen.

Det er ikke å skrive.

Halsen min streiker og jeg har mistet stemmen, men allikevel skal jeg ikke ty til å skrive.

Hell no.

Vent… Faen.

Without further ado,  her er loggen fra liveshowet bror og jeg hadde i anledning “Wahey, vi får høre igjennom det nye albumet til Placebo!” Kos dere.

<B>
-MERRY MIDNIGHT
-AND
-GO!
<Invi>
-GOGOGO
<B>
-I… Am… In love.
<Invi>
-You know, if this had been released alone, I would’ve played it over and over again a million times.
-Just like I did with the Battle for the Sun and For What it’s Worth.
<B>
-Same.
-We should perhaps state what song we’re talking about-
<Invi>
-Oh yes.
-Hello, guys! This is Invi and B speaking, welcome to the live show
-We’ve both put off listening to Battle for the Sun – the album – until now, just to entertain you guys instead.
<B>
-In other words, you better be damn grateful.
<Invi>
-We’re also going to completely ignore your input and ramble on as usual.
-We were just talking about Kitty Litter.
-Now moving on to Ashtray Heart.
<B>
-I’m loving the background random game-ish music. Like the Tetris interlude in For What It’s Worth.
<Invi>
-And the random… Backgrund spanish?
-The background tune is oddly soothing.
<B>
-I’m betting Stefan wrote that.
<Invi>
-I thought that too, I mean, it’s a lot like the bass lines from Black Market Music.
-It’s a lot like Placebo’s bass lines in general, really.
<B>
-I’m a bit too distracted to pck up lyrics right now, it annoys me
-Odd ending.
<Invi>
-I’m not so sure I liked those last five seconds, but the rest…. Bliss.
-Okay, moving on to the next song, which is the title track.
-…. we’ve heard this so many times by now we know it by heart, but hey, anything for you guys.
<B>
-I actually like the repetitiveness of this.
<Invi>
-Yeah, I don’t get why people have been all “ZOMGWTFBBQ Placebo are doing repetitive things!”
-I mean…
-… you guys, that’s sort of what they do.
-You just haven’t noticed before.
<B>
-Hahah, clever move, Invi.
-For those of you who have turned the side chat off: Fifty people just posted something along the lines of “FUUUU!”
<Invi>
-I, I, I, I, I have stared down the barrel of a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun….
-I’m going to start talking like that.
<B>
-Oh goodness, Invi please don’t, we know what happened the last time you decided to do something like that.
<Invi>
-What? That was FUN!
-Meh, the sound quality of this isn’t too good.
-I can’t wait until I get the LPs.
<B>
-You do realize that giving up FOOD was a seriously foolish move, right?
<Invi>
-Meh, shut up, I gained weight beforehand anyway to get through may.
<B>
-Whatever you say…
-Actually, that’s not true, I usually argue when it comes to about 90% of the things you say.
<Invi>
-I think it’s more like 80&.
–%
<B>
-And thus, dear audience, you know it’s mutual.
-Okay, switching songs.
-Next is… For What It’s Worth.
<Invi>
-Gosh, I remember hearing this for the first time, glued to the BBC One online player.
-That was fun.
<B>
-Government funded channels, I love thee.
<Invi>
-Come on, walk with me…
-I made an outsider friend of mine watch the video for this
-And she said she didn’t like videos with labels trying to add depth to things
-I’m not quite sure what I think about the video for this yet, but Placebo have never really been big on music videos
<B>
-True… They’re not of the epic kind, but they’re still awesome
-Just not in a huge, glorious way
-Like… The video for Pure Morning is awesome.
<Invi>
-Very true.
-I think it’s a good thing that the video for For What it’s Worth isn’t as epic as the song.
-Anyway, next song iiiis..
<B>
-Devil in the Details.
-Oh, I like this, very classic Placebo.
<Invi>
-Perhaps a bit too classic, thus far.
<B>
-I think the album as a whole needs that.
-Lyrics-wise this is AWESOME.
<Invi>
-Chills, yes.
-Quick question, how many of you are listening along?
<B>
-Anyone waiting for the “real” release?
-In that case, MP3 or real CD/LP?
<Invi>
-For those with additional chat turned off: A couple of dozen people are listening along, about the same amount are waiting.
-How many have listened through it beforehand?
-This has a real kick to it, by the way, I like it
-It’s sidetracked, but not too much.
<B>
-I really want to read the lyrics for this, what I’ve picked up so far has been great.
-You can’t see it, of course, but Crumbles has got major goosebumps.
<Invi>
-Awwwwh!
<B>
-Okay, next song
-Bright Lights.
<Invi>
-I like the new drummer.
-This is a tad bit… Killers-esque?
<B>
-Only up until the point where the vocals kicked in.
<Invi>
-The sound image of this is really good, but a bit haunting.
-Which doesn’t have to be a bad thing, of course.
<B>
-You know what I’d like to hear?
<Invi>
-(I forgot to say, only about five people have cheated on us and listened through this beforehand.)
<B>
-A song where Molko sings… all the way through. No frequent breaks, fluid singing.
-This is somewhat close, but not enough.
<Invi>
-Hm, yeah, I think I know what you mean
-I agree, that would be interesting, but it would be less… Molko?
-This song is REALLY cute.
<B>
-Okay, next song up is Speak in Tongues
-Major expectations for this one
-Molkos favorite and all
<Invi>
-Okay, forget what I said, THIS is really cute.
-In a way.
-The melodic backbeat continues, and it’s awesome.
-This is epic in a different way than what our belived reviewer was talking about.
-B, should we tell them our summer plans?
<B>
-Nope.
<Invi>
-Probably for the better….
-I do wonder how they’ll pull this off live, though.
<B>
-I’m sure they’ve found a clever way.
-Pretty moaning!
<Invi>
-I knew you’d like that…
<B>
-Invi!
<Invi>
-Don’t let them have their way!
-Don’t give in to yesterday!
<B>
-Never!
-The problem with these songs is that they’re so complex you really need something with better sound quality than this fan preview.
<Invi>
-Yeah. Listening to it properly the first time will probably feel all new.
<B>
-And… Next song
-The Never-Ending why
<Invi>
-EEP!
-My heartbeat just went to fuck.
<B>
-Invi, darling, it always does.
-”Damn you all to hell”
-Oh
-Invi
-You have a little friend who will like this song a lot
<Invi>
-XYLOPHONE
-Wait, what?
-_I_ like this a lot.
<B>
-Both of you, of course.
-But you’re sort of past this stage.
<Invi>
-That’s what you get for being born into things, I guess.
<B>
-Side chat: Now spammed with a ton of “lucky bastard”s and “poor you!”s.
<Invi>
-B, are all of these our people?
<B>
-Close.
-Anyway. The song.
<Invi>
-I’m going to be playing this song a ton of times.
<B>
-*Snickers*
-Next song-
<Invi>
-Damnit, I wanted to say that
-NEXT SONG: JULIEN
-… is this the right album?
<B>
-It’s…. A froggish techno beat?
<Invi>
-Molko’s voice is, if I may say so, teh sex here.
-But seriously, the beat is scaring me
-Argh, creepy guitar
-I’m seriously creeped out right now.
<B>
-Find a friend in whom you can confide!
-Ah, grammar, how I love thee <3
<Invi>
-Break? EEP.
-I’m going to have to listen to this quite a few times before my brain can grasp it, I think.
<B>
-Julien, you’re being taken for a ride!
-Hahah, this song, like the last one, does fit very nicely for a little friend of yours.
<Invi>
-Stop making me think <.<
<B>
-You’ll figure it out.
-Julien, you’re a slow-motion suicide!
-I like that.
<Invi>
-I’m thinking “Slow-motion suicide” is a major darling of Molko’s.
<B>
-Yes, and it hasn’t been killed.
-Oh, the irony.
-I’d like to hear more of that violin.
<Invi>
-Next!
-Happy You’re Gone
-Is it just me, or does the acoustic guitar clash a bit here?
<B>
-This sounds like it’s been patched together by a handful of other Placebo songs
-Special K + English Summer Rain + Pure Morning, perhaps
<Invi>
-Yeah…
-Ths album has a lot of mood swings.
<B>
-Just like us!
<Invi>
-It feels a bit like it used to be one long unity, which has been cut up at random points, jumbled and glued together.
<B>
-You know you’re going to have to descramble it.
<Invi>
-I thought we weren’t supposed to be talking about that?
-There’s that violin we were missing!
<B>
-I think there should be a combination of more violin and more Molko singing fluidly.
<Invi>
-Oh, gosh, YES!
-And now… Breathe Underwater
-Hahahahah
-The intro made me laugh,, literally
<B>
-This is really good.
<Invi>
-Breathe underwater, I’m coming up for air
-… ?
<B>
-Invi, no french punctuation!
-This is more symbol-heavy than it sounds.
-It’s the kind of song you could encounter both in a small mosh pit and in an art exhibit.
<Invi>
-In other words, you’ll be blasting it at Burning Man this year.
-I’m thinking…. There are a lot of things you can breathe in.
<B>
-Yes indeed
-You can even do like Molko is telling you and stop breathing!
-So, what’s your impression of the new drummer so far?
<Invi>
-I really liked his part in Battle for the Sun
-I think he’s doing great.
-(Moving to Come Undone)
-Somewhat fresh, but still Placebo.
<B>
-… and he just so happens to be young and hot.
-I wonder how he landed this gig.
<Invi>
-By landing Molko, perhaps.
-But he IS good.
<B>
-I have to admit, the title of this made me think nasty things.
<Invi>
-I like the guitar in this.
<B>
-Yes, me too.
-Crumbles doesn’t, though, apparently.
-(Side chat now yells “FUUU” at Crumbles)
<Invi>
-Who are all these people?
<B>
-Nevermind them.
<Invi>
-… whatever you say
-(20% of the time)
<B>
-Oh, clever you.
<Invi>
-This is another one of the songs I feel I really need to hear in better quality.
<B>
-If you people are up to it, we’ll do a second runthrough, with lyric sheets, once we get the actual album?
-KINGS OF MEDICINE
-Sorry, just had to beat you to it.
<Invi>
-Stupid you.
-HAHAH.
-This made me throw a Placebo-infused giggle.
<B>
-More clapping.
-There are many instances of random clapping, violin and synthesisterish sound on this album.
<Invi>
-I think it adds fluidity to it all
-Which is important, seeing that there is a thematic unity here
-…. which exceeds clappng and violins.
<B>
-I really feel as if I can relate to this song.
<Invi>
-Me too.
-… I think we both know why.
<B>
-Chat: None of your business.
-Unless you already are too well-informed.
<Invi>
-Gasp! The radical radical honesty shut off!
<B>
-… it cut me off early
-”Don’t leave me here” *Snap*
<Invi>
-Same.
-… let’s listen to the last track again.
-By the way, have they changed the beginning of Battle for the Sun?
-I think it sounded somewhat odd
<B>
-Hm, I think you might be right, it could have been a tad more direct now
<Invi>
-We’ll have to look into that.
<B>
-This has more of that spanish-ish flavour.
-okay, let’s compare intros.
<Invi>
-I’d say the drum part in the beginning is a big lower.
<B>
-Yeah, I think that’s it.
-Anyway… I guess that’s it!
<Invi>
-Yep.
-Seems like people want another runthroug, so I guess we’ll see you all next week.

Man legger ut musikken på nett selv.

Ja, hele albumet ligger ute, i høy kvalitet. Lovlig. Fordi de er kule.

- Bror.

“With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true, beautiful, healthy Individualism. Nobody will waste his life in accumulating things, and the symbols for things. One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” – Oscar Wilde

Saturday, 31st of January
“The Day I Wasted” (Alle dager har en sånn tagline)
I wasted the entire fucking day – and by wasted, I don’t mean “spent doing random fun, pointless things” – scratch out the “fun”. I got up at two and started looking for a working keygen, watched a kid’s show and a MGP semifinale and read some blogs about transgender stuff. I’m starting to realize that Z is right, if my view on gender wasn’t so liberal I’d be in a lot of trouble. Really. I still haven’t opened the letter from the dentist, mainly because I found it along with five other letters lying in a drawer.

Jeg vedder på at du ikke vet så godt hva du gjorde den dagen!

Saturday, 7th of February
“The Day I was”
I like hiding candy under my pillow, only to forget it and then rediscover it, like I just did. I should do handwriting analysis of my own handwriting. Today, it occured to me that I move a lot. I get up to run the stairs, I skip around, I skank, I fidget… When I get out of here (I’m on my way!) I’ll do one thing every day that’s worth remembering later. (I try to do so, but…)
Temperature: Warmest in ages, -6!

En til, bare fordi jeg egentlig skulle ha gjort noe annet:

Friday, 27th of February
“The Day Something Definitely Happened, I Just Don’t Know What”
Blood might be thicker than water, but water is for ever. Blood even ROTS. I have that “Something has changed!”-feeling, and a hint of a “something has changed back!”-feeling. I miss ******, or at least I think so. I have M-SIX again, it wouldn’t run on unvalidated windows. “???” @ my school. The only constant in my life the past four years has been my hotmail address. I wrote a list of stuff I want to know how to do and a list of confessions.

(Men først, litt folkeopplysning og soundtrack: Den nyeste singelen fra The Horrors! Glede seg!)

(Og ja da, den er gratis å laste ned.)

Idéer, pros and cons oppgavevis:

Oppgave 1:

Pros:
Klar måte å gjøre det på, står i boka

Cons:
Vanvittig kjedelig
Har ikke peiling på hvordan man skal analysere reklame

Idéer:
Nada.

Oppgave 2:

Pros:
Diktanalyse – Det har vi da klart bra før?
Essay – Bedre tema enn de temaene på oppgave fire.

Cons:
Diktanalyse er og blir kjedelig.
Essayidéer? Har vi dem?
Helt forjævlig tvetydig dikt.
Hva slags tema skulle det liksom være?
Lei av Saabye Christensen. Kan ikke finne ut hvor det ble av gutta, slik som det var mulig å finne ut hvor pinnsvinet døde.

Idéer:
Må nok LESE diktet først…

Oppgave 3:

Pros:
Tolking – Det kan vi! (Eller så står det i boka.)

Cons:
Deprimerende tema.
Tolkning er rimelig kjedelig.
Diktene er jo helt like, da er det ikke noe gøy å sammenligne.

Idéer:
Nada.

Oppgave 4:

Pros:
Essay, artikkel ELLER kåseri – bør gå greit.
Kåseri er noe av det minst slitsomme det går an å skrive.
Kreativ oppgave – ingen tørre vendinger.

Cons:
Hva slags idiotiske temaer skal det her forestille? Kåseri om DOPING? DOPING? AAARGH!

Idéer:
Kåseri om datanerder hadde vært koselig.
Dagens kultur
Digital alder
UNNSKYLDNING FOR Å SNAKKE OM STRATEGISPILL.
Plenty av sidesporing! “This one time, at TG…”

Screw you guys, vi skriver kåseri om data.

Hva faen skal vi ha med?

DIGITALT TANKEKART TO THE RESCUE!

Dataalderen – Alderen vi er i nå. Vri på det og snakke om alderen på mennesker som bruker dataer, og så forklare at det er et alderomspennende fenomen som gjør at man virkelig kan kalle denne alderen for ‘dataalderen’.

Data er også et ord som betyr informasjon, informasjonsteknologi – og hvor er vel all informasjonen?

Man kan jo stikke innom fildeling og ha en filesharer-greie.

Hvor er den røde tråden her? Unntatt den OOo satte under ‘filesharer’, mener jeg.

Rød tråd – data, og… alt vi bruker dem til?

Snakke om ny hardware.

Snakke om ny software.

Snakke om internettfenomener.
Se på meg, jeg er så kul, jeg hadde twitteraccount mens siden fortsatt var i beta!

Da/når-historie om dataer, personlig!

Oodles, jeg kjeder meg. Jeg har… 1337 ord! HAHAH! Gosh, må holde det på akkurat det nivået.

Sånn tenkte altså hjernen i dag.