Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Hard Knock Life

Unfortunately I have been distracted from my duties as a public informant these past two months. But fear not, I shall make up for my absence in a blaze of desperate bad entertainment (replacing the well-known and loved university level education i have hitherto regaled you with) clawing at the air to avoid falling into the pit of obscurity now that my readers have ceased reading me.

Ok, apology over let's get back to explaining and complaining about the world.

you see these past weeks I have been travelling the world doing research for my thesis on modern smartassophy which I am currently writing in between educating the masses on this blog. The document is currently some 8000 words so shant bother you with the whole thing but rather continue my time honored tradition of being short and to the point. Therefore i shall give you some bullet-points of what I have learned through painful experience on my recent trips to a music festival and subsequent trip wandering the Corsican mountains. They are listed below in no particular order.

-- live pikachu are a poor choice for headwear during thunderstorms

-- flip-flops are not appropriate footwear for mountain climbing

-- one should bring more than one pair of socks on a weeklong mountain climbing trip

-- A seventy pound roll of toilet paper is simply useless on a mountain top

-- there is no need to bring a copy of Monty python's life of brian to a poetry reading

-- wearing more than seven sombreros to an indoors Shakespearean play will tend to rile the audience behind you

-- while tiaras might look nice they are impractical when competing in a head-nodding contest

-- they do not let you bring medieval lances on an aeroplane

-- the corsican national mascot is a black guy with a white ninja headband

-- an iron maiden is not a cozy place for a picnic no matter how much ant repellant you've brought

-- Mario is more famous than i am

I'm back baby

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

the tale of Tealkounikoiueanyuiyen the louyougen

First and foremost i apologize for the title of this post. The post has almost nothing do with either Tealkounikoiueanyuiyen, hero of the fantasy-kingdom-shire-middle-earth-resembling-but-legally-distinct-place series*, or the proud people of the Louyougen**. It was not my intent to dissappoint avid fans of this popular franchise, but their names clearly display the point i wan't to make. Which in case you were wondering is coming up. my point is that there is an issue with the names in fantasy literature.

fact is that the names in fantasy, whether it be literature or games or whatever, sound like the uttering of howler monkey who sat down on a frozen banana in a most unfortunate way. now there is nothing particularly bad about this in it self, but it does make the story difficult to follow. This is because fantasy also contains a great deal of self invented flora and fauna. add to this the fictional geography with the same name issues and it makes for difficult to follow sentences. let me give you an example:

"In the depths of the couaoeond*** deeeeaeeack was searching vehemently for the fabled Geeea-spououout"

now while it isn't strictly impossible to follow i think most people would agree with me that it would be a challenge to read out loud. Sure it's possible but we all know tongues look their best before being tied in a knot.

In some cases they might as well have written the names in Russian because frankly Столичная the drink makes the same amount of sense that tewaattyeacaeakee the elf does. Sure we know roughly what they are, one is a russian drink so it's some derivative of vodka and the other is an elf so it's some derivative of a golden haired, muscular, pointy eared super-being whose parent's tragic death while he was an infant led to him being raised by an old wise hermit whose tough outer shell really only is defense mechanism to hide the fact the he loves this elf child as was it his own, which is also evident through the fact that this old monk taught the young elf about his powerful but almost forgotten fighting technique that allows the elf to fight evil wherever he finds it. Not that teawaeattyeacaeakeea has no problems, as an elf in the lands of men he must overcome the cultural differences which his witty sidekick, the kings son in disguise, lovingly help him with as they form an unbreakable friendship while working to defeat the ultimate evil Feasibility.

frankly, I have no idea why they pick such retarded names sure they fantasy'ish but we, the readers, cant follow what hell is going on and we sure as hell cant guess what kind of person this is, not to mention that reading the story aloud is a definite no go.

my solution to this is that we give fantasy characters tried and true names from the real world. just imagine the grandeur of the tale of Joe the elf. We all know exactly what's going on here, a nice guy goes on quest to fight something evil'ish.


*a brilliant series, i advise evryone who likes fictional literature to look it up

** now i'm just a big a fanboy as everyone else here but let's just admit it they're elves with cat tails

*** pronounced /ˈkʌnt/ or kunt if you must know

Thursday, April 15, 2010

the modern man's guide to the rights of women

The state of the world really is poor. So many men out there just do not know how to behave around women. As the fighter for equal rights i really and truly am i feel it is my duty to take up yet another cause for the benefit of mankind. I will enlighten all these sad and sexist hogs. I call these helping guidelines "The modern man's guide to the rights of women." You my fellow man would do well to learn these simple guidelines well prior to your next encounter with a woman

Article 1. General guidelines

A. Remember your place
A man should always remember when he is around women that he is just a man. They are women and as such deserve your adoration, aid, dedication, honesty, best manners and testicles.

B. Remember that you are wrong
We might as well face this straight away. Women are ALWAYS Right. They are right regardless of what they are saying or how they present their position. To even suggest that these things are relevant is to misunderstand, they are not right because their statements correspond with reality but because reality corresponds with their statements.
Addendum: You might at times get the odd sensation that a woman has made a mistake. Don't be afraid. What is occurring here is not as it might seem a woman being wrong, it is merely your small male brain that is incapable of grasping her perfect logic. You should not contemplate this further as it might lead to unnecessary headache.

C. Do not try to lead if a woman is present
In correspondence with guideline B article 1 a woman is always the better leader. Due to their ability to be right, ALL THE TIME, they are also the better leaders. It is completely relevant that you are incapable of seeing how shopping could possibly solve the problem of the enormous phone-bill having remained unpaid. If you feel any unease with this i refer you to the addendum to guideline B.
Addendum: This guideline is particularly relevant to corporations. When assembling a board of directors the minimum amount of women should be 90 percent as they make no mistakes and lead far better than any man could regardless of how qualified he might seem to your limited male mind. A single man should be included though, this is done in order to ensure that if any difficult math or reading is required to make a decision it can be performed at need. This last part is absolutely vital.

D. Perform your duties
The more equal sex cannot be expected to perform menial tasks such as opening jars, driving a car without crashing, protecting themselves, moving furniture or taking out the trash. Because of this it falls to us, the less equal sex, to serve as waiters, chauffeurs, human shields and slaves when the need arises. This is the main reason why women in certain countries are not expected to perform military service, they are much too valuable to be lost in martial conflict. Men however should, each and every one, report to your local military for training.

E. Respect their fight for equal rights
Women's struggle for equal rights is the most noble thing any person could possibly commit themselves to. No thing you could possibly be involved in is even remotely as important as this. You should leave whatever you are involved in immediately and without question to help if you are called on to do this by a woman. It doesn't matter if you are putting out a fire or saving kittens, you should readily lay down your life for this cause if even remotely necessary. Always remember that all sexes are equal but women are more equal than others.

To be continued...

Big sister is watching you

-MR. Amsus

Monday, April 5, 2010

easterbunny hunt spectacular 3/3

It is a bitter day today, a bitter day indeed. A brightly colored egg lies in my reclining chair.

I've been staring at it for hours. Its pink, green and blue hues have burned into my irises. I just can't believe it happened. Everyone was on their patrol routes and all the alarms were primed. I myself had already strapped on my rocket powered rollerskates and dorsal fin safety-helmet and was ready to ignite the fuse any moment.

That was when it happened. A powerful feline shriek ripped through the air. "that bastard has gotten to the cats!!" i immediately deduced. I had to get to the cats quickly in order to save them the awful experience of being painted in pink and green stripes by a psychotic bunny obsessed with leaving painted chicken fetuses everywhere. I opted for the obvious solution and lit the fuse to my rocket powered skates. The choice was a bad one. I got the fuse for both boots lit and I got ready. problem was, that there is a slight delay between lighting one fuse and lighting the other. This delay translates to about three seconds delay between the first boot firing up and the second doing the same. This means the first boot fires off and gets your right side going rather fast while the left side doesn't move. now, when one side moves faster then the other you start to turn, and when one side moves a lot faster then the other you start to spin, and when one side moves at Mach two because it's driven forward by a rocket you start to spin, very quickly.

Now, when you start to spin extremely fast most people start to puke. and that is exactly what i did. So there i was looking like a overpowered vomit sprinkler when the other boot kicked in. So i started going forward, quickly. Seeing as how i'd been spinning at Mach two the last three seconds i wasn't exactly going the right direction either. I was however heading straight for the wall that separated the front lawn from the living room. Naturally i ducked so as not get hurt. This movement caused my dorsal fin safety-helmet to point forward turning me into a rocket powered ram. I ran straight through the wall and through the living room. well... i would have gotten through the living room if my right rocket roller skate had decided to give out that very minute. this of course left only the left roller skate, which resulted in an encore performance of the vomit sprinkler dance i had perfected earlier only the other way round. Partly from fear of death and partly from embarrassment i decided to give consciousness the slip for a couple hours.

When i came too i could see the results of my "dynamic" entrance to my living room. My living room was equal parts ruble, vomit and easter eggs. They were everywhere. pink, blue, green, yellow, red and azure. Defeat was clear and decisive. A depressed miaow found my ear and i discovered my recently clown colored cats hiding their embarrassment behind a bag of magnetic bunnyseed.

as it turns out my vomit fountain had blinded the SWAT-team guarding the living room leaving it exposed and even though Mr. E. Bunnie had fought bravely he hadn't been able to stop that easter egg obsessed maniac. The mercenaries had been no help whatsoever but that's what i get for hiring aid from "Poor Henchman inc." a bad choice i know, but it was less than half price of all the other places. The snipers had been blinded by my initial vomit fountain and thus unable to stop that furry monster from leaving.

you're probably wondering why Chuck Norris didn't stop the monster. Sadly, some terrorists had taken the British queen's dog captive and was pressuring the British parliament into giving animals equal rights by threatening to feed the dog poor quality dog food, which would just ruin it's beautifully shiny coat. Damn that PETA!!!!

-Vil. E. Amsus

Friday, April 2, 2010

easterbunny hunt spectacular 2/3

The preparations for the yearly hunt are coming together nicely. The infrared- and motion detectors have been set up.

There are a few bothers of course. It's hard to walk around the living room without stepping in magnetic bunny seed, which is alright i guess, but the cats keep messing up the piles. The motion detectors are a worse bother as they set off the alarm every time you enter another room. But i manage, as long as you remember that the code is 2222222 you can easily shut of the alarm.

The SWAT-team arrived early this morning so that's working out great as well. A very professional lot they are, nice and clean guns. Their commander, a mister E. Bunnie, is a really nice guy. He is quite short though and he has giant ears, but he isn't to blame for his genes, i do think he should cut his mustache though. I swear, if i didn't know any better i'd have sworn those were whiskers.

iv'e taken him through all the security details we've setup patrol routes for his people. three groups of two and one solo guy each group watching their own part of the living room. What a brave guy he is volunteering to be the partner-less guy, you just gotta respect that.

As a thanks for his help i've told mister Bunnie to take what ever he wants from the fridge. As a result of this iv'e run out of eggs twice today even though i bought a pack of fifteen just a couple of hours ago. But that really isn't much of a problem, i'm perfectly willing to pay for a couple extra eggs if that'll keep him and his team at peak performance.

yes, everything really is coming together nicely. The snipers have confirmed that they'll be here tomorrow and Chuck Norris has taken a few days off to help me and is according to his last text message currently running across the Atlantic ocean in an effort to warm up before getting here.

OH! the mercenaries have just rung the doorbell so i'll have to leave you now. i'll tell you how it went once the hunt is over sunday.

-Vil. E. Amsus

Thursday, April 1, 2010

easterbunny hunt spectacular 1/3

As easter rolls around once again i've begun preparations for my annual easterbunnyhunt. I am determined that this year that furry bastard will not just leave a taunting, brightly colored piece of chicken menstruation and be out of there with no further notice. No, this year i will get him.

To prepare this year i've decided to do several things differently from last year. Obviously, since he got away, two sets of infrared detectors, a sexy plastic decoy bunny for distraction, seven motion detectors, a pile of magnetic easterbunnyseed and a giant horseshoemagnet just doesn't cut it. This year however, things will be different.

For starters i've called in professional help. Two squads of shotgun wielding mercenaries will be patrolling the perimeter, and one SWAT-team will be securing the living room. Beyond that i've bought a set of rocket powered rollerskates to allow me to catch up with him in case he tries to escape capture once spotted. Two snipers armed with tranquilzer darts will be placed on the roof to ensure that no attempts to enter from open areas are successful.

The automated defenses have been amped up as well. Infrared detectors at every window and at least two motion detectors in every room. it's all on separate circuits to make hacking them impossible. Iv'e scored another two giant horseshoemagnets and several piles of magnetic bunnyseed dot the livingroom.

As a last resort I've called Chuck Norris for help and, luckily, he has promised show up if he can find some spare time in between kicking terrorist butt and being awesome.

that furry bastard doesn't stand a chance this year.

- Vil E. Amsus

Friday, March 12, 2010

war, war never changes pt. 1

War, sounds great doesn't it ? but really it's not as nice as it seems. Despite it's inviting, sugary, almost cakelike appearence it's not always an uncompromisingly good experience. sure, pillaging, exploitation, childmurdering, genocide and dining in exotic locales sound like great fun, and don't get me wrong here, it IS great fun, but there are pitfalls to watch for and if you don't make sure to lookout for these your experience isn't going to be nearly as pleasant as it could be.

I've recently completed my doctorate in warology at bumhug university. in connection to the studies necessary in order to write my dissertation on the strategic consequences of ice cream trucks in medieval Europe i was alerted to the ignorance of the general populace on the topic of strategically disadvantageous alternative determination. This neglectful education of the populace is what motivated me to begin this series of public service updates at my blog.

To my dedicated readers i bring these pieces of advice in the hopes that it may help you avoid unnecessary bother while waging war. no need to thank me i'm merely a kind soul who wishes to help my fellow man wage an enjoyable war.


Monday, March 8, 2010

what other people think

They say the coolest people are rebels. rebels don't care about what other people think about them, and thats why they're cool. Everybody loves them, except me. I don't care that people like them, i'm just too cool to care about that. I don't care that people might think i'm weird because i don't look up to rebels and try to be like them. I will not be constrained be these pointless norms. I didn't land on Rebel-infatuation, rebel infatuation landed on me!!

I cannot accept this society of rebel-worshipers. I will go against the grain and fight for conformists right to love conforming. I will not stick out! I will not be different! and i will most certainly not stand firm on my opinions if other people tell me they are stupid.

no! you rebels will not make me one of you! you will not make me think you're cool! and i will never bow down to the tyranny that is looking up to rebels!
I will never be like you!



Tuesday, March 2, 2010

letting the mouth run

There is a very real danger to consider before opening your mouth. well, there's more than one but i'm doing this topic now so don't interrupt(how rude are you anyway?). give me at least a chance to get started before you start that kind of thing.

anyway, one the dangers when opening your mouth. TO SPEAK (keep your mind out the gutter, please!) is the danger of letting the mouth run. ok, so it really dangerous, but it does tend to have undesirable consequences. you might start unnecessarily elaborating on some completely uninteresting and unlikely semantical nitpicking you imagine your listeners doing, thus calling unnecessary attention to it. Or you might add superfluous additions to your statement in order to avoid misunderstandings, and subsequently causing everyone to misunderstand. or most likely you'll get so caught up in your statement that you'll make long and useless lists of examples just to make sure everybody gets it, and this way getting everyone bored and unable to listen making sure nobody gets it.

but what exactly do i mean with letting the mouth run? it's when you try to say something but end up making your argument or statement much longer than needed because you do something stupid like adding an explanation of something everyone already figured out.

the real problem with letting the mouth run is that you risk drifting of subject by referencing some previous event that has no bearing on the subject whatsoever. just like that one time I bought a bacon cheese burger at burger king. I stood for a long time trying to figure out what king double deluxe meant, while my friends bought their box-spring fries and pepperjacks (at least thats what I think they're called) after trying to solve the mystery of the menu i finally gave up and asked my friend what was good. and he said that the bacon cheese thingy was alright. to make a very short story very long, I asked the attendant how much it was and he answered something but I don't remember the figure except that it was pretty much the most expensive thing they had. however it wasn't more than the hundred kroner (danish currency for the perplexed) at my disposal so I asked the attendant for one of them. he brought the so-called burger to me and I exchanged it for my money and awaited my change. he handed me my change and i walked out of the line after putting coins into my wallet. we all went upstairs to get a table and sat down by one. I unwrapped my burger and it did indeed look alright. However as i took my first bite i realized that this was even worse than the terrible box-spring fry i'd tasted a moment ago. consequently, i gave it to someone else as i couldn't eat it.


Saturday, February 27, 2010

on yelling at walls

Once upon a time two very intelligent people were yelling at a wall.

They used well thought out arguments to prove to the wall how being a wall and standing there in the middle of the road was entirely unproductive and detrimental to getting anywhere. The wall replied by stating that it was a wall and it liked being a wall. The people explained how the wall hadn't understood anything the people had been talking about. The wall then replied that they should become walls too because walls couldn't get hurt by magic arrows falling from the sky. Now these two people weren't afraid of magic arrows falling from the sky so they returned to telling the wall how it hadn't understood what they had been talking about.

In the meantime a whole mess of people walked around the wall and got to where they were going. They lived long happy lives and even though they had to walk around a wall once in a while they always got to where they were going.

But what about the two intelligent people yelling at the wall?
i don't know. If they haven't moved by now they're still standing there yelling at the wall.

Interpret this how you will

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Credits = Moneyz

Through my entire experience with science fiction i noticed something, every currency is called credits. Now naturally this isn't the only thing I've noticed about science fiction, but it is the only thing I feel like mentioning right now (there might be more later i haven't decided)

there isn't neccesarily anything wrong with naming the currency credits if nothing else it is very futuristic. However it does seem to be turning into quite a cliché and therfore doing it is just lazy writing. I find the cliché status of this curious, as i don't see anything particularly natural about the name credits.

I mean, most (if not every) currency's name don't translate directly "money" in their native languages. Dollar or shilling for example. And this is the real problem with "credits" it literally means money (well´, it literally means credits, but you know what i mean)which translates the protagonist states that he doesn't have the 20,000 credits the space ship costs but only 3,053 he's really saying that he doesn't have 20,000 moneyz but only 3,053 moneyz. This just sounds like the captian, commando or jedi doesn't master basic grammar (yes, i'm aware of the hipocracy)and really we don't want protagonist who sound like three year olds, thats just pathetic.

Couldn't the celebrated writers of science fiction think of something better. I know it'd have to be done carefully, but these are talented people. Somethings should have to be avoided of course for example star bucks, republicoins and space dollars show obvious problems. In spite of these dangers i think we should demand more from our science fiction.

to quote a friend of mine: "just saying"


Saturday, February 13, 2010

another one

so, i've been wracking my brain in order to figure out something to write about. As you might have guessed it is not going awfully well. Some stuff happened since last i wrote here, sure. But really none of it is worth writing about and so the solution to my problem was to write about that. Is that really worth writing about? you may be asking. and truthfully, no. so why are you doing it? don't you have something better to do? those are the likely questions to continue this conversation. The answer is of course: i have plenty of better things to do, but none that are less boring. And therefore blogging it is. "hmm" your'e probably thinking "how am i going to suggest that he should stop this then" and as much as i'd love to help you figuring it out i don't have any good ideas myself, hence the blogging.

in any case, i think the moral complications of continuing to waste your time with this inane ranting is growing to an unmanageable size. Therefore i think i better postpone continued writing till a latter date


Thursday, February 11, 2010

my first update

So, for the minority who hasn't guessed it yet this is my first update (or whatever you call these things). Not that it really matters (few things do) but i intend be at least mildly entertaining in this blog. That is if i can be bothered do keep doing this (i make no promises). At this point i haven't really decided on anything about this blog. it'll have words and it will be in English but that's rather obvious by now. The content and format however, the jury is still deliberating on that. It'll probably be about everything, nothing, hip hop, culture, cooking,video games, thoughts, movies, books, opinions etc. Actually come to think of it, it'll probably just be a collection mouthdiarreah attacks like this one. I don't know how often i'll post updates here, but at least once every other millenium (i prefer not to disappoint). There won't be a great degree attention devoted to the grammar of this blog, which is a symptom of my severe case of laziness and not stupidity as some people might theorize. well, this is turning into a rather long introduction without any real information so i think it's about time to shut up.

enjoy or not at your convenience