10.09.2004

Movies, part II

Am watching James Bond - The Spy Who Loved me. It is really funny to see a movie that old display what was at that time state of the art gadgets. I laughed heartedly, and asked my parents, whom I was watching the movie with, if we were gonna laugh that much I 20 years about today's movies. My stepfather answered: Well, yes. Some might say we are laughing about them now. At least, I replied, our fighting is better choreographered than that. So my point? No point! Just wanted to tell more about one of my great hobbies.

I watched a movie the other day, Kongekabale. A Danish movie, an therefore untranslatable. It must be for Danes, what Fahrenheit 9/11 is for the Americans, except for the fact that the Danish movie is fiction.. Or at least it claims to be. A very good commentary to the Danish government and the political system at large. It's been quite awhile since I last watched a Danish movie, and actually enjoyed it. For all of you Danes out there: Watch it!

10.05.2004

Updates

So. Now I have all these things, that I haven't told about, because I have been to busy to blog. And as an update, I don't know if any of them makes sense. But then again: I don't know if any of my previous postings makes sense, so I'll just go ahead.

Movies:

I went to see M. Night Shaymalans The Village the other day. I am often surprised that movies like that offer no surprise to me, what so ever. For those of you, who haven't yet seen it, I will not carry on my rant about this particular movie, but move one to the more general aspect: For years I was convinced that my inability to be surprised had something to do with me being a roleplayer, and having witnessed so many scenarios played out on my inner screen, I had seen it all. But that was not it. Many of my friends, all of whom play, are still very much surprised of those kind of movies. Like the Sixth Sense and The Usual Suspects, just to name the ones on top of my head. Neither had the impact on me, that they had on my friends. Don't get me wrong, I truly enjoyed them, I love movies, but I saw it coming. The "surprising plottwist, that no one expected, and that turns the movie upside down". Even though I did see it coming, I just enjoyed the movie even more, seeing the subtle hints, that are placed throughout the movie, instead of just recalling them, when the movie is done. I like my way of seeing movies. But I do wish that I could be surprised, and just once leave the cinema with an expression of awe, and a feeling that I sooo did not see it coming.

I like jokes.

I was told a joke the other day. I didn't get it at first. So I turned to my partner in crime: Morten, my fellow humor-enjoyer, and author of LPoTD - Lousy Pun of The Day, and told him the joke. He didn't get it either. Why do I tell you this? There are two reasons: First my surprise, and second, his answer. But I am being premature here, let's go back to the story. So the surprise is this: First of, I am told a joke, that I haven't heard yet, that is pretty special, it doesn't happen that often, but then I tell it to Morten, and he hasn't heard it yet either. Now, between us two, a joke that is new to both of us is something of a rarity. I don't recall that has happened ever before. And then neither of us understood it. See that is even more surprising. We were with some friends, cooking dinner when that happened, and one of the girls starting giggling, and explained the joke to us. It wasn't really all that funny, but quite witty, and a good pun. No, sorry folks, it is, like so many other puns, intranslatable. Ofcourse, Morten and I were crestfallen, and the girl asked why we reacted like that. And Morten answered: Because we are the ones around here, who prize ourselves as being the masters of jokes. Now this is where my obsession kicks in, and I start thinking about this. Not right away, of course, but over the next couple of days. And once I start obsessing, I see all sorts of ghosts. What did he mean by that, I think. And when the first couple of days had passed, and I still hadn't found an answer, I started obsessing about obsessing, and thinking, why do I so obsess about this? The point to my story? It is actually at the beginning. I like jokes. And a joke that is new, is something of a rarity..


I am sick.

I hate being sick. I am really lousy at it too. I try to snuggle up in bed, watch movies and get better. But I really do suck at it. I always end up feeling sorry for myself, and people hate being around me. So when I am sick, I end up alone and bitter. I hate being sick..

10.02.2004

Awake

She lies awake
A smile on her lips
A kiss still lingers there.

Her heart pumps heavily under her naked breasts
Her hips twitches with desire
She close her eyes and dreams
of things to happen later
Right now she is content
To wait a little longer

An hour pass
she's still awake
Her eyes try to force his open

But no amount of desire
will wake him from his slumber

Still she quivers with desire
Her skin remembers his touch
A flash of pain as she recall
the love they made last night

Another hour he still sleeps
her fingers touch his cheek
It's cold for the touch
but she notice not
her body hot from fevered desire

She kisses his brow
her heart leaps with joy
she think she sees him flinch
But there is not enough kisses in the world
To make him open his eyes

An hour more she lies awake
The night pales into day
Still she look at his eyes and will him to blink
So he can take her in his arms
and make the nightmare go away

And hour more, the sunshine blaze
She gives up, and tries to shake him softly
But his blank eyes stare at the ceiling
And he doesn't make a move

Now the anger flares in her again
She pushes her knees against him
But her gown only stains
With the blood from his wound
And he's dead and cold beside her.