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Haven't updated this thing since April last year. A LOT have happened in that time. I've got a girlfriend now. Met her July 9th, last year. And yesterday we celebrated our one year anniversary as a couple.
We went to see a movie and then to dinner. We had a really lovely time, but then again we always do.
She makes me very happy and sometimes I manage to make her happy as well. I honestly doubt, I'll update much more often, but I thought you might like to know that. I love her very much and I know that she loves me very much too.
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Christ, it's been longer than I thought since I last updated this thing. Hopefully you people (Kyle and Mark, I guess) read this through your Friends page so you'll actually notice I updated it. Since the last time Kyle said he'd be interested in reading about what I do. What life in Denmark is like for Rasmus. If I'd actually known I would update this damn thing I would've kept a 24 hour journal, so you could see exactly how terribly dull my life is. I often wonder why I even bother getting up in the morning. It's just more of the same old shit every damn day. Which sounds pretty bad considering I don't even have a job. A brief (hmm. It'll probably be long actually. Let's see how it pans out. By the way, I'm just freestyling this or whatever you'd call it. Once I write something it stays there. Unless it's a typo/spelling error or (god forbid) a grammatical error.) run down of my day(s): I get up around 3-5 pm (at least that was the case last week), read a chapter(or the case of the latter book an act) in whatever book I have beside my bed, currently that would either be Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon (who is currently my favorite relaxation writer. IOW, writer I read just for the sheer enjoyment. Normally I read to study things, to expand my vision/knowledge) or The Complete Plays of Brendan Behan, which is everything Behan wrote in English. If you don't know Behan, he was an Irish house painter turned playwright. Garth Ennis (of Preacher and The Punisher fame) turned me on to him by constantly mentioning him in interviews and the letter columns from Hitman. Coincidently that's how I find most of the writers I read. Others writers I enjoy recommend them. After I roll out of bed (4-5:30 pm) I turn on the computer and the TV. Computer for games/comics/inking and the TV for noise/entertainment. I read some comics on the comp, or play a game, until around 7 pm where Simpsons comes on. Old reruns mostly so I've pretty much seen all of them. This is where I either switch to inking or playing a game with Simpsons as noise, unless it's a good episode. If I need to do any shopping I do this before Simpsons begins (Local supermarket closes at 8 pm). I eat while watching Simpsons. I hate eating without watching TV or a movie. Feels like I'm wasting time otherwise (Yes, I am aware of the irony). I can't read while I eat because reading pretty much requires both hands otherwise I would. I then continue reading/playing/occasionally inking until I go to bed around 5-7 am. I spend most of my time reading (when I say reading, I mean reading comics on the comp). I try to study the comics I read. To pick up new tricks as a writer and as an inker. But because I'm a lazy bastard who can't motivate myself into doing any actual writing or inking I never really get to use any of these tricks. I'm currently paying attention to grinds and transitions. The last part based on something Alan Moore said in a book or an interview once, about how it is the transitions in comics that fascinates him the most these days. Then I go to bed and wonder why I used to have so many wondrous things to ponder when I went to bed and now I have nothing. I am toying with the idea for a play though. Something I thought would never happen. The whole play medium doesn't seem to be for me. Far too much dialogue. But I got a pretty damn good idea and I want to do it. But we'll see, there's the whole lazy bastard thing. Anyway, that's a day in the life of me. Comment if you've read it. Just a little "read it" will do. -Ras
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Hey
You all, Kyle, want me to update this thing, so here is an essay I wrote for a friend of mine for school. He was getting swamped with stuff and I had previously, half joking, said I'd do his english essay for him. The fucker called me on it.
The assignment was to write 800-1000 words about something that could "save"/benefit the enviroment. I picked the electrical car, because it was probably the one thing I knew even a little tiny bit about, which was kinda important seeing as how I didn't have any internet access and either had to know what the fuck I was writing about or just make shit up.
Anyways, here it is. Enjoy
The Electrical Car
Is the electrical car the solution to the world’s problems with the environmental pollution that our traffic causes? That is the question I will attempt to answer in this essay.
A great deal of the pollution that we must deal with in our everyday life is due to the vehicles that surround us. Most noteworthy of the components of the pollution is the fuel exhaust from the vehicles. One of the most effective, and fairly obvious, ways to lower the level of pollution that the cars’ exhaust exudes, is by using electricity instead of gasoline.
There are many drawbacks to using electricity instead of gasoline. Chief among them are the lack of speed and acceleration, running time and the lack of “electricity stations”.
Most electrical cars do not run at even half the speed most regular cars can present. This annoys most people, at the very least most male people, because they want a fast car, something they feel “goes”. Now the law states that cars must be blocked at 250 kmph, in Europe. In Denmark the absolute highest speed limit, on the motorway in certain areas, is 130 kmph. In most areas it is, however, 110 kmph, which coincidently is actually a little less than what most electrically cars can muster. Which means that most electrical cars can actually manage satisfactory results, if only within the law.
This leads, quite naturally, to the acceleration issue. We know the electrical car can perform to satisfactory results, in regards to speed, but acceleration is quite another thing.
Whereas speed is not as an annoying thing to be without as acceleration, when you can at least drive the speed limit. Acceleration is another matter entirely. If you lack acceleration you will have major problems attaining your maximum speed or even a satisfactory speed, at least at a reasonable rate.
This can have dangerous consequences in traffic. If other motorists are not aware of the fact that you are driving an electrical car, they might come at you with too much speed and you will not be able to get out of harm’s way. This is a particularly valid problem in regards to intersections, making left turns and getting on a motorway. All times when a great thrust of acceleration is very important. So whereas the speed issue is actually not an issue at all, but rather an advantage since lower speeds must mean fewer accidents, less acceleration force works the exact opposite way.
Both of those issues could however be worked out, if the proper attention and research were given to it. But I seriously doubt it will be, within the foreseeable future.
Which, once again naturally, brings us to our next issue and definitely the single largest reason we are not all driving around in electrical vehicles. The lack of “electricity stations”, which would be quite like gas stations, except it would be electricity one, would refill their vehicle with.
I feel I should mention that an electrical car takes, on average, about 8 hours to completely refill the battery (this, and regrettably a few other things, might have changed slightly from my sources to the present, as these technological things tend to do at a very rapid pace. But it is more or less accurate). This is of course a lot more than the average person would want to spend at a gas station.
But this is not the main reason. The main reason, in all its ugliness and honesty is the reason we are not driving in electrical vehicles is that it is not profitable for the big corporations, chiefly the oil companies. If we were to convert from gasoline powered vehicles to electricity powered ones, the big oil companies would lose almost their whole market. And since these people more or less control the car industry, none of the large, American, car companies is going to convert to the electrical car.
And another large factor in the restraining of the electrical car is, if the oil companies lost such a large part of their market, they would not have the same income. Which would, obviously, lead them having to pay less tax money, which would mean much less money for the American government. Which would either mean enormous increase of taxes for the average citizen or the downfall of western society, as we know it. America would lose its dominant position in the world and the administration in government at the time would without a trace of doubt lose the next election. Neither of which any government would desire to happen.
These are all the reasons I, sadly, highly doubt we will see the electrical car more widely and more functional than we are now within the next few hundred years, until we have exhausted our natural resources and will simply have to make the switch.
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This is me:
As we call all see, my "promise" to update weekly fell through. I'm not surprised, nor do I think any of you are.
I'm proud to say that nothing has really changed since last. Though I did get a hair cut, more about that in the end.
Since you, aka Kyle, wants something to read, here's a script that I don't think you've seen. It's only 4 pages long and I think I wrote it in about 30-60 minutes.
Enjoy:
Sideburns From Another World!
Page 1: An 1 / 2 (With panel 4 being an insert) panel lay out.
Panel 1: Guy with an Elvis hairdue walks down a street, super cool and confident looking. Neck up shot.
Panel 2: Zoom out to show a full body view. He got normal clothes, but still with the Elvis hair. People passing him on the street turn and look at his hair.
Panel 3: Move the camera around 90 degrees, to show him sideways.
Sideburns#1: Ahh, our plans moving along perfect!
Sideburns#2: soon, we will have invaded this planet!---
Sideburns#3: ---SOON!
(the - - - means that the bubbles are connected)
Credits Box:
Writer guy: Rasmus Lykke
Artist dude: ???
And have the title across the bottom of this panel:
Title: Sideburns
From Another World!
Panel 4: Insert panel in Panel 3, right behind his head. Close up of the side burns.
Page 2: 5 panels on a 5 * 1 grind.
Panel 1: Overhead view of a street corner. With a lot of street A visible and people walking around on it (have like 2-3 guys with sideburns there, but nothing special like our Elvis dude from before) and a very little of street B visible, just enough to have like 2 people standing there, though there is not. I suggest doing the angle at like 15 feet in the air and looking down at a 90 degree angle. Something like that
Panel 2: Same as before, though people have moved around a little and some black mass is moving at the far end of the panel, but we can’t see what it is, we can hardly see the black mass.
Panel 3: Same, though Black mass is getting bigger.
Panel4: Now people have begun to notice the Black Mass and looks puzzled at it.
Panel 5: Now the WAVE of Sideburns From Another World is reaching our setting! We can see it like a massive wave rising up towards to sky, little Sideburns falling from the Wave (think Sentinel attack in Zion in the Matrix).
Panel 6: Elvis Hairdue guy enters from Street B. He’s clearly the Leader of them, well his Sideburns is…
Elvis Dude’s Sideburns#1: Run forth my army of sideburns ---
Elvis Dude’s Sideburns#2 --- Run forth and CONQUER!
Page 3: Splash page.
Panel 1: Splash panel, as the Sideburns take complete control of the street, coming in from everywhere, clinging onto peoples’ faces (women’s too), and people just panicking (running around screaming, that sort of thing), lots of sideburns running around on the ground.
Panel 2: Insert panel at the top right corner. Close up of Elvis Dude’s Sideburns.
Sideburns#1: At last! This puny planet is ours!
Sideburns#2: We, the Sideburns From Another World, have proven strongest!
Sideburns#3: We have beaten this savage race and will now take control of their puny bodies!
Panel 3: Insert panel at the bottom left corner. Some chick screaming to us.
Girl#1: ARGH!! Save us! It’s the Sideburns From Another World and they’re taking control of our bodies!
Girl#2: Oh, won’t someone please save us?!?
Panel 4: Insert panel, right next to panel 3. Chick screaming, while Sideburns crawls up her face.
Girl#1: No! Help me!
Girl#2: They’re attacking me, even though I am female, and therefore not a normal wearer of Sideburns!
Panel#5: Insert panel, right next to panel 4. Chick, now with Sideburns and all calm. Write Fin. At the bottom of this panel
And a picture of me with the new hair cut:
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Okay. So you people (that means you, Kyle) want me to update this thing.
Since I got fuck all to do tonight, I will. But I'm not promising you it'll be good. Hell, I'm not even promising it'll be coherent. I'll just try a stream of conscious thing here and let the words flow forth somewhat naturally and hope it all makes sense in the end. No editing except for typos and the occasional spelling mistake, that are bound to appear through this weird experiment. Onwards. I suppose you should update you people about where I stand in life, even though most of you already know, since I talk to you on a fairly regular basis. But I gotta fill this space somehow and I'm flat out of ideas right now for intriguing and interesting subjects that I actually know enough about to rant about. Not that will stop me later on. I am still unemployed due to the fact that my mind refuse me to the luxury of blissful ignorance which I feel is required to do the sort of job that I'm msot likely to get. Which is factory stuff. Production and all that shit. Or as I like to call it, mind numbing soul crushing shit.
Which quite naturally leads me to being broke. I somehow manage to survive each month and pay the rent, but aside from that I have no cash. Which means the library is my only resource for books and CDs.
More on that later. I am however on the bringe of getting some paying inking gigs. Which freaks me out, since I still consider myself primarily a writer. I'm just inking for the heck of it. I somewhat hate the fact that I might "make it" as an inker before I get any success as a writer. If for no other reason then the simple fact that I have never, and still don't, dreamed of being an inker. It's not really the creative field that speaks the most to me. Writer, director, (record) producer, painter, designer and a few others, sure. But not really inking.
I do have to admit I have taken a liking to it since I started (Last March, as I recall). And I think I COULD get used to it, but I'm not entirely sure I want to. I would rather ink to buy the bills than do "mind numbing, soul crushing shit" though. Obviously. As you can tell by now this will be a very open message, telling you pretty much everything. As if you were my closest friend. Selah. If any of you people are actually interested in this, and I sort of doubt it, I am currently single. Since I haven't met anyone remotely interesting of the opposite sex in the last...Year or so, I think. Which obviously means I haven't really "made a move" on anyone. Can't really just walk up to a random girl and chat her up for no reason other than I'm physically attracted to her. Which is sort of starting to annoy me, since I'm tired of being an 19 year old virgin. I want to see what all the fuss is about, y'know.
But I'm starting to feel strangely complacent about the whole thing, since that's more or less all I Can do. And I suppose this will do for now. I shall try to update this thing more or less weekly from now on. If you have read this, comment. I want to know how many people actually still check in here from time to time.
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I feel so infuriated! someone at work found out I was into goth and I think that's why I got fired :-(. Oh and the other day at school my manager said to put in some overtime but like she's not going to pay for the overtime. |
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I feel so pissed off! yesterday was my birthday and nobody noticed or gave me presents or wished me happy birthday :-(. Oh and I went to gaming group with folks Monday but ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) naiveartiste is getting favors from the game master. I'm never gaming with them again!
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I feel like I'm so furious! deathboy went around saying how I got caught talking to xfishdirtx and talking crap about rosa_heartlily. Don't let me hear about that again or I'm gonna kick some heads!
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I gave everybody my wishlist of computer hardware for my birfday, but nobody bought me anything :-(. Oh yeah. everybody has asked why I'm leaving the furry fandom but the answer is simple: Some of you know who you are and why I'm leaving FOREVAR. |
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I feel so going to shoot someone! I don't know why gonzomungkay went all psycho over me and rosa_heartlily having a little fun. This entry automatically generated by the LJ Drama Generator! (as will all updates for the forthcoming month)
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Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 61! |
Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the
right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere.
Nobody's perfect, at least your alive. |  | My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 37% on survivalpoints |
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The 2004 US Election So, yesterday America decided it liked the feeling of being gang-raped by a bunch of homophobic, anti-life, anti-science, pro-guns, anti-abortion and anti-fucking-America warmongers with nothing but money on their mind. You would think they knew better. The evidence against Bush is so overwhelming it is nothing short of mindblowing that people would vote for him.
I feel some gonzo journalism coming on.
News of his administration withholding reports regarding 9/11 and the Iraq war has been many. And when those reports were released to the public it was damn clear that the Bush administration had not been doing their goddamn job. Bush and his administration knew about 9/11, they knew Osama Bin Laden was planning something and they knew damn well it involved the hijacking of airplanes. But did they do something? Hell no.
They were just waiting for an excuse to go into Iraq and flash their big throbbing tool around, smash Saddam and get some of that sweet sweet oil. And by god they got it. When they went into Afghanistan it was quite clear they were in no way looking for Bin Laden, they were pleasing the masses. Providing an excuse. Keeping the election in mind. They went into Afghanistan 3 whole Months after 9/11.
It was clear as the sky that they did not want to capture Bin Laden, hell they had helped him and his family to get out of America after 9/11. 26 of the Bin Laden family were flown out of America on a government plane after 9/11 as one of the only planes allowed to take off. Why? Could have very well have something to do with the fact that they have helped fund Bush since his very first company. But never directly, oh no. Always through another firm. And it was not just a single company Bush ran. He ran several, and none of them very well. They were always on the brink of bankruptcy after he took over.
But America does not care about that. They gave him a test term of 4 years and after he blew that test completely they decided to give him another 4. Maybe he would lie some more to them, make sure more of them were without jobs, and fuck over some more countries abroad. But hey, at least we're not first, we will just help him fit the strap-on.
Bush is nothing more than a big fat liar, who, by some force unknown to humankind, managed to scare America into not thinking because they were overtaken by one of the most primal feelings: Fear.
Bush has been driving the American people like nothing more than cattle back on the ever-so-famous farm of his. Telling them that they were in grave danger from terrorists. That Saddam had weapons of mass destruction and that they America had to unite against the common enemy. Unite around him. The actual common enemy of the whole fucking world.
Bush claims to be fighting the war on terrorism aboard. How can he fight a war he started himself and claim he was forced into it? To protect his people from all the bad, bad terrorists. The ones still in school, still in their mothers womb and especially the innocent ones that just have to be the biggest baddest terrorists because they have not done anything except being born in the wrong goddamn country. Yeah, it is obvious why we got to vote for this “man”, so he can protect us against these forces of mass destruction that threaten our country from their own fucking backyards.
But it does not stop there, it gets better.
The unemployment rate drastically while Bush has been in office. So the poor people are left with no other choice than to either join the army or die on the streets. But it is easy to say what is wrong, harder to say what is right.
What would I want in candidate?
Every.Single.Fucking.Thing.Bush.Is.Not.
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That's the spirit!
Although time and / or personal experience have yet to make you exterminate an entire suburb, there's a good few bodies in *your* back garden.
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My current playlist, titled "Favourite Deathboy": can't sleep - deathboy (normalized)
Lose Me - DeathBoy
angel on my shoulder - deathboy (made louder)
pigfeed - deathboy & the phil
razorblade - deathboy
DeathBoy - SLIP
denise (fuckmeover) testmix 1 (mastered)
i don't care - deathboy (testmix 1) (mastered) [MAKES ME WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THIS FUCKING ACE TUNE]
lost again - deathboy
juststop - deathboy (mastered)
excuse me - DeathBoy
sick world(my control) - DeathBoy
cheap shot live shot 1 (drunk n punk) - deathboy
sick christmas - deathboy
money and confidence - adam and the phil and the deathboy (mastered)
decimate - deathboy
Goteki V 50 Cent Ninjaz in Da Club [might just've been me misunderstanding something, but I THINK he made this]
play me something new - deathboy (testmix 1) (EQd)
radite - Scott deathboy
valentines - deathboy
parasite (not over) - deathboy
stay away - deathboy
shallowmind(instrumental) - Scott deathboy
so sorry - Scott deathboy
so who are we ii
80s are dead - deathboy (mastered)
Cheap Shot - deathboy (mastered)
ToySeven - Scott deathboy (radio edit) (mastered)
trying - Scott deathboy (mastered)
where did you hear it (stop playing games)
who is eldritch (eradicate) - deathboy (mastered)
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The future is now and it's retro everything |
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living arrangements(haven't found an appartment, nobody to live with nor an afternoon job to actually pay for the appartment), education (might not get in), no girl (really starting to bother me now...), more or less complete lack of social life outside of work, work, no money and what little I earn I gotta spend on bills/people I owe money (my parents), I won't really have any "free" money until June, but then I gotta start saving for the new appartment. All that and a serve case of writer's block and I'm already past the deadline (luckily the editor is cool enough to let me take the time I need, within resonable limits of course).
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So my mate bailed, doesn't feel he's ready to move out anyway. Suppose that's fair enough, except now I gotta find someone else. Quickly running out of mates that I would actually want to live with...Ruled out two of like the 10 (TOPS) that I would actually like to live with. |
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apparently Sofia is working like the next 2 weekeneds, for those of you keeping score that will mean she's working the weekend I was supposed to go visit her Yes, she just figured that out AFTER we agreed to it, sounds supsicious, right? Decided to say fuck it, it still appears she likes me, so it's probably the truth. Work is pretty much the same, new guy started there. He's alright, one of my friends' ex boyfriend (they started dating when I had a crush on her, so needless to say I wasn't exactly thrilled to see him, but have later found out he's pretty cool.) But my boss continues to reach new levels of annoying. So that evens it out. Now onto the really shitty news.
When I start school again, in August, my parents are kicking me out (not untill then because that's when I turn 18, which means I will be able to get more money and they are no longer legally supposed to take care of me). Why, you ask. Because they don't think I help enough at home. Yeah, I know. Bullshit. So I gotta pay for an appartment, food, internet and comics with about 300 quid. NOT cool. But that's if I'm living by myself.
The good news is I will most likely be living with a mate, which means that most of the furniture IS taken care of, so that's cool.
Getting kicked out=sucks big hairy sweat soaked monkey balls dipped in cunt juice from a 79 year old, 400 pound female.
Moving out, to live with a mate=Sorta cool. On top of all this, I got the rest of the week to write 5 pages of prose. Fuck.
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