mandag 20. juni 2011

Project Beard is going strong

Days have slipped past me due to the lovely summer vacation and the loss of a strangely habit-forming laptop, but I'm back and will try to be more regular from now on.
I was supposed to update with pictures every single day after all.

Without further ado I present day 3 of Project Beard:
Stubble has been discovered, strong enough to make noise.
Included my upper lip this time as it grows face-pubes just as much as my chin.
When this project is over I will make a nice little compilation marking every picture by date. Look forward to it AND FEED ME YOUR LOVE!
Seriously, it doesn't feel too good to not have a single comment and have about 2 views to something I'm sacrificing my pretty mug for.

fredag 17. juni 2011

AMC Zombies invade

This my dears, is what the entire internet has been begging for. The pilot is 60 minutes long and the episodes are 44 minutes long. Every single one I have seen so far has been beautiful enough to develop a zombie fetish.
You didn't think that was a joke did you?
This gif btw is from another good show called Bob's Burgers. I'll leave some scrolling room now because that gif is making you dizzy.

Feel better yet?
It's another show on AMC that shows really good quality from a surprising place, but The Walking Dead has a little more background music than Mad Men, and the volume is more standardized, so they might not win as many awards. (Oscar recipe coming in a later post).
The Walking Dead is yet another zombie thing that refuses to call them zombies, but who cares really? There are some spaghetti sounds that leaves you thinking sound editors know nothing of human anatomy, but it's not as prominent as in most horror movies.
To top everything off they, from time to time, use music from, or inspired by, the greatest composer I have ever heard: John Murphy.
I don't want to give anything away, but it's a good show, and you should watch it. And if you have kids they should watch with you. Anything to prepare them for what we all know is coming.
No Mr. Stark, not winter. I'm talking about zombies!
Game of Thrones is also excellent television.

I'm a well of fantastic entertainment, why am I not being used to my full potential?

The few people have spoken

First I would like to apologize for my absence. I was mourning the loss of a computer that was not mine. It was that machine I used to blog, check comments, check statistics, chat on msn, some multi tasking stuff and it served me Simpsons when my computer died for the day. It's back at the school now. Where it belongs I suppose.
I will never forget you lappy. You kept me entertained on the toilet.

On a lighter note: The people have voted, and I have counted the votes three times! The results are in: BEARD POWER!!
Pretty much every day I will take another picture like this one and post on this blog so you can see my progress from freshly shaved to fuzzy fellow.
Wow. My skin is not very clean is it?
As you can see my chin is freshly shaved and moisturized, and I do not have herpes. I'll tag them all with project beard so they'll be easier to find and compare. Maybe I'll even make an album somewhere

mandag 13. juni 2011

My Myspace Nightmare

I was googling around for something, got got sent to a myspace forum, and wanted to reply. That meant I would have to be a member of Myspace, something I have avoided my entire life. Considering the other things I've taken part in for this blog, and how easy it was, I decided that having Mostaza Algernon plastered one more place on the internet couldn't hurt. As a matter of fact, if you google me you will find mustard, my blog and pictures I've used, my friends on facebook, and blogs I've commented on.
It's not random. Mostaza means mustard.
There was a little button on Myspace that looked like admitting defeat. It was a "Connect with Facebook" button. I clicked it and was thrown to another button with some words on it that meant absolutely nothing, which I also clicked.
Without really doing anything I am now following 38... things. Most of it sucks, some of it is okay, and the rest has no connection to me in any way.
In my suddenly booming friends list I had bands like U2, Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson. Now Michael Jackson isn't bad if you get a fan to show you some of his work, but the other two...
"Welcome to Myspace. You like The Jonas Brothers, and they are your friends".
I pressed the little x's that don't appear until you hover over them in an attempt to undo the damages done by some malicious robot overlord, but all it did was remove it from my sight for a moment.
Growing more anxious by the minute I clicked everything in my sight that looked like it might contain an "I DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS CRAP!!!!" button, yet I still loved Bono and all his pretentious/horrible friends. I clicked my "friends" names, and clicked the frind button working by the old logic that clicking the same thing twice will undo the carnage. It did not. In fact I had now sent a friend request to The Jonas Brothers, who were already my friends AND something I followed.
"Leave? I'm afraid I can't let you do that friend"
Finally I found the real friend list and managed to understand at least a fraction of what I saw. I deleted all my friends, and then I had to delete all my online friends. I had managed to get the number of crap I followed down to a, somehow, more terrifying 37 things that mostly suck.
A thought occurred to me: "What if Myspace has become such a horribly outdated dial-up monster that it won't let me leave? Just like old people you don't visit!"
"If we snapped Bobby's neck he wouldn't leave, then we could freeze him and eat bob-sicles"
Tom and his scheming robot overlord Myspace had started to get to me. When I shut my eyes all I could see was bands trying to get people, who don't pay attention any more, excited about nothing.
Myspace even has a little blog thing, so I thought I would try to post in the forum (which is what I came for), and maybe pull some more traffic.
Future readers of my blog. Whether they want to or not.
A message written in non-threatening, almost pleading, grey popped up on the grey background and informed me: You can not post in the forums until you've been a member for seven days.
fear became hate as I bravely looked around for a "delete account" button. If I found it on Facebook I'll find it on Myspace! Myspace-tron-Overlord-11000 gave way to my pounding of clicks and slowly revealed my goal. In a climatic underdog scenario I finally enjoyed my uncovered treasure. "CLICK" said the mouse and "we have sent you an email. Please stay with us. Follow the instructions to delete your account".
I followed the link provided and had to give them my email, for some reason, before Myspace finally submitted and said the words I had been longing to hear for so long. "Your account has been suspended and will be deleted in 48 hours. We're sorry to lose you, but hope you will have fun. You will be taken to the main page in 10 seconds".
Yes I am.
Rot in hell you putrid outdated social network!

søndag 12. juni 2011

South Park: A tale of love gone cold

If you haven't seen the newest South Park episode, but plan on it, I would advice you not to continue further as I will discuss some of it in this post.

I remember saying, at the end of season 14, "South Park is dead, and I think that's probably a good thing". They lost their energy a long time ago (Matt and Trey are about 40 years old at the time), they changed to voices and animation to something prettier and friendlier, they started doing some of the biggest mistakes The Simpsons insist on doing time and time again, and the passion for the work is nowhere to be found.
Every script for The Simpsons seasons 19-22.

In the latest episode I thought they had found a new balance between developing the show and the characters further, and finding the way back to their roots, but then the ending came...
This is where the spoiling happens.
Stans parents brake up, they move, his friend don't like him any more because he grew up to be a cynical asshole and, I'm absolutely sure, future blogger, the plot they were developing seemed to simply be washed away as they had to make room for what they really wanted to say. "South Park is shit now".
"No time to write comedy, we'll just borrow a script from The Simpsons and make it gross"
This article seems to say there's one season left in the show after they take a break. It also says how they view South Park as a job they have to do and absolutely hate. Personally I hope they make a couple of more episodes to properly end everything properly like so few shows do.
Scrubs used to be great. One of the few non-cynical comedies I could enjoy. Then the quality started to dip a bit to a point where episodes melted together, but then the finally came, tied all the ends together, and I was happy. Not happy because I had one less show to watch, but because they managed to actually end the show instead of stopping mid episode with a hastily written "the end" sign like so many do.
I blame the beard.
That's also one reason why I really really love HBO series. They end properly.
South Park deserves a good death. Its life towards the end might have been painful and forced, but with the past in mind they should get an ending similar in quality to Six Feet Under.
This handsome man alone evoked so incredibly many emotions.
South park has successfully filled the roles as a pleaser, teaser, shocker, and show stopper for many years. For that they deserve a sending off we will never forget, and the post South Park void must remain untouched for years until we rediscover it one late night browsing actors on and read with gleeful nostalgia into the grey hours of the morning.

Relive the good times as we lay four boys and one fucked up town to rest.

lørdag 11. juni 2011

The importance of voting on trivial matters

As of this moment there are three days left of the face fuzz vote. As of this moments there are three votes regarding the face fuzz. All the votes go to beard power, but two of the comments are strictly pro baby smooth.
One of those votes are mine on behalf of Michael Arsenault, who has a lovely blog right here, and one is from a friend of mine.
I read the few comments I get, but in the end what will determine the amount of caterpillar on my lip and chin is the poll right there on the top right corner.

All opinions matter, and will be regarded, IF you vote.

torsdag 9. juni 2011

Exploring the stubble

I was shaving earlier today, when I engineered an ingenious plan for a blog project that would span over a month.
The thing is: I'm twenty years old, and have about five black hairs on my chin, which is probably average and rather displeasing. The problem isn't really facial hair growth, as my fuzz is strong enough to make a woman itch, but rather colour. It is all oh so very light and non-manly. So, bravely sacrificing my beautiful face, I want to let my chin warmer grow free. With any luck it will take flight and I will become a dashing Robin Hood waving my chestnut whiskers in the wind.
If princess Loretta can have a beard I should have no problem.
Being a considerate and strikingly handsome guy I decided it would be nice to put this to a vote and let the people who don't care about, or even know, me dictate my face. There should be a poll around here somewhere. If you can find it and possess the skills to operate a computer mouse I want YOU to vote. Shall the razor rest for a month? The results will be posted and I will obey your wish on the 15th of June.
He's angry because you haven't voted yet.

onsdag 8. juni 2011

The Meaning of Life

Are you happier now
that the gods are dying?
Great lyrics from a great song by the great band Franz Ferdinand.
It got me thinking about happiness in general. The price we pay for it, the importance of it, and how to get it.
X marks the good life.
Now I have my mental problems and my temporary cures, and most of my friends are similar, but it took 19-20 years for me to begin actively seeking this pleasure people often take for granted. You might think being yourself is the key to lasting smiles, but that may not always be true. I know who I am, and I’m mostly a loner, I’m quiet, I’m analytical and thinking, I’m a bit nuts in the holy-shit-I’m-going-to-die-some-day-that’s-hilarious kind of way, I’m angry, I loathe the dimwitted, I love metal and things that display utter insanity in a way I find fitting, I’m judgemental, I’m slightly racist, I’m as two-faced as I have to be to observe everyone or remain in favour with those around me, and I’m intelligent. I am mostly a good guy and I have my morals though.
To be honest none of those things really make me happy.
"I smile only to torment you. Inside I'm crying."

Until a year back I was sure the meaning of life was to be, to observe, to learn and experience, and that sounds ideological and naïve. For some time I became sure there was absolutely no meaning, and to look for one meant admitting a higher power. Now I think: Of course life has a meaning, or else I wouldn’t bother, and it’s to be happy and enjoy while you still can.

I’m getting closer and closer to my own personal happy recipe. I need sleep, not always easy. I need to avoid the news and most politics, very doable, but not to an extreme degree. I need to enjoy the moment, which I’m good at, and most important of all: I must at all cost maintain my screw it/them mentality. Not caring is essential to happiness.
A swim is fine too.

I'm also expanding my horizon when it comes to entertainment. Instead of dissecting everything placed in front of me I just shut up for a few minutes and see what happens. Most of the time when I just stop thinking so much I can enjoy things. This has opened me up to the Blood album by Franz Ferdinand, Pendulum, Julien K, possibly Skrillex and other things I would simply scoff at as I turned up the volume on Tools Aenema.

On my road to happiness, this is like a tree in Pokémon.
Does this mean I've outgrown metal, brains and hate? Absolutely not! This just means I'll dose my hatred a little more carefully, taking my well being in consideration first.

mandag 6. juni 2011


Summer is finally arriving in the popsicle nation. Not because we're famous for popsicles, but because our country looks like one and feels like one far too many months in the year. It also looks like a mitten and a guitar post concert smash.
We also keep Sweden/Finland from looking like a dick
Running in the rain will now be less like a thousand frozen shards stabbing you in unity, and more like a slightly warm, liquid massage. Shoes are optional, children are bruised, windows are open through the night, bees punish your lack of shoes, children get sick of it and play COD instead, you fall in love with your old reflective sunglasses and loads of delicious body parts are exposed.
Not in a creepy way, I swear!
When you go both ways it's twice as good!
Summer really is my favourite time of the year, and I have seasonal affected depression too, so summer and spring are the only months I'm close to mentally stable.

Yes, you read the caption correctly, I am bisexual. So while you sad sacks are stuck trying to look past all the other guys trying to look at the hot chicks, I'll just let my gaze linger on whatever looks good.
I'm a bit sick of ladies and lady parts at the moment, so hopefully I'll find some beautiful men to keep me company. Maybe I'll even find love and my first boyfriend.
Honey, it's ALL good

Wish me luck readers, however small your numbers may be.

fredag 3. juni 2011

The Ruthless march of Progress

When I was a kid there were 151 Pokémon, and the only way to get all of them was if your friends all bought different Pokémon games and you all tediously swapped monsters with a cable from one gameboy to the other.
Then came the Gameboy Advance and I bought it with a friend of mine. We swapped it every two weeks and whoever was going on vacation would get it. We were very happy with that, and still played Pokémon even though it was getting old.
This is to me what black and white TV is to my grandparents.

When Pokémon gold and silver came out we didn't bother. We already had Red, and a friend had Yellow, so that was fine. Then when the Nintende DS, or whatever that first weird one was named, came out we didn't really speak any more, and I, at least, thought it would be ridiculous to buy a clunkier Gameboy with a smaller screen, so I stuck with the Advance.
That's about the point where I stopped upgrading unless I really wanted to.
Not upgrading saved my life more than once...

I still use my, has it really been so long, six year old iPod Nano, and I'm currently looking for a phone that resembles my old one. That old thing lasted at years and only broke because it can't really handle being used like you're supposed to for very long. I do not want a smart phone, I do not want anything with a touch screen. You know how the image on old TVs some times jumped around? That's how my old phone is now, and I actually preferred that to an iPhone knockoff,  and I would still use it if offered a real iPhone.
You know this keyboard is about the worst we could use, right?
Why on earth would anyone want a stupid touch keyboard with the dumbest layout in history instead of those incredibly handy little keys we used to have? Why in the holy name of gravity would I want to look at pictures and play games on my music player? Will future pants come with a milking bucket and a bookshelf?

We're being told these things are steps taken forwards, but when phones are designed for games, cameras, social networking and shiny, instead of reception and typing, what kind of progress is it really?
If you upgrade your phone you should get something that functions better as a phone, not something with 20gb instead of 12gb

torsdag 2. juni 2011


I don't think I have ever been addicted to nicotine despite being a smoker for almost two years, loving the cigarette very very much, and fluctuating my intake of nicotine extremely (From 3 to 20 in a day).
The first time I quit, out of money, I was so scared of the horrible cravings, the mood swings, the general discomfort of not having anything to still this need everyone said would overcome me.
But just like people about to die, I went through some stages of grief and accepted whatever would happen.
1. I just need to move some money around
2. If only I didn't give those idiots anything!
3. Maybe I can borrow some, or steal, beg?
4. Ugh, this is going to be hell. I suck
5. This is going to happen, so I'll take it like a man.

Nothing happened.
Sure I ate gum most of the day, like I often do when I have gum. Sure I ate more, because I was bored though, and you better know I could smell a smoker and pick out their brand from a block away. but it went fine. No real trouble at all.
Then there were some parties, and I'm not one to throw away or save party smokes, so I smoke them too. Then came three weeks of parties, so I smoked that entire time, because this is a once in a lifetime party progress, and I wanted full enjoyment. Now I'm done with my exams so I don't need something to calm me down on command, and I'm out of money again, so no smokes.
Nicotine isn't addictive after all. Finally I can smoke all I want without worrying about getting hooked.

For two days I even forgot I ever smoked! Two days is the time it takes the nicotine stuff to leave your body, so I just plain spaced the entire withdrawal period.

I'm not trying to say cigarettes are magnificent life enhancers that are basically harmless fun, though the controversy might give me more views...

I can quit without much trouble, many others can do the same, I loved the smell and taste of cigarettes the very first time, and I can relax  perfectly fine with or without cigarettes. So many myths.

If there's anything anyone wants me to write about just comment, and I'll see what I can do