Sunrise Seekers, bibliofile tankespill og fascinerende hendelser fra mitt spennende liv :)

Livet er fint! I går var det ikke fint for da var toalettet mitt tett for n-te gang (toaletter liker meg ikke) og jeg skal ikke gå inn på detaljer, men det hele var riktig udelikat og irriterende og medførte vasking av ymse gulv og tull og tøys og å svikte “dra på kafé etter jobb på tirsdager”-tradisjonen min. Det fine er at jeg unnet meg selv en bollepakke fra Meny, sånn for å ta igjen for mangelen på kafébesøk og da er det meste i grunnen flott likevel. Og med hjelp av mamma (siden jeg er patetisk og håpløs og ikke klarer å ordne ting selv) er toalettet helt i orden nå så det er da noe. 

Utenom slik dramatikk er ting supert. Jeg er i skrivende stund nesten ferdig med “Ender’s Game,” som er en fin og interessant bok selv om jeg ikke egentlig føler noe stort behov for å lese mer av Orson Scott Card av den grunn, og når den er helt utlest så skal jeg prioritere biblioteksbøker en periode. Når det gjelder bøker har jeg ellers fått tak i et frieksemplar av andre boka i triologien til John Stephens og jeg har funnet ut at jeg antakelig er plent nødt til å kjøpe en bok til helgen, nærmere bestemt denne: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15929466-alcatraz-omnibus. Jeg leste ved en tilfeldighet om denne serien forrige torsdag og fant med det ut at den skulle inneholde ONDE BIBLIOTEKARER!!! og selv om jeg er veldig fan av bibliotekarer hørtes det premisset særdeles lovende ut. Og så fant jeg boka på Outland forrige lørdag og fant ut at man kan få en murstein-bok med alle fire bøkene i serien i et til 240 kr og konklusjonen er at jeg nok rett og slett er nødt til å kjøpe den. Det fine er at da kan jeg ta med bankkort, spandere på meg den boka og så bruke litt penger til å kjøpe morsdagsgave til mamma. Det kan jo bli fint 🙂

Ellers har jeg sannsynligvis tenkt å se “Wreck-it-Ralph” på Ringen Kino på lørdag 15:30. Jeg har irritert meg litt over hvor og på hvilke idiotiske tidspunkt den settes opp på hvis man vil se den på engelsk (og skrev en laaang kommentar om det på Oslo Kinos nettsider som mange likte, var til og med en som kommenterte kommentaren min med ét ord, “applaus”, ting som viser at mange er enige med meg), men det vil funke ganske fint med 15:30 på lørdag også for så vidt. Jeg kan fortsatt få det til å passe meg de andre planene mine. Så ideen min er nok kino på lørdag ettermiddag og siden blogging om nevnte kinofilm på lørdag kveld. Resten av dette innlegget skal jeg derimot bruke på Nanowrimo 2007.

2007 var det året da jeg prøvde Nanowrimo uten å vinne det. Men jeg skrev likevel 78 sider på en engelsk Fantasy-historie og denne historien fant jeg plutselig igjen i helgen og jeg har tenkt å lese i gjennom den og så prøve å skrive videre på den siden det jo er litt for galt å ikke avslutte noe når man har skrevet 30 000 ord. Og nå tenkte jeg, siden dette er min blogg og jeg i grunnen kan gjøre hva jeg vil, å poste noen utdrag fra denne historien. Så da er planen å bruke resten av innlegget på det og deretter blogge igjen på lørdag kveld så da bables vi og god fornøyelse =D

Ymse utdrag fra “Sunrise Seekers”, historiegreie fra 2007 som jeg har tenkt å fortsette på

Clear was the sky and beautiful was the day surrounding it. It fitted the beginning of July perfectly in Marilla’s honest opinion. It was bright and pretty and therefore somehow meaningful. Marilla felt sure that she had been born with an especially happy mind or something; she was in a good mood almost always and somehow found it easy to find small pieces of life to admire and enjoy. The taste of a blueberry, the smell of hot chocolate, the wind whispering softly through the leaves of this magnificent place next to the wonderfully big wood, where one could easily get lost, but just as easily be found. There was just so much to enjoy and if it hadn’t been, Marilla surely would have found something right away. She was that kind of person. Right now she sat and let the sun amaze her, tickling her on the cheek and making her feel a bit tired. She yawned and she was nearly falling asleep there she lay on the grass, when a sharp voice awoke her suddenly. Marilla looked around, but she wouldn?t have needed too, because the result was obvious. Only the squirrel Binky had that voice.

“Binky, what is going on? Please tell me,” Marilla asked politely and Binky smiled nervously at her. Marilla wasn’t the reason why Binky was nervous. Binky was always nervous, it seemed like he was constantly drugged on Coffee and he spoke very quickly with a sharp, easily recognized voice.

“I was just in the neighborhood, wanted to say ‘hello’, how nice it is to see you again. Everything okay with you, I’m fine, but your situation may be otherwise, though I hope it isn’t. You should be happy, really. It’s a beautiful day, quite beautiful. Do you have some coffee?” said Binky, everything coming like a stream of conscious-monologue, lots of thoughts uttered in less than a minute.

“Are you sure you need coffee?” asked Marilla. “Perhaps you’ve had enough.”

“One can never have enough coffee; it’s a life-giving thing. It’s wonderful, like the weather. It’s a wonderful day, isn’t it?” exclaimed Binky.

“Yes, it is beautiful,” agreed Marilla. There was a moment of peacefulness and Marilla felt thankful for that, Binky could give you quite a headache with all his talking, but it was so much a part of him. Marilla wasn’t sure she would have recognized Binky without his mouth in constant motion, blabbering away on whatever subject interested at the moment. The peacefulness didn’t last though, it never lasted with Binky and soon enough he was talking again.

“I’m going to visit the town of Dandelion, need to do some shopping for the family. I think my father sorely needs a walnut, but then he loves nuts. Then again we are squirrels, so what should one expect? Anyway, I’m going to buy one for myself too, do you want anything?” asked Binky and looked inquiringly up at Marilla.

“I do not need anything,” said Marilla with a small laugh.

“As you may,” said Binky and left at once, his restlessness making it impossible for him to stay at one place for long. Binky had a hunger for constant excitement and that could be an explanation for why he talked so much. Then at least something was going on. Marilla looked after him as he went on, He was a special guy, very unique and Marilla found him entertaining in small dosages. If it had been too much Binky, Marilla would have had a headache at this very moment, because constant sound could give that feeling. But Binky had moved on towards Dandelion and everything that town could bring him and Marilla was once again alone. And she decided to make herself some hot chocolate. It would fit her mood right now, like it always did. And it was summer and sun and July.

 

(Ja, dette er Fantasy og inneholder snakkende ekorn og slikt. Dessuten var dette en historie der absolutt ingenting var planlagt på forhånd og alt ble funnet på mens jeg skrev så derfor ble ting veldig randomt etter hvert. Ellers liker jeg Binky veldig godt! =D)

 

One who wouldn’t feel to sad about anything bad that happened to Forget-me-not was King Victor of Rose, the land next to Forget-me-not and second best in most recent polls. The king of Rose hated the popularity of Forget-me-not, had it been up to him he would have made everyone leave Forget-me-not and move to Rose instead. After all, roses were the most beautiful flowers of all, or so King Victor thought. Luckily everything could change for the better; for Victor had a guest and she could ruin things very well.

“Feel welcome, dear visitor,” he said to the lady sitting at the chair in front of him.

“Thank you. I hope I will be serviceable to you,” said the lady, a tall beautiful woman with long dark hair and grey eyes who had walked a long way to get here. She sent the king of Rose a lingering gaze that seemed to have a hypnotizing effect, somehow making the king very interested in her.

“I shall dearly hope that you feel welcome. Might you be interested in a glass of Rose Vine, it has the most incredible taste, or so Ive always believed.”

“I would like that very well, how nice of you to ask,” said the lady.

“Oh, it’s my pleasure to be of service,” told the king and left for the kitchen in a hurry. The lady looked around with a bored expression; kings were obviously among the most uninteresting creatures the world had to offer. It was a pain to deal with, really. But it had to be done. The king could be of great help to her, he knew the kingdom of Forget-me-not and he shared her hatred of it. He could help her and then he would suffer Forget-me-nots destiny. For Rose too, were to get an eternal night, something the lady very easily could grant. Because the lady was, as one probably have realized now, Nova Sutton, the earlier mentioned fairy of Violet Forest and had these dark, starlit plans. Nova smiled at her idea, her sophisticated deep-rooted plan and her smile was still there when the king of Rose entered the room again; now with Rose Wine and cookies.

“Here we go, enjoy,” he said nervously and served her the treats.

“Thank you!” Nova exclaimed and looked and sounded genuinely thrilled. This was one of Novas talents and had she not decided to make everlasting nights and take over kingdoms; she would have become an actress. She was great at pretending. King Victor of Rose took her smile seriously and he felt a great proud ness of himself for being such a wonderful host. They both drank from their glasses and so Nova said, “Well?”

“Well, I think we should get to the point perhaps. Let’s talk of Forget-me-not and the sunset,” she exclaimed.

“Oh, yes. The sunset,” said the king and rubbed his hands, much like a fly, but more royal.

“You told me that you could make it, what was it, oh yeah, disappear,” said the king. He was in a great mood somehow.

“Yes, let’s see. I can make the sun shine only here and lay Forget-me-not in a forever eternal night,” Nova replied.

“Very well,” said King Victor and then they both laughed ugly, evil laughs that put a shadow over the castle and made everything so very frightening.

And then they sang a merry tune of great terror and substance.

 

Evil plan

 

This is a merry, merry tune

of great terror and substance

This is a simple song,

clear as a chance

 

As chance

 

We have an evil plan,

we have our ways,

of changing step by step

and day by day

 

We have a sun that sets

upon the land

You and me and us, it’s an evil plan

 

It is our chance to change

the page, the stage

in every single way,

this is our faze

 

When we will do

an evil plan

 

We have an evil plan,

we have our ways,

of changing step by step

and day by day

 

We have a sun that sets

upon the land

 

You and me and us, it’s an evil plan

You and me and us, yeah us, it is an evil plan

 

(Jepp, historien inneholder musikalnumre tilfeldigvis og kule onde feer. Jeg liker egentlig hjernen til 22årige meg veldig godt sånn ved senere ettertanke, jeg hadde en masse ideer som jeg ville likt selv om jeg hadde lest dem i andres bøker.)

 

Agent 160 sneaked through the town of Dandelion, all alone and quietly as a whispering wind through the deserted leafs in a secret tree by a lake. She were observing the world, the sky, old ladies with elflike ears and sharp voices that made her wince and teeny-tiny children with extremely big eyes and messy dresses. She was discovering it all. Agent 160 stopped sneaking and walked regularly. Perhaps she was a spy, but walking in a spy-like way all the time would only seem weird and suspicious. Agent 160 stopped in front of a statue. As she inspected it she soon understood that this were no statue, but a humane man who had painted his body in a metallic color and sttod very silently, a human statue. It was impressive and Agent 160 (or Akima as she will be called from now on) watched it in awe. She would have loved that ability in her field of espionage. It would help her a lot probably.

“Agent 160 to central. Over,” Akima said into her walkie talkie.

“What? Stop,” were the answer.

“Humane statue in the town of Dandelion. Over. Standing at the bottom of the shopping road. Over. Can be a great help in our field. Over.” “Thank you!” was heard through Akimas walkman. There was no “over” afterwards rudely enough. Akima guessed she would just have to deal with that. She felt a bit annoyed though as she left the human statue and continued down the streets of Dandelion, but her annoyance didn’t last long. It didn’t seem possible to be annoyed in Dandelion. Jugglers stood on every corner, some of them even juggled crystal balls and Akima had tried to lift one of those once and they were heavy. That somebody could actually juggle something like that was mightily impressive. Akima looked to the other side and saw a snake woman in a position that had to hurt; Akima didn’t understand how sitting with both feets behind a neck could be comfortable in the least. It was weird, really. A man on stilts walked past her while shouting “apples for sale, reach up to get one.” Akima found it funny, especially because the basket with the apples were on the mans arm of course and one really had to reach up to get that. One couldn’t blame the man for lying, that was for sure. A group of chicken children ran after the man on the stilts, possibly with a plan to draw down his panties and put him to shame for the whole city. Children can have a cruel sense of humor at times. But the children did no such thing; they just ran toward him and jumped up and down in the hope of catching apples. The man on the stilts laughed and warned the kids that there was rain coming in from north and then he threw down apples while the children catched it with great exitement. Akima smiled, she had new faith in humanity now. Then she walked on while thinking that there was a great lot to observe here. There were lots of exiting features actually.

“Loving Dandelion. Over,” she said into her walkie talkie and meant every word.

 

(Ehm, Agent 160 er meg, jeg tar del i historien selv. For det første har jeg avsnitt i forskjellige farger i presens på begynnelsen av hvert kapittel der Agent 160 (dvs. Akima Montgomery, dvs. meg i grunnen) skriver på historien med Binky og Nova og hovedpersonene Marilla og Jack, så det er sånn “breaking fourth wall” på gang hele veien. Og for det andre ender Agent 160 opp med å dukke opp i kapitlene selv som en hemmelig agent som titter rundt og slikt. Og her følger vi Agent 160 mens hun utforsker byen Dandelion (alle byer og land i denne historien har blomsternavn). Ja da, dette gir jo veldig mening.)

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Ok, nå skal jeg ikke poste noen flere utdrag i denne omgang, men hvis det er interesse kan det hende jeg poster flere utdrag i senere innlegg. Nå skal jeg skrive på noen andre greier og se ting og tang på Youtube og generelt drive med andre ting enn blogging og så bables vi 😉

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