søndag 27. november 2016

German cars in winter.

The sound of a roaring engine cut the clear air and silence away. Snow fell from naked branches. Silently, a text came together.

Hello, dear reader.

I know I’ve been silent for quite some time now. There are reasons for that. Some of those reasons are not going to be fully, or even remotely, explored here.

I’d like to address the US election.

While not an American myself, I am part of the world at large. Shaken, to put it mildly. Scared, to be honest.

Having recently come across another one who dips into the practice of sharing words with strangers on the web at large, I’ll link the post that sums up why HRC is the better option.

Funny how you stumble across the most valuable information in strange and unexpected places, isn’t it?

He's suave and sophisticated with a deadly edge to him.

Behold, she who thought of
nothing but her own fleeting
shall by her own pleasure be/enslaved.

onsdag 2. november 2016

CS:GO - Ninkas vs. FaZe [Dust2] Map 1 - ESL One Cologne 2017 - Semifinals

- …and we are back here from Cologne for this year’s semi-finals of CS:GO. Lauren, we’ve seen a lot of interesting matches these last days and I’m surprised, actually, astounded, to say that we here face against an unlikely setup: Nomi8 and the newcomers Ninkas up versus the well-established FaZe Clan. Now, I can’t stress this enough – with Fnatic and EnVyUs both knocked out of the fight and with DruMz predicted the most likely to win their test against NiP, can Ninkas land a spot in the finals?
- Alex, you know better than to speculate on how this can go – Ninkas is still very new and they find themselves much like in the position where FaZe started out as, so at this point it could go either way. Besides, we have to leave something to the desk analytics once the match is finished.
- When you say that they find themselves in a similar position as FaZe, Lauren, you mean with being a dynamic and unpredictable, in fact, a complete unknown?
- Precisely, Alex. Now, we’ve seen N7 picking up the pace of the last games and we finally have a sniper who could possible rival even kennyS  - wingS have been holding her own for quite a few struggles.
- Yes, wingS is definitely ice cold when it comes down to it and a key player to keep an eye out for you folks watching the stream.

- …and Nomi8 takes the frag! My god, perfect scope from wingS there, just straight out in the open and aizy’s got nowhere left to run and Nomi just picks him apart. And here comes allu, trying to even it out but he can’t! He misses the shot, walks right back into the smoke and misses all of that spray – what a shame.
- Excellent lineup there from wingS, playing it right into the hands of Nomi8.
- And there goes allu – another wonderful shot from wingS and he’s taken completely by surprise!
- You can say that allu did bring a knife to that fight – such an unfortunate time to swap weapons.

- …lurking around CT spawn there, you can see N7 just waits for it but oh, did rain just run into that?
- Yes, he does and there’s jkaem, trying to back him up but it’s too late! Too late and N7 wastes them both! B is wide open and the bomb goes down, giving Ninkas the lead once more.
- Excellent spray from rain back there, but unfortunately it doesn’t pay off.

- …and now comes the AWPs into play.
- Yes, you can see that wingS have been saving for this, being quite the decent shot from T spawn in the past but can she yes she can and there goes aizy, pinned down. Opens up a lot of options for wait, that’s TWO kills in the first five seconds as allu tries to retaliate but he’s too slow starring down that smoke and wingS picks him off right off the bat!
- Wow, the CTs did not expect that. Two shots and this game is done – they have no chance trying to turn this around now.

- There goes Nokatoshi.
- Typical lurking around, trying to sneak past karrigan and get a peak.
- Oh, you have to give Nokatoshi some slack for having to play it careful here. We’ve seen what good lurkers can do on this map, and Nokatoshi has learned from the best. Besides, karrigan isn't one to fool easily.

 - Aggression on the T side here against B.
- There’s rain, playing the long-shot.
- Oh, nice nade there by leAn, blocking the path, forcing him to retreat.
And it is followed up by more mind games. I must say, I’m impressed – not a lot of people who’d be willingly to try to outwait rain like this and it’s working so beautifully as they cut him off from behind and there comes the kill. That’s six consecutive games for Ninkas in a row.
They’re tearing FaZe to shreds here: the CT side has nothing to stand up against them with a broken economy.

- Tactical pause - I think, yes, it is Ninkas. Skorch wants a word with the team.
- Most likely telling them not to get cocky.
- Well, FaZe haven't had that much of a comeback, but it pays to listen to your analyst.

Quick run towards A here. Nokatoshi taking the lead with leAn and Nomi8 on the tail, N7 poking B to keep FaZe from guessing where they’re going to strike while wingS stray towards the catwalk all by herself.
- It’s funny how Nomi8 always seems to anticipate what Nokatoshi’s going to do even before the move is there.
- Well, I guess it helps being siblings and playing on the same team.
- …wait, what?
- Oh, you didn’t know? Yes, Nomi8 and Nokatoshi have been playing against each other for years, and Nomi has seen a lot of Nokatoshi’s early career first hand, but it wasn’t until the younger went pro that Nomi actually found her team and when Nokatoshi finally left DruMz, his sister was already standing by with a team to take control of.
- Hang on, that sounds remarkable like what karrigan did for FaZe back in the day!
- But it doesn’t help him here as Nomi goes down but is instantly traded for karrigan by leAn, leaving Nokatoshi clear to sprint forward?!
leAn following up with cover spray, keeping the attention, can we see a – Nokatoshi goes for a bomb plant!
- This is unreal. They have no idea what’s going on and jkaem can’t cross over due to N7’s flash and smoke tactic. We see that allu tries to come around and again finds the cross hair of wingS!

- I think we can safely say that this match belongs to Ninkas. FaZe will have a really hard time trying to climb back up, but we have seen that before. However, the cursed 3/12 still stand against them. We will see if they can do it once we are back from the break.

mandag 3. oktober 2016

Naked priest chasing grouse in a marsh.

Welcome to Norwegian news titles.


Slow news day.

Well, for those of you who enjoy coffee, that is. Me? Sure, I can go for a cup of good coffee, but I’m much more of a tea person at heart. Speaking of, I’m now getting back to an older habit of mine. Boiled water, still warm, instead of tea. Refreshing.

Recreating what once was, making it both fashionable and comfortable, appearing high out of a window in the castle tower’s top floor – don’t forget your hat – isn’t that charming?

The pacing of sleep is deliberate.

This serves as the perfect time to introduce the comic that inspired not only the cry FOR SCIENCE! – but also the Castle Renew inspiration – both thanks to a fellow guildie and friend of mine. Marvelous person and storyteller, too.

Wocketa wocketa wocketa.

fredag 30. september 2016

We are ready to kill right-winged bigots with just a description of our situation.

Name five singers partaking in the following: USA for Africa – We are the World without using the help of the web. Points for each one per the seventh and upwards. May your luck be blessed by Luke.
One additional point for the correct name of the sequel.
No, it’s not the Norse/Danish version currently linked, although the setting gives you a major clue. (Denmark 2005, Norway -06, Sweden -07 and beloved Finland in -08: the mid two with appropriate subtitles, of course – I do not have current and relevant information concerning Iceland, my humblest apologies).
No, clever fans of the picture, it’s not the son of the fifth singer, either. Bonus point if you can name them both. (But that’s beyond unlikely).
Surprised? As am I.
No new year’s day to celebrate. Just the 11th and the 12th of April. Despite the rain, of course, and lack of flowers that does not exist in the imaginative mindfulness of the heated heart.

No chocolate covered heart to give away – it belongs to you both, giver of names and snow of the north.

The singer of songs give praise to the sun due to the fact that darkness covers us both.
Welcome, world, to a new change.

Welcome, to rain in November and pretty girls in the mirror.

Every Little Thing She Does… is magic.

It took an hour. An hour and a lifetime.
The tongue of the words spoken, nonexistent to those unknown, tripping inside and outside the United Kingdoms, rose their hooves in salute to bring unity amongst more than this.
Dolls. Broken dolls, loved dolls, hugged, lost, borrowed and cornered.
We are the world.
And we’re ready to kill right-winged bigots with just a description of our situation.

fredag 23. september 2016

Five or ten percent elitism

I’ve met someone awesome. Pure, random chance, of course – and the fine gentleman complimented my English while at work. Called it both classy, upper class and distinct. I may be stretching the latter, but the point still stand. He also happened to enlighten me in something I’m fairly certain a lot of my fellows inhabiting this country do – and that is never feeling that their grasp on the English language is adequate and good enough. I myself find it a perfect description – something I often do say from time to time when using the language of the world – apologizing for not being good enough to the impossible standard. You know what? No more! Instead, I’ll share a bit about our conversation.

We were of the same mind concerning a variety of subjects that ranged from balance to elitism, from governments (same shit, different face) to King and country, from being invisible in a crowd to actively stand out and making others comfortable. This is just a sample selection, as you might imagine: we also talked about roleplay, Star Wars, technology, Brexit, the state of dumbing things down (Americans followed after this – quite the shocker), adaptation and oh so much more.
Masons. Yes, we did touch upon this topic slightly. I was not recommended, per say, as the Gentleman in question didn’t specify whether or not he was part of this group – but I received the hint that I would fit in rather nicely with this particular group. Must admit, I’ve been thinking about this myself a few years back. Upon inquiring why I was not particular fond of the idea, we touched upon the much more intimate discussion of my personal life. I had no qualms in order to be completely honest with him, and he took it exceptionally nonchalantly well – much to my deepest satisfaction, which I did of course not displayed in full.

After almost one and a half hour talking, we exchanged emails. That’s what I’m doing right when I’m done writing this – I’m going to sit down and construct something that could be the draft of what to send to the Gentleman.

mandag 12. september 2016

.. .

I awake.
My memory is ash.
Flames have been through my head this night.
All that is left is dust.
Burnt dust.

And sot under plastic sheet.

fredag 9. september 2016

Between cuddling and emotes...

Ninkas of the world, unite!

Early autumn.
The night was warm and filled with peace. I was walking in the streets, passing others by without need to stop, continuing to the destination in your own pace. A light wind made a single, yellow leaf fall ahead of my path. It was one of those evenings that somehow promises perfection and delivers.
Two nights in a row.
Hell froze over for the reunion comeback. Still haven’t listen to them enough to know if the old or new stuff is what I’d prefer. Right now? Take it easy.
On the plus side, pandas are no longer on the endangered species list.
Currently, I cannot endorse it, nor deny its worth.

The pacing is deliberate.
The lift is not a ride.

Angela Merkel once said that a type of Islam that did not stick to the constitution or accept equal rights for women had no place in the country. Meanwhile, the internet is going into overjoy mode due to a King’s speechIn Finland: someone put a chain saw on a flying drone, simply to destroy a lot of snowmen. Because why not.

Ever had Wings? Wings make you feel empowered. Makes you fly.
I have Wings of my own. Mighty Wings o’mine.
Take it easy.
Your non-cover blown lover is safe. Just like family. Sorting through the emotions and hats, finding what was there the entire time…
All due to a convenient timed ex machina.
Dancing in high heels.
This tells you almost nothing about me as a person. It doesn’t even have to be true.

lørdag 3. september 2016

11 past nothing

caught in the middle of a hundred and five
the night was heavy and the air was alive
but she couldn't find how to push through

drove the chevy to the lady but the lady was dry
I'm wasting my time I've got nothing to do
I'd like to change my point of view

another porcupine tree
I wonder

I don't believe that anybody feels like I do

lørdag 27. august 2016

Enter title here.

The reason behind reason isn’t something you’re about to grasp any sooner than someone else. Reasons don’t need reasons. But you do. And whatever reason you pick, reasoning your way through them can be something of a complicated procedure. Have you turned on the lights? See, why would I ask that unless I knew that there would be no reason to go from talking about explaining any number of actions and then proceed to change the subject into something electricity based? I don’t know. Do I need a reason?

No reason was given.
Feel free to make up your own.

Yes. While I’m disputing the existence of other beings that our own race, this will of course come as no shock to anyone familiar with this sense of writing.
Despite the style, following logic is not one of the reasons to add raisins in the creative process of fantastic expansion that is this peculiar chosen strangeness of wooden delight. Ever had wooden delights? No? Neither have I, but I’m sure they’re quite tasty.

Best practice of handy craft, hoover craft and crafting river crafts. There is a droid, a robot and a metal being sharing the same consciousness that I’ve neglected to mention because it’s insignificant in the larger scale of dragon’s fierce fire breath. Also, arrows.

The ringing of a telephone from someone calling across the stars and starts to bring you chocolate cake in the morning while you’re sipping tea from India, wishing for a larger cup of biscuits and a trey of silverware that can hold heads of Z in the word bedridden with soars from a prolonged hospitalization visit, seemingly without end as the miles go on and on and the miles go on for miles and no wrecking ball crashes the living room trash past one hundred miles in the hour consisting of dots, dots, dots and more eclipse ellipsis from warlocks, other DPS classes and dreaming demon hunters with blades wielding blades soaring high up in the sky with wings, glaring at the glaciers for not eradiating enough radiant radiation of massive effects come dawn of blues that makes jamming jazz sound as an evening in downtown New York.

Do your head spin, too? If not, can you find a reason?
Twenty five and thirty. Sixty seven eight nine ten. Time’s up. Park the car. Land the craft from hovering above the roof. Grab the can, can the bag, bring the puppy to the adorable eyes along with the rest of the expedition. The lineup includes a monkey and a puppet master.

My puppet dances magnificently to the tunes of whistles blown by horns uphill in the wind.

Geese. Goose. Flying turkeys. Americans.

tirsdag 23. august 2016

Girl without future.

Out of touch with the word.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Well, it sort of is – but then you do live in your own little world. It could be a nice world, much better than the real world. I’m not saying that I’m throwing “this” world away in favor of another one – I’m simply saying that I’m not as up to date on things as I might (and should) be. It doesn’t really bother me, to be honest.
My hair has grown. It’s not long, per say, but longer. The length won’t make a difference until a year or so – two years, I imagine. Long hair isn’t what I’m used to. But I do wear it and I do look good in it. Ponytails still causes me headache, though. Pigtails aren’t really my style. Even if Harley Quinn is rocking them good – not often the whiteness of the purity reminds me of heroin.
If you don’t know who this is, google the name. Now. Don’t worry, I can wait.
Done? Good. Seen the episode? Even better! Let’s move on.
Three lessens were pointed out. The first one is that standing up and doing what is right is the right thing to do. The second one: It’s okay being different and you shouldn’t be hunted because of that. You shouldn’t have to face prejudice because of who you are. Third – it’s never too late to learn more, even if you’re fairly certain that you know a lot about the subject at hand.
Yes, changelings can change.
Utter adorable elder gentleman who happened to be slightly affected by alcohol called me by my correct and chosen form of gender in a badly lit foyer about 40 minutes past midnight. I should probably not be as happy about this as I am. Nope. Not caring. Happiness is still happiness.

søndag 21. august 2016

Purple haze.

In a drive for shared numbers, the vest becomes the mark. Big newspapers roll into submission, go viral. The coffee cup, the coffee mug and the pot of coffee becomes sour. Tea leafs and sugar battle for the concept of flavor. Legs, hairless, smooth and non-criminal, women of ice, men of ice, Iceman and Icewoman, spread across dark skies in the form of small dots – lightning the way.
Unrelated issues.
Wet farts. Plastic plants. Nick of time. Chewing gum. Skyscraper stairs. Bubble wraps. Pigs with pink ponytails and ties on. Invested in the vest. Peers and Gynters. No, wait, is this trolling? I think this is trolling. Right? Poetic blood singing? Oh. Never mind, then.
September is when you wake up. Past ending. Green days ahead as the end of November approaches. Even monkeys grabbing branches and tree trunks hover above the cloud number eight and seven to score points with an Olympic god upholding the maps.

fredag 12. august 2016

From diamond to coal.

Define love.
“The cognitive-affective state characterized by intrusive and obsessive fantasizing concerning reciprocity of amorant feelings by the object of the amorance.”

So, I’ve met someone. Online. He’s a great guy, sweet, caring, and does something I don’t have the slightest idea to comprehend for a living. Best part? We’re not flirting. 

INFP-T. If you don’t know what means, here’s a linkIn Norway, 5.18% share my five letters.
I’d also task you, dear reader, to inform me of where you feel at home out of the 16 optionsI’m not asking to leave a message in the comments. I’m not asking you to drop anything and immediately go to this page simply because I would advise you to click on it. I can, however, argue for why you should.
It would possible help you understand yourself a little bit better.
The test itself doesn’t take much time, the reading after might.
It would make me happy to know that type of personality trope that you are simply because it would make interactions between us much easier. That latter is pretty much taken out of the INFP-A/T description (aka me). That doesn’t mean it’s not any less true.
Because testing oneself gives knowledge and forces one to admit less pleasant sides about the life one does live. It’d make you feel good about yourself after, too, being honest.

søndag 7. august 2016

My holiday guest reader special – this is for you.

While it is not a Part Two, it is something else. A little story of something that I imagined you’d appreciate in the hours of updating.
Monday, 8/8, second season of Sense8 becomes available.  That means when Tuesday night hits, I’ll be unavailable.
Do you remember what we discussed? If not, then it’s all right – no mind bears to recall all that’s taken place in this world. Barred is the way to knowledge and enlightenment unless you seek it for yourself.
The bong dong boom party happens tonight. Because we’re bad guys that blows things up to pieces.
Tonight the Lady of the House will have a chat with her handmaiden. We’ll see how that goes as it will be quite the strange experience for them both. Ah, the great outdoors and the bliss of random happenings in the rain that causes hair and lekku to flutter in the wild, wild wind.
In terms of love, hate, despise and all things in between emotions of the art, we find humans. Beings, much like ourselves, still struggling to carve out hearts of their own in the desolate wastes. Lips. Lips, sweet, soft, caressing, kissing, my lips to yours, locked in bliss.
And while the thunder roams the sky and the lightning reaches upward into the stratosphere, dark coffee beans roll downhill in the everlasting need of focus that tiredness and wired telephones cannot beat alone in the shadow of lingering doubt and dough.
In the dark, what will guide you?
In the light, will you shield your eyes?
In the twilight, do you succumb to loathing for yourself?
Dawn rises. Zombies awaits. Vampires go to rest. Werewolves slink back into their caves and lairs, to reemerge as humans once again. Teeth, nail and tail. Sharptooth ponders where the next meal is lunched.
Lurking, lurching, luring and launching into what you never imagined.
Your thoughts belong to me. Your thoughts are free.

lørdag 6. august 2016

Lana & Lilly

You are the inspiration for a generation. Beyond even that. You’re my heroes.
And by gods, I love you both. Thank you.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s not news per say. It’s simply my inability to stay tuned and up to date on the happenings in the real world.
Having both the letters A and I in my chosen name as well as my given name (pun intended) it makes me proud, too. Strangely, it shouldn’t matter what you’d call yourself (or have others call you) – as only Nomi have the letter I in it. Then again, Nomi is simply something I call myself. It’s not a name, per say. It’s something different. It’s a substitute of using a real name – either of my real names.
I’m also proud to say that the one person in the team I’m working with now has proven to be friendship material. Note that it may not evolve into a friendship, just knowing the potential is there is like cooling sweat while wearing a silk shirt.
Caged lions. Tigers. Crouching, hiding, sneaking in the sunlight. On my way home, I remembered.
Trees are fine.
I like trees.

torsdag 4. august 2016

søndag 31. juli 2016

Like a bridge...

City center closed down due to the music festival, so I had to spend additional time to walk around it in order to get to my work place.

A message from the rude person from last night left for me when I finally arrived at work (said message can be read later this post).

Had calls from unsatisfied persons who wanted to know specifics concerning ventilation that didn’t suit their particular needs.

There were lots of representatives from the festival around, mostly loud underage teenagers who’d had no business being there in the first place.

Key card system stopped working for a while.

Coffee machine needed fixing.

An unknown number of people stepped inside to borrow the toilet, more often so without permission than with.

All this happened in the first one and a half hour. And in the time of writing, the cooling system have decided to stop functioning.


Original message (in Norwegian):
Hei, (navn).
Fikk en telefon fra en gjest som hadde vært innom hotellet i natt. Han sa han hadde oppført seg ganske dårlig og vært frekk mot deg.
Han ville bare ringe og beklage seg veldig. Han la seg flat og mente det var en dårlig oppførsel.
Hilsen en gjest med dårlig samvittighet.
: )

English translation:
Hello, (name).

Had a phone call from someone who’d been visiting last night. Said he’d behaved rather badly and been rude towards you.
He wanted to call and apologize. He blamed himself and agreed to it being bad behavior on his account.
Sorry from a person with a conscience.
: )

fredag 29. juli 2016

One minute remaining.

It’s been a while since I’ve worked the party crowd. Festival in town. Lots of party people all around. Sick coworker means it wasn’t my shift originally. Don’t really care about that – I can do the job.
Gotten some good feedback as the second part in two separate brainstorming sessions this week – letting others bounce ideas and hear opinions. Being focused on solutions, keeping an open mind and staying positive – gods, I wish more people were like that, too. Making the world a better place, being a bit diplomatic and a smile, that’s what this is all about.
Wired all night.
Funny thing? Was all right. Bit tired at times. Then things got busy again. Made me smile.
Wired all night.
Also, in other news – my work place now thinks some of them have “figured out” the mystery that is me by assuming that I’m in a same sex relationship while still being sort of gender fluid. Funny how right and wrong that is on so many levels.
“Dude, we live in a world where the only hope for Tamriel is a giant, man sized talking cat/werewolf hybrid that kills dragons by shouting at them. Fuck your logic.” In a nutshell.

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
picked him for her own,
pressed her body to his body,
laughed; and plunging down,
forgot in cruel happiness
that even lovers drown.

fredag 22. juli 2016

Five years.

Won’t go into details of why. Sufficient to say, the date left an impact on me. Don’t know how many else feel like that. Far too many, I guess.
Can’t seem to get some sleep these nights, have gotten into a pattern of four hours only before waking. Can’t say I’m happy about not getting enough rest. Blame the full moon and the change of daily rhythm to adjust from night shift. Inept coworkers doesn’t help, either.
Angma’s no longer Lord Xarlderth the third, but Lord Vorn. Legacy of Millock inbound.

fredag 8. juli 2016

I want to be that girl.

When I wake up, I know who I want to be
I want to be the girl that wakes up next to you.

When I’m dreaming, I know what I want to dream
I want to be the girl that dream dreams about you.

For I would walk for many miles
And I would walk for many hours more,
To be the girl who walks and walks
Just to be the girl that walks home to you.

When I come home, I know who I am going to be
I am going to be the girl that comes home to you.
And at the ending of the day, I know who I want to be
I want to be the girl that lies down to sleep next to you.

I want to be the girl that lies down to sleep next to you.

torsdag 7. juli 2016

Fuck this shit.

Having adopted the phrase “fudge and ice cream”, it is not something I can use to describe a particular nasty night at work. Sharing no details.

Oh seven oh seven, thy magic comes too late.

søndag 26. juni 2016

Hidden wonders made real.

Out of element.
Element unknown.
Like Swedish hip-hop.

Being included.
Being alone.
Being oneself.

Out of all the alias, Nomi was born.

I am Nomi.
It's not my real name, birth or chosen.
But it's who I am.

I am Nomi.
I am proud to be me.

Allies: you know who you are.
Thank you.

Marching with Pride. That was yesterday for me.
Except I didn't march as much as dance, jump, and move with joy to fitting music.

I also went to chuck Sunday - on a hunch more than anything - I had time to spare. Been a while since I've done so. Usually, I visit at least one church when I'm abroad. This was sort of the same.

lørdag 23. april 2016

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.


Eg ser at du er trøtt
Men eg kan ikkje gå alle skritta for deg
Du må gå de sjøl
Men eg ve gå de med deg

Eg ser du vil gi opp
Men eg kan ikkje leva livet for deg
Du må leva det sjøl

Eg ser at du er redd
Men eg kan ikkje gå i døden for deg

Fragile minds
We all have them. We don’t know what’s going to break us. Unless we’re already broken.
I’m not broken. I mean, I’d like to think I’m not broken. Does that mean I’ve not faced my limit?

Transcript of what came before.
Transcript of an Resolute.
Transcript of a transmission.
Transcript: the word that now have lost some of it’s meaning.
Repeat something long enough and it’s one option.
The other is that you start to believe.
I believe. But not in what you’d think.

Rekt radio.

Insert joke here.