Monday, August 09, 2004
I wasn't quite correct last week when I called a certain form of entertainment "pain(t)ball"... After Fridays adventur it's here by called "PAIN!((DidIMentionThePAIN)t)ball"... I'm still limping and I'm beautifully brused all over in all the colours of the rainbow and in some colours that the human eye can't even detect...
I'm not brused though because of the paintballs themselves... I realized that it's the earth (technically a big ball) that's much more painful to get hit by... I got early used to throwing myself around in an honest attempt to break some longjump record (exept I usually land head first)... After a painful while like that, I desided to take it easy and be on the defence... There I was mainly just shooting back and forth at some guys and slowly advancing closer... Suddenly an enemy lies shot in front of me with the flag that everyone was after... He chucks it away and I go back into longjump mode... and with the athletic grace of a 26 year old beer drinker and lunge after it... and fly straight into a girl running out of nowere in front of me... I bouce off her and into a huge pile of rocks that's cunningly disguised a perfect landing place... and I get soooo totaled...
I'm lying there in the pouring rain, drenched and in pain and desided not to move anywhere (mainly because no limbs could move), but then I noticed I held the flag... Then it's up to me to take it up some tower... I force myself more then I've even done before in my life and I limp, shake and shimmy forward like some 135 year old lady during a hurrican and make it to the tower... I chuck away my gun and start climbing up the ladder and finally make it to the top scoring a point for my team...
As difficult it was climbing up, I only made it for a good reason (stubborness)... For climbing down I needed a better reason (gravity)... and I half stumble down and more exausted then exausted is on an exausted day I slowly inch myself to the rendezvous point using (literally) the flag as a crutch... I feel like the last soldier coming home totally injured (I was actually more injured then that) after the war... but there was everyone else hopping and jumping around full of energy telling me that the games were only half finnished... OOOooofff...!
You wouldn't belive how good it was to slide into the Blue Lagoon after that... A natural geo-thermal heated lake filled with minerals... AAaahhh... Even though it did make my injuries sting a bit, it didn't matter much because most of my bleeding was internal...
After that I went on a strong pain relife diet which consisted of beer, beer and more beer... And by golly it shure did work...! I managed to hold a party til 3:00am, drink at a bar til 7:00am and bring people back for another party til 11:00am... That's what I call surviving...
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I'm not brused though because of the paintballs themselves... I realized that it's the earth (technically a big ball) that's much more painful to get hit by... I got early used to throwing myself around in an honest attempt to break some longjump record (exept I usually land head first)... After a painful while like that, I desided to take it easy and be on the defence... There I was mainly just shooting back and forth at some guys and slowly advancing closer... Suddenly an enemy lies shot in front of me with the flag that everyone was after... He chucks it away and I go back into longjump mode... and with the athletic grace of a 26 year old beer drinker and lunge after it... and fly straight into a girl running out of nowere in front of me... I bouce off her and into a huge pile of rocks that's cunningly disguised a perfect landing place... and I get soooo totaled...
I'm lying there in the pouring rain, drenched and in pain and desided not to move anywhere (mainly because no limbs could move), but then I noticed I held the flag... Then it's up to me to take it up some tower... I force myself more then I've even done before in my life and I limp, shake and shimmy forward like some 135 year old lady during a hurrican and make it to the tower... I chuck away my gun and start climbing up the ladder and finally make it to the top scoring a point for my team...
As difficult it was climbing up, I only made it for a good reason (stubborness)... For climbing down I needed a better reason (gravity)... and I half stumble down and more exausted then exausted is on an exausted day I slowly inch myself to the rendezvous point using (literally) the flag as a crutch... I feel like the last soldier coming home totally injured (I was actually more injured then that) after the war... but there was everyone else hopping and jumping around full of energy telling me that the games were only half finnished... OOOooofff...!
You wouldn't belive how good it was to slide into the Blue Lagoon after that... A natural geo-thermal heated lake filled with minerals... AAaahhh... Even though it did make my injuries sting a bit, it didn't matter much because most of my bleeding was internal...
After that I went on a strong pain relife diet which consisted of beer, beer and more beer... And by golly it shure did work...! I managed to hold a party til 3:00am, drink at a bar til 7:00am and bring people back for another party til 11:00am... That's what I call surviving...
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Friday, August 06, 2004
The moments ahead are going to be awesome...! No time to go into detail... Now where did I put my beer down (Yes, it's 11:40am!)...?
Cheers to the weekend...! And we do it Icelandic style...! No clinging glasses (that's so gay)... So, pick up your drink, raise it in front of you and say "Skál" (pronounced like "scowl"), look everyone in the eyes, take a sip, raise your glass again and nod to acknowledge the cheers (looking again at everyone), then lower your drink...
You will be tested on this when I get back...!
Have a good weekend...!
Skál!
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Cheers to the weekend...! And we do it Icelandic style...! No clinging glasses (that's so gay)... So, pick up your drink, raise it in front of you and say "Skál" (pronounced like "scowl"), look everyone in the eyes, take a sip, raise your glass again and nod to acknowledge the cheers (looking again at everyone), then lower your drink...
You will be tested on this when I get back...!
Have a good weekend...!
Skál!
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Thursday, August 05, 2004
I had a tiny accident at work today... nothing to be alarmed of... just a small burn on the back of both my hands... very small...
But the fact is... Burning yourself with boiling water (100 degrees) hurts... A chemical burn hurts even more... Now, a 975 degree chemical burn stings like a motherf*****...!!!
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But the fact is... Burning yourself with boiling water (100 degrees) hurts... A chemical burn hurts even more... Now, a 975 degree chemical burn stings like a motherf*****...!!!
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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I am soooooo looking forward to the weekend... Last weekend was the annual biggest camping weekend but I was working the whole time... so I got to make it up this weekend... I finnish work tomorrow at 4pm (I could say 16:00 but I know people who wouldn't get it) and then go shopping for supplize for the my workplace outing...
A. Beer...
B. More Beer (Got to set your priorities straight)...
C. Lamb meat (mutton), more then many of you will eat your whole lifetime...
D. Something to marinate the lamb in...
E. Other food stuff...
F. Charcole...
There... Then I get home and prepair the feast... On Friday I crack open a beer as I wake up around 11am (11:00 (duh!))... Then we play paintball from noon untill most of us are injured.. Then drink alot of beer before we go to the Blue Lagoon for a swim in the geothermal waters... Then a BBQ (with beer) and finally a party at my place downtown before we hit the bars untill 6:30-7am...
Saturday kicks off with me waking up when ever... Grabbing a cold beer for a hangover... Shopping at the mall for a birthday present... Stop at some bar... Then another BBQ + Party + Downtown til 6:30-7am...
Sunday will be spent groaning and moaning in bed as long as a can, arguing with my hangover...
To paraphraze the great philosopher René Descarte (who's a drunken fart): "I drink therefor I am...!"
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A. Beer...
B. More Beer (Got to set your priorities straight)...
C. Lamb meat (mutton), more then many of you will eat your whole lifetime...
D. Something to marinate the lamb in...
E. Other food stuff...
F. Charcole...
There... Then I get home and prepair the feast... On Friday I crack open a beer as I wake up around 11am (11:00 (duh!))... Then we play paintball from noon untill most of us are injured.. Then drink alot of beer before we go to the Blue Lagoon for a swim in the geothermal waters... Then a BBQ (with beer) and finally a party at my place downtown before we hit the bars untill 6:30-7am...
Saturday kicks off with me waking up when ever... Grabbing a cold beer for a hangover... Shopping at the mall for a birthday present... Stop at some bar... Then another BBQ + Party + Downtown til 6:30-7am...
Sunday will be spent groaning and moaning in bed as long as a can, arguing with my hangover...
To paraphraze the great philosopher René Descarte (who's a drunken fart): "I drink therefor I am...!"
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Sorry I haven't been posting lately... It's do to a lot of factors...
The work factor is quite high, then time factor, and sleepyness factor, beer factor, fear factor, not here factor, as a matter of factor and yada yada yada...
So... as you can see there is a lot involved here...
... or it's just because I was lazy...
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The work factor is quite high, then time factor, and sleepyness factor, beer factor, fear factor, not here factor, as a matter of factor and yada yada yada...
So... as you can see there is a lot involved here...
... or it's just because I was lazy...
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