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  <title>Kitten of Doom</title>
  <subtitle>Master of the Intartubes</subtitle>
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    <name>Aelric Nonymus</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-22T16:47:30Z</updated>
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    <title>Shagma</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T16:47:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T16:47:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just bought every episode of shagma. On a whim. It's almost as good as I remember.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sortkatt:33175</id>
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    <title>Fuck</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T10:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T10:21:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck fuckety fucking fuckerhead fuckers. The fucking virus-fuckers in my body is still fucking up my fucking liver, so I _still_ can't fucking drink, and some fuckers, either in the fucking postal fucking service, the fucked up fucking customs fuckers, or in the actual fuckers who sent me the (glorious) package fucking fucked it all up and thus lost my fucking package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sortkatt:32847</id>
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    <title>I need a new doctor</title>
    <published>2008-09-13T09:42:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-13T09:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anyone know of a really good one in Oslo?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sortkatt:32757</id>
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    <title>Fever</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T18:08:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T18:08:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't felt this horrible in years. Last night, as I stupidly braved the quiz (but cleverly stopped drinking beer almost after the first), I slowly realized I was getting ill. Finally leaving after the last round, I started shivering uncontrollably, and when I got home, I immediatly went to bed, freezing and sweating and generally being several degrees celsius more than healthy. I was in to much pain to sleep, but when the sun came up this morning, I started feeling a bit better. That lasted some hours, now I'm worse than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. A very high fever, horrific stomachache, general fever induced muscle ache, sore troat, neck feeling like it's been used to flatten tarmac, headache, and complete and utter exhastion. (Allthough that last one might be because of the lack of sleep too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's summer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sortkatt:32480</id>
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    <title>Haircut</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T12:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T12:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a new haircut yesterday. I now have the option of looking like either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: A good old fashioned Nazi (not those unwashed skinheads, the ones from the old propagande posters), but&amp;nbsp; with slightly unwashed hair, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: A 17-year-old kid with self inflicted scars on his lower arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairdresser cut away about thrice as much as I asked her to (and gave me a magazine so I wouldn't notice). She refused to cut away at the front though, since that would look "old fashioned" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked and dismayed, I paid her.&lt;br /&gt;She'll pay, oh how she'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;*looks up "illegal arms dealers" in the yellow pages.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sortkatt:32160</id>
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    <title>Roleplaying</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T12:52:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T12:52:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I got home from the larp this sunday, being generally satisfied and happy with the fun I'd had when I saw the package slip from the post office. The comic and general nerd-stuff shop I usually buy Rpg-book at advertised a special intruduction price of only 300 kroner (about&amp;nbsp; 60 USD) per book. Amazon.com wanted about ten dollars more for the hole three book set. These must be good times for Norwegian import business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've gotten a peek at the new Dungeons and Dragons. Know what? It actually looks rather good. I still haven't really had the time to look closely at it, but my impressions are these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are somewhat less options to choose from when making your character, but they are all much more significant. Thus, we might have a system that is easier to teach and get the hang of, but with more possibilities for different character concepts. Of course, it might be that it only makes all characters do the same, but with different flavor texts, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Combat will only be marginally faster than before, and then only because the players options will be clearer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Races other than Humans will _not_ actually cripple your character completely munchkin-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All females depicted are still big breasted scantilly clad 20-something super models. Even the dwarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DM-ing will be a breeze compared to what it was earlier. I think it will actually be quite manageable to dm a session without planning any of the encounters ahead of time, and with only minimal delay in reading encounters in the books. More and easier improvisations? Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The World of warcraft-ness I was afraid of seems to have been largely pessimism. Won't know until We've played a session or two, though... Who's with me? This weekend, for example? Who? Speak up!</content>
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    <title>Chewing gum</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T10:59:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T10:59:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's an idea:&lt;br /&gt;Find out how much it'd cost to clean up all the spots of chewing gum in the streets. Make a tax on chewing gum that would be enough to cover this clean up. Double the tax to pay for administrating, then use the money to clean up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just make a law against sale of chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just pardon anyone shooting anyone else if the deceased was chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... No bonus points to whoever guesses whats under my sandals at the moment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sortkatt:31659</id>
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    <title>Word rant</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T08:29:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T08:29:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone has stolen our words. Here's a futile little attempt at getting them back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist:&lt;br /&gt;Someone who creates art. Now, defining art is really difficult, but I'm pretty certain the makeup in some Hollywood-persons face isn't it. Thus, the term "Make up artist" is pretentious, stupid, and silly. There are other examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design(er):&lt;br /&gt;Design is the art (sic.) of purposefully planning the form, function, production and &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;aesthetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;of a product you want to make. It's not another word for "looks" (nor for aesthetic properties). Someone who polishes peoples nails and then glues little plastic flowers on them is not a designer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist/Terrorism:&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism is instilling fear with the aim of reaching political goals. Perhaps the definition also has to include a clause about violence, but I'm not certain of it. However, really violent robberies are not terrorism whichever way you look at it. Neither is Guerilla attacks on military targets. Hiding amongst civilians might be unethical, but it doesn't make you a terrorist. It's calmed down a bit, but terror is still one of the most misused words I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminist/Feminism:&lt;br /&gt;Feminism is about realizing that society is treating men and women unequally, realizing that most of the inequality favors men, and wanting to do something about it. It's not a word for describing financially successful women. Thus, being rich or successful, and a woman, does _not_ automatically&amp;nbsp;  make you a feminist. _Especially_ if the way you made those money was by having someone take pictures of your newly enlarged breasts. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against porn in itself, but making money the one way women have always been able to make money, no matter how patriarchal(or whatever)&amp;nbsp; the society was, is _not_ an expression of feminism. (Of course, one can be a pornstar/prostitute/housewife _and_ a feminist. But the career-choice in itself, and the potential success in that field can not be seen as an expression of that feminism). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. That last one is the result of a discussion I had on the internet about some boob-chick claiming her doing what se did was the "modern" feminism, and much cooler and hipper than that boring old unshaved-armpit-feminism from the seventies. &lt;br /&gt;Word thieves must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I think it's sad that groups like Ottar only get media attention when harassing porn-dealers. Now, I get their arguments even though I disagree with them, that's not the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is young girls saying "Feminism? Urgh, that's like that horrible stuff when I can't watch porn or shave my armpits, right? I'm against that shit!". Hopefully, these same girls would object if they were forces to do all the housework our being denied equal opportunity in the workplace (or anywhere else), but still. When the word itself has become... dirty, in some peoples minds, there is a problem.</content>
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    <title>sortkatt @ 2008-05-27T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T08:45:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T08:45:41Z</updated>
    <category term="stupid silliness idiocy crap"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Silly girly meme-thing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the first time you ever saw the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Uglebo. A Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the greatest thing that happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and there was great weather and everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many TRUE friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno? Less than ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather get up early or sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the shirt you' re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Its light blue with totoro on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Eat dinner and watch Rome with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;New job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;br /&gt;Garbage, laundry and beerbottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Bicycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats currently bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last IM?&lt;br /&gt;Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you currently hear?&lt;br /&gt;Ben Houge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;30. December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;Neither? Hmm. Sad. I Don't like myself when I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Lot of some things. Less of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the worst feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close with your mom?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you last in the car with?&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When were you last outside?&lt;br /&gt;When going to work. About 1.5 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one fear you have;&lt;br /&gt;Hight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Duh. Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the thought of marriage scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;None at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What' s your favorite color to wear?&lt;br /&gt;Brown. And blue. And black. Like red too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;The girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich &amp;amp; sad or poor &amp;amp; happy?&lt;br /&gt;Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get bored easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something that someone can do that really bothers you?&lt;br /&gt;Be stupid. I hate stupid ignorant fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish on 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;?!?. Guess that's a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to the beach do you swim or lay out more?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Swim, read, swim, read, get sunburn, swim, apply sunblock, swim, notice sunburn, read, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you obsessed with?&lt;br /&gt;Nerd stuff. Airsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who and when was your last hug?&lt;br /&gt;The girl. This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like going to the mall to shop or just shopping online?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can music affect your mood?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I... dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a cave?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you hang out or see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;When I finish work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you that they want to spend the rest of their life with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I didn't want to spend it with her, though. I think she was evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could pick the temperature of the outdoors for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;21 degrees celcius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you can change for someone?&lt;br /&gt;I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with girls?&lt;br /&gt;Most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you baby?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;Incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you do two nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;Hung with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last call from?&lt;br /&gt;Not counting work? Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What show did you last watch?&lt;br /&gt;Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;?!? I guess that mean no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep and meaningful conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be with your boyfriend/girlfriend right now?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have family problems?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are most people in your top friends from?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, around, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;I like to think so. That, or they have some sinister plot involving penguins, lasers and 34,8 tons of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw # 4 on your top friends list?&lt;br /&gt;I don't rank my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;"Towns" by Ben Houge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone in the last twenty four hours ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give good advice?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been skydiving?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Sounds fun, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Running?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like myspace or facebook better?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo. Oslo. Trondheim. My grandparents cabin. My bed. Other peoples beds... &lt;br /&gt;I don't like ranking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Forsikringsreklame</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T19:09:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T19:09:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Denne her var fin, men moroa forutsetter at du har sett variantene med Storhøy eller en av de andre forsikringshore-skuespillerne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kjendis.no/2008/05/14/535198.html"&gt;http://www.kjendis.no/2008/05/14/535198.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Emptyness</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T11:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T11:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just cleaned out my inbox for the first time since... well, I pretend I have to think about it, but since I actually read at least the titles of the oldes emails in it, I don't. They were from before I went to Japan, that is, around august 2006. Thus I went from about 300 emails in my inbox to two. Of course, Gmail has that nifty "Archive" function instead of "Delete", so anything that seemed like it could be even remotely interesting in the future is safe from the horrible fate of the thrash bin. Still managed to fill up&amp;nbsp; several pages of 50 emails each in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did it as a sort of excuse to not have to clean my room. After spending the last week sewing linen, the hole room is covered in thick white dust. By finally cleaning out my Gmail inbox, I get the nice fluffly feeling of doing spring cleaning without actually having to pull out the vacuum cleaner or *shudder* the mop &amp;amp; bucket. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for that little problem of the dust clogging up my computer, videogame console, TV and throat... Fuck it. I'll do it some other time.</content>
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    <title>Grand theft</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T07:48:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T07:48:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I actually haven't played very much videogames since I bought GTA IV, I've been much too busy with other fun stuff to really find much time for it, but the little I have played seem to have warped my already dangerously warped mind to hitherto unseen levels of warpedness (I'm givin' you all I can Cap'n, she cannea take it much longer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the violence bit is already maxed, so in that regard the evil influence of games has no effect on me (or rather, has effected me to the full extent possible years ago), but the following little anecdote ,or rather the events which it describes, managed to scare me a bit (Ah, well no, not scare, but shake me up a bit, perhaps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking from the train to work, I cross a little plaza. Today, there was a seemingly abandoned police squad car there, and no uniformed police in sight . They were probably having breakfast at a nearby café or something, I dunno. The police station is about 100m away, so it could really have been anything. Point is, in my mind for about two seconds, the following thought process went unhindered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, a police car, those are fast and real easy to steer. I'll get to work a bit faster if I "borrow" this. Then again, I'm not sure how easy it will be to loose my wanted level here, a bit difficult to navigate, isn't it? But ooh, no cops in it! That means I won't get shot at while i hotwire it, great!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, luckily, my sense returned, and I steered away from it.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Unshockable</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T09:07:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T09:14:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are two ways of getting shocked. At least if we don't count those involving electricity. These two are the good, fun way, and the horrible, bad one. When (if) I have claimed I don't shake easily, I guess what I usually mean (Well, compared to some I might be rather blasé about a lot of things) is that I put most circumstances in the first, good, category. (I see this as a positive quality in myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when the not at all very good but very lesbian band warming up for the better band where my mates friend where singing sung a song about menstruation, I was slightly shocked, but in the good, fun way, and laughed. Same goes for really horrible un-PC jokes, too-detailed accounts of sexual exploits/perversions and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other one. The bad way of being shocked (and often outraged): Fucktards. Surprisingly (or perhaps not) the most shocking, outrageous people and statements are often a result of not being able to handle the things I put in the "good" category. People who wants to dictate what other people have a right to do in private because they cannot bear thinking someone might do something they themselves think is disgusting and outrageous. People trying to decide what language is acceptable. People seeing it as a given that they should not have to wash their own floors because they have a good enough income to pay some poor guy to do it for them. People actually judging people from their appearance alone (be it an expensive bimbo-look or a drunkards rags). Racists, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm sure I've shocked people both in ways I myself would characterize as good _and_ bad. And even more obviously, ways they see as bad. I guess the difference is whether we see that the fact that we let ourselves get shaken by something is silly or not. I might not be able to remain completely unshaken if someone went into detail on [whatever], but I'd see that my reaction was silly, and probably find the situation funny enough to laugh. (Of course, you can claim that I'm merely laughing as a defense mechanism to an uncomfortable situation, as a way of not having to deal, but I rally don't think so). Now, the people I characterize as fucktards would get angry. Actually, they'd react the same way I do when confronted with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interview with Galtung the other day. He has a model of how societies coexist with each other. There are several levels, from "Intolerance", trough "Tolerance" to&amp;nbsp; "Dialog" and&amp;nbsp; "Learning". He says tolerance is only slightly better than intolerance, because it implies that the ones doing the tolerating are better than the ones being tolerated. "Sure. Our way is better than yours, but since we are so damned enlightened, we tolerate your pitiful and morally objectionable ways anyways." Now, for one thing, I'm not sure how applicable his model is on an individual level. Hey, for all I know, I've misunderstood the hole thing, and he was talking about tolerating/not tolerating an entire culture. If so, I have no quarrel. I do not agree however, that tolerance has to be condescending. When faced with a different view than our own, it should be completely legitimate to accept that the views are different, but not necessarily better or worse than each other. (Although, perhaps such a conclusion is impossible without dialog?) Also, there are things that is not learnable that some people manage to be intolerant towards. Race, Sexual orientation, gender... I'm guessing I'm being unnecessaryily difficult, but I really don't see how we can do more than tolerate (if at least, by tolerate we mean accept as equal (aha, I guess Galtung does not in his model. That would explain it.) such differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either we have to define "tolerance" as "we are not trying to stop you, but we see you as less worthy" and put acceptance as a necessity for dialog, or we have to put in acceptance as another level (with the added meaning of&amp;nbsp; "accept as equal", or we have to realize that the model is meant as a tool for peace-work and not as a means of looking at personal relations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, either way. I think it's easier to get someone to keep their damned opinions to themselves and stop letting their moral outrage spill out on whoever outrages them than to actually have them talk to and learn from whoever shocks them so. Then again, the latter might actually teach them to stop being outraged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough thinking. My head is starting to hurt again. If someone can actually follow my thoughts here, I'd be happy to hear from you.</content>
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    <title>Violence as the answer to any or all problems</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T11:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T11:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally got a fix of DnD (as a player) yesterday. I think the DM hated both me and my character, but that's OK, since I know that both are really wonderful persons. Also, my character can do 9d10 dmg /round at 8. level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you this? Two reasons converging to the same point:&lt;br /&gt;1: I've refused to DM until someone else (actually, someone specific, but i ceded that little detail) did, since I've wanted to play for ages now. &lt;br /&gt;2: When I play, I always remember that DMing can also be great and excellent fun. (Although DMing always makes me remember how much more fun playing is, but lets forget that little detail for the time being).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has led me to conclude that, despite my setting barely being outlined and my system needing a lot of testing and tweaking, I want to start my campaign. It's gonna have Spies, Pirates, Adventurers, Criminals and Evil corporations in it. If that doesn't tell you something about the setting, you won't get any bonus XP the first session.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Who wants to play?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>April fools day.</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T08:50:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T08:53:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've already been fooled once. Great fun and embarrassment. It seems the most successful jokes plays on people's greed: Promise them something free, and they'll be to busy scrambling to get it to think twice. I've always laughed of people falling for these jokes, greedy little bastards that they are, but this time, a combination of me completely forgetting which day it is and ... well, greed, really, made me swallow it hook, line and sinker. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might be a lot worse is the fact that after having been fooled thoroughly, I've guessed every outrageous story in the paper is another joke. They can't seriously mean that?! What the... This is to horrible, it has to be a joke...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, though, I'm afraid a lot of these stories are factual. I hope not, but unless all the papers I read have 3-4 jokes today, bad stuff has happened and people in power are bastards. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated topic:&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend of ours, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_martinemonster' lj:user='martinemonster' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://martinemonster.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://martinemonster.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;martinemonster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, has hurriedly decided to permanently vacate the country. She has asked me to announce that as she is unable to take her stuff with her, it's all up for grabs. &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_45hasle' lj:user='45hasle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://45hasle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://45hasle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;45hasle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yours truly have already secured the best stuff for ourselves, but there's still some nice items left, including most of her wardrobe. Run up to Sinsen and see if you find anything you'd like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've just won the lottery. As my calculations indicate that I'll only need 90%, or about 18 million of the money (in Kroner), I've decided to give the rest away evenly amongst the people who'll visit me later today (after five pm) completely naked and able to tell me how much money all such visitors will get to share.</content>
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    <title>sortkatt @ 2008-03-31T14:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T12:42:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T14:24:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A lovely vixen from Hell.&lt;br /&gt;She pacified me with a spell.&lt;br /&gt;Then opened her blouse...&lt;br /&gt;and bit off my nose!&lt;br /&gt;I have lost any sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or I still have a cold. Stand by for updates on this fascinating subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;God damn! It was a cold. I think I just sneezed out parts of my spinal column. Oh well. Hope it wasn't any of the important parts.</content>
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    <title>More classifieds.</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T13:54:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T13:54:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Girlfriend wanted:&lt;br /&gt;Applicants must have female genitals. Boobs are not mandatory but a definite plus. Everyone applicable is strongly encouraged send me me their applications. &lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I think I need more people reading my LJ for this to work.</content>
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    <title>Jericho</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T13:06:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T13:06:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Relatively spoiler-free&lt;br /&gt;One of the more eagerly awaited second seasons finally arrived. I've watched the six first episodes. It's... good.&lt;br /&gt;I think it sucked that Eric died, though. Annoying character, but the dynamic between him and Jake was important to Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the "rebuilding society and collecting armored tanks"-thing from the first season, but to compensate, the conspiracy plot and the "Jericho is just a metaphor on Falluja or Iraq or whatever" is a lot more emphasized. The Major especially is an interesting and very well played character. &lt;br /&gt;So, well, yeah! Run along and download it, all of you. When will episode 0207 get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that thing about Eric was a joke by the way. Not a spoiler, just a joke. ...or was it? Muhahahaha.</content>
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    <title>True irony</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T14:44:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T14:51:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Or sarcasm, or whatever. The thing is, using it in written texts is usually a study in how to get misinterpreted. Everyone knows that. We all still use it, hoping our readers will be of enough of a similar mindset that they'll get it, and they often do. They often don't too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is, it seems, that a lot of people also seems to have trouble getting it when I us it verbally. This means they think I'm saying the opposite of what I'm actually trying to say. Since I usually use irony only (well, mostly) when it should be clear what I really think (since the opposite would make me an asshole) i find this provoking, which again leads me to shovel even more heinous opinions into the debate (to make them understand I'm not serious). Sadly, as often as not, the image whoever I'm talking to have made up of me is already that of a complete asshole, one of which they'd believe anything, and we have a loop of badness going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Argghh, the problem we are facing is that our parents are too many compared to us. The only way we can bear the burden of supporting their retirements is to withhold medical care, so that we save money both on pensions since they will die faster and on our healthcare system, since we won't waste it on unproductive members of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: What?! Are you a fascist or something? That would be horrible, how can you say... Perhaps we could incerase the age of retirement, but what you're suggesting is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: [mentally wondering who this idiot is.] Hmm, yes, letting old people die sick and alone would be inhumane. We should make a system based on how long they kept working, how much taxes they paid throughout their lives and how important their jobs were, and from that calculate how long we want to keep them alive. And even if it's a bit more expensive, we should have "death homes", where we will help these formerly productive members of society die in humane and controlled circumstances... And I think the cost of the homes will even out with the savings on pensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: [stares] But, but, you can't&amp;nbsp; mean that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: [slaps Someone]: No I can't, you fool! I was trying to emphasize&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; my point by using sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Some times, however, I don't get the chance to explain that I'm not serious, and i people will keep thinking I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, I have 4 alternatives:&lt;br /&gt;1: I can start laughing or smiling or something when I'm being ironic, to make it clear that I'm not serious.&lt;br /&gt;2: I can stop and explain it if someone misunderstand me.&lt;br /&gt;3: I can stop trying to be witty all the time.&lt;br /&gt;4: I can keep going as I have, sometimes making people think I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three would probably be best. one of the two first ones would probably be ok. Knowing myself though, I'll keep choosing #4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe.</content>
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    <title>Ordensregler</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T12:14:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T12:38:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fem mennesker i en ikke alt for stor leilighet kan fort bli mye rot og uorden, så jeg bestemte meg for å ordne opp ved å skrive ordensregler for leiligheten. Tror dette skal bli bra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stilletid:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Støy skal ikke forekomme etter klokken 21.00. Med støy menes lyder av ubehagelig karakter høye nok til å høres utenfor rommet lyden stammer fra. Det er lytteren som bestemmer hvorvidt en lyd er av ubehagelig karakter. Overskridelser av denne regelen fører til slag mot bar rumpe med visp. Antall slag&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;bestemmes av lytter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rydding:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De enkelte beboere er selv ansvarlige for sitt rot i fellesarealer. I tilfeller hvor de er forhindret av godkjente årsaker (Sykdom, Arbeid, Latskap eller Overdreven prokrastinasjon) tilfaller oppgaven de kvinnelige beboerne. Om det ikke finnes kvinnelige beboere tilfaller oppgaven den yngste mannlige beboeren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vask:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bad, gang og kjøkken skal rengjøres med støvsuger/feiekost hver uke og såpevask 2 ganger pr. måned. Kvinnelige beboere er ansvarlige for denne vasken. Er det ingen kvinnelige beboere blir den yngste mannlige beboeren ansvarlig.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De enkelte hyblene er den enkelte beboers ansvar, men i tilfeller hvor dette ansvaret ikke tas er det opp til vaskeansvarlig (les: kvinne(ne)) å holde renholdet også her på et anstendig nivå.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sikkerhet:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Begge utganger skal være låst til enhver tid. I tilfeller hvor uvedkommende forsøker å skaffe seg adgang til leiligheten er det de mannlige beboeres oppgave å hindre denne adgangen med vold. Om det ikke finnes mannlige beboere tilfaller dette ansvaret den eldste kvinnelige beboeren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tilfeller hvor autoriserte gjester (uvedkommende som en av beboerne har gitt midlertidig adgang til leiligheten) forsøker å øve vold mot eller tilrane seg eierskap over leilighet, eiendom eller andre beboere eller autoriserte gjester plikter den nermeste mannlige beboeren å stoppe gjesten med vold. Om ingen mannlige beboere er til stede tilfaller plikten den eldste kvinnelige beboeren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mangelfull utførelse av plikter:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mangelfull utførelse av pliktene medfører straff. Straffen avhenger av alvorlighetsgraden i unnasluntringen, men ”Cruel and Unusual” bør være stikkord for utformingen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Konflikter mellom beboere:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Konflikter mellom beboere løses ved å ta dem opp med megleren. Meglerrollen går på rundgang ut fra kinesiske stjernetegn I 2008 er megleren er den av de blonde mannlige beboerne som er eldst. De to sidene i konflikten legger fram sine synspunkter, og megleren dikterer hvilke straff som utdeles. Om en av sidene i konflikten ikke føyer seg etter denne avgjørelsen dobles straffen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Konflikter som involverer megleren løses på samme måte, bortsett fra at megleren strafes firedobbelt om han nekter å føye seg etter avgjørelsen.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Solving conflicts by violence.</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T18:48:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T18:48:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just watched the third Rambo movie. I loved the movies message: If you can't solve the problem with violence, just apply some more. Oh, and pacifists are cowards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I did laugh out load a couple of times, so I'd rate the movie "downloadable" (On the "Unwatchable" -&amp;gt; "Don't change the channel if it's on, at least not before the commercials" -&amp;gt; "TV watchable" -&amp;gt; "Say yes if someone wants to lend it to you" -&amp;gt; "Downloadable" -&amp;gt; "Rentable" -&amp;gt; "Worth watching on a theater even if you're not there with a hot chick" -scale").</content>
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    <title>Gary Gygax is dead.</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T13:49:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T13:49:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...and just in time too. Now he can turn in his grave when 4. ed. is published.</content>
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    <title>Historiens styggeste sveis.</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T19:51:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T19:51:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jeg er ikke sikker på om jeg skal føle meg smigret siden jeg tydeligvis var forut for moten, eller fornærmet siden sveisen kalles historiens styggeste, men siden jeg klipte meg i romjula har jeg uansett en annen en. Jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dagbladet.no/kultur/2008/02/26/528097.html"&gt;http://www.dagbladet.no/kultur/2008/02/26/528097.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm a taker, not a giver</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T09:37:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T11:57:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was sincerely hoping that everyone would let me get away with grasping for compliments without giving anyone the opportunity to grasp back, but then my &lt;strike&gt;consciousness&lt;/strike&gt; conscience (trice-damn, fucking bastard spawn of Satan, disloyal jerk-rag thing that it is) wouldn't let me. I hate that thing. &lt;br /&gt;Still... throw your fishing poles here, and I'll tell you things about you that I love. &amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>I'm tired of hearing of M.R.Osmundsen</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T09:38:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T09:38:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For one thing, I thought it was a long standing tradition in the Norwegian labor party to give important positions to friends and close connections. For the other, I'm far from convinced this has happened here. It's like the newspapers have to continue spewing their crap just to legitimize all the crap they've spewed so far. An the opposition politicians? Apart from the Christian Peoples Party, who, (ironically) called the hole shebang a Witch Hunt, and asked the inquisitorial  papers to calm down,  the reactions have gone from sympathy grabbing by asking for the cabinet to resign to sympathy grabbing by only demanding Osmundsens resignation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that the Progress Partys, the classical political racists, in no way react like this because Osmundsen is black. It's not like they objected when she got the job either, now was it? Well, yeah, ok, but that had nothing to do with the fact that she was black, it was only because she was a foreigner. That's ok then, isn't it?</content>
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