Archive for March, 2007

One of my first posts ever on this blog was a preliminary review of a TV-show titled “Dexter“. When I wrote that review, I had only watched four episodes of the show, but that didn’t stop me from naming it one of my favorite shows around. Season 1 of Dexter ended Thursday evening, and the praise chorus is still going strong. This is a great show; one I dare you to watch.

“Dexter” is a show unlike any other show I’ve ever seen. It isn’t afraid to deal with issues no one else dares to consider putting in a show. The main character is an emotionally crippled serial killer who works as a blood specialist in the forensic department of the Miami Police Department. Dexter was adopted by his a cop when he was three years old. His “father” soon discovered that something in Dexter’s past had changed this kid forever. Dexter couldn’t feel anything, and the only passion he had was killing. To prevent Dexter from going to jail, his father taught him how to go about his killing; a codex telling him how to kill and who deserved to die.

The show deals with Dexter’s passion as well as why he became what he is today. His job at the Miami P.D. lets him work from inside the unit that should be punishing those who broke the law, but sometimes the killers get away. It becomes Dexter’s job to deal with these bastards, all the while he has to act and behave as a normal person. No one can know what he is; not even his sister or girlfriend.

The major plot lines of the show are Dexter’s killings, his childhood mysteries, his equally emotionally crippled girlfriend and a sinister master mind “The Ice Truck Killer”, who seems to enjoy killing even more than Dexter. One of the most satisfying things about this show is that each and every one of these plot lines are brought to a conclusion, but you are left with the feeling to know more about Dexter. Every episode is important to the plot; no “monster’s of the week” in this show.

“Dexter” is a drama, and nothing more. You won’t laugh, except when the situations that Dexter brings you in become so surreal and utterly dark that you have to fend them off in one way or another. The show is photographed in a very artistic and compelling way, and the directors have been brave enough to not cut back on the violence. One of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever seen is when Dexter is depressed, and the rain that’s falling from the sky turns to blood. The imagery was well beyond what you could expect from a regular TV-show (maybe because this isn’t a regular TV-show by any means)…

All though “Dexter” is great show, it also has its weaknesses. The biggest one of them are the actors cast in some certain pivotal roles that aren’t of the greatest quality. Dexter is portrayed brilliantly, as well as the eventual role of “the Ice Truck Killer”, but Dexter’s sister is maybe one of the worst actors I’ve seen. I got use to her after some time, but she ruined some scenes with great potential with her sloppy delivery and failure to gain believability with the audience.

“Showtime” has ordered a second season of “Dexter”, which I’m most certainly going to watch. Each episode is almost an hour long and the season count clocked in at around a twelve.

“Dexter” comes highly recommended. It’s not only a great show, like Buffy or Heroes, but a show that will haunt your thoughts and make you reconsider your own morals on difficult issues. The final verdict for “Dexter”, season 1: 9/10.


I’m willing to bet that whoever is reading this post regards themselves as a person with no major flaws in either appearance or character. As a prophet of the forthcoming Apocalypse, I’m required to inform that you are wrong. You are flawed in every possible and impossible way imaginable to the human mind. Especially so if you’re compared to Terje Phlegmont Mendoza.

Now, you might ask yourself why Terje is excluded from my high-horsed ranting about your personal short-comings. The answer to that question is very simple: he bribed me. No, not with money or by prostituting his own body, but by mailing me eight seasons of Joss Whedon shows. Thank you, Terje. You have saved my soul from mind numbing boredom in the forthcoming weeks.

Neatly stacked inside a handy CD-purse, I found Buffy – the Vampire Slayer season 3, 6 and 7, and “Angel” season 1-5. It’s my very own jewelry box 🙂

As a side effect of Terje’s inhuman kindness to a total stranger, I now consider myself his personal slave, with which he may dispose of in any way he sees fit. Terje: I owe you. Big time.

I’m listening to the radio while I’m writing this post, and what other song than “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen starts playing as soon as I type the first words of this post? I consider this proof that Terje has connection up high in the system. Maybe not the whole way to heaven, but at least to the music director of NRK P3. Impressive, but not unexpected 😛
Another thing that’s impressive about Terje is his blog and his incredible taste in books. Don’t worry; I won’t list every single thing that’s impressive with this semi-god. Suffice to say that he may be related to either Scott Lynch, Joss Whedon, JRR Tolkien, Peter Jackson, Tor Åge Bringsværd, Steven Erikson, GRR Martin, Platon or Leonardo da Vinci. Take your pick 🙂

No other person has had a greater influence on what I read, how I behave on net, what I write about in my blog, and what I watch, than Terje. You’re super hero to me and my mentor. You’re my Dr. Cox and I’m J.D. (Loki is probably Bob Kelso). I heartily recommend his blog, Thus Spoketh Terje, which is everything I want “The Apocalypse” to become.

As a fun fact I decided to run a picture of Terje through an image comparer, which tells you what celebrity Terje looks the most alike. The results were, to say the least, interesting

In one picture, the celebrity who Terje looked the most alike was Barbara Streisand, due to the uncanny similarity of the duo’s noses. But not to worry; does of you who doesn’t find Streisand particularly hot can find solace when I tell you that Terje also had a 50 % match with Jessica Simpson and Kate Beckinsale (and for some reason; Burt Reynolds…).

When I tried another picture, Angelina Jolie and Matthew Perry popped up as the best matches. I’m not quite sure what to make of the fact that Terje has a striking resemblance to saliva demanding babes, but I guess it’s a compliment. I love Matthew Perry (of course in a very manly way), so two thumbs up for that match, Terje!

Once again; Thank’s a million. You are teh Man! You rock harder than Led Zeppelin on crack, you write better than Shakespeare and Tolkien combined and you’re so nice that the National Health Department has seen it necessary to brand you with a health warning (to keep the small kids away).

God Save Terje 😀

Shocking News: The Hugo’s

This year’s Hugo nominations have been published, and the real shocker is that I haven’t made it this year either. But I don’t let small things like that bring me down; I’ll get that nomination next year. Here is the entire list and some comments of mine:

Michael F. Flynn, Eifelheim (Tor)
Naomi Novik, His Majesty’s Dragon (Del Rey; also, Voyager, 1/06, as Temeraire)
Charles Stross, Glasshouse (Ace)
Vernor Vinge, Rainbows End (Tor)
Peter Watts, Blindsight (Tor)

I have only read one of these books, and the “Temeraire” wasn’t all that good. I’m actually kinda shocked that “The Lies of Locke Lamora” didn’t make it, especially since it was miles and miles and miles better than “Temeraire”, which wasn’t even a very good at all. Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman, was also eligible this year, and that book did really deserve an award.

“The Walls of the Universe” by Paul Melko (Asimov’s, April/May 2006)
“A Billion Eyes” by Robert Reed (Asimov’s, October/November 2006)
“Inclination” by William Shunn (Asimov’s, April/May 2006)
“Lord Weary’s Empire” by Michael Swanwick (Asimov’s, December 2006)
Julian: A Christmas Story by Robert Charles Wilson (PS Publishing)
“Yellow Card Man” by Paolo Bacigalupi (Asimov’s, December 2006)
“Dawn, and Sunset, and the Colours of the Earth” by Michael F. Flynn (Asimov’s, December 2006)
“The Djinn’s Wife” by Ian McDonald (Asimov’s, July 2006)
“All the Things You Are” by Mike Resnick (Jim Baen’s Universe, October 2006)
“Pol Pot’s Beautiful Daughter” by Geoff Ryman (F&SF, October/November 2006)

Short Story
“How to Talk to Girls at Parties” by Neil Gaiman (Fragile Things, William Morrow)
“Kin” by Bruce McAllister (Asimov’s, February 2006)
“Impossible Dreams” by Timothy Pratt (Asimov’s, July 2006)
“Eight Episodes” by Robert Reed (Asimov’s, June 2006)
“The House Beyond Your Sky” by Benjamin Rosenbaum (Strange Horizons, September 2006)

I’ve read “How to talk to Girls at Parties”, by Neil Gaiman, and even though I didn’t like the book as an entity, I though this particular story quite brilliant. I hope he wins, especially since Anansi Boys isn’t on the ballot.

Related Book
Samuel R. Delany, About Writing: Seven Essays, Four Letters, and Five Interviews (Wesleyan University Press)
Joseph T. Major, Heinlein’s Children: The Juveniles (Advent: Publishing)
Julie Phillips, James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon (St. Martin’s Press)
John Picacio, Cover Story: The Art of John Picacio (MonkeyBrain Books)
Mike Resnick & Joe Siclari, eds., Worldcon Guest of Honor Speeches (ISFiC Press)

Dramatic Presentation, Long Form
Children of Men. Screenplay by Alfonso Cuaron and Timothy J. Sexton. Directed by Alfonso Cuaron. (Universal Pictures)
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. Screenplay by Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio. Directed by Gore Verbinski. (Disney)
The Prestige. Screenplay by Jonathan Nolan and Christopher Nolan. Directed by Christopher Nolan. (Warner Brothers / Touchstone Pictures)
A Scanner Darkly. Screenplay by Richard Linklater. Directed by Richard Linklater. (Warner Independent Pictures)
V for Vendetta. Screenplay by David Lloyd. Directed by James McTeigue. (Warner Brothers)

It seems like I’m more well versed in films than in Books, because I’ve seen all of these films, excepting “Children of Men” and “The Prestige”. I would have seen those too if I had gotten the chance, but my local cinema isn’t that big on SFF flicks.

If I had to choose between those of the films I have seen, my vote would go to “V for Vendetta”. PotC 2 wasn’t a great movie, but I’m guessing it will be better when I’ve seen number 3. “A Scanner Darkly” was an interesting movie, but it wasn’t one of those films you clap your hands together for.

Dramatic Presentation, Short Form
Battlestar Galactica, “Downloaded.” Writers Bradley Thompson and David Weddle. Directed by Jeff Woolnough. (NBC Universal/British Sky)
Doctor Who, “Army of Ghosts” and “Doomsday.” Written by Russell T. Davies. Directed by Graeme Harper. (BBC Wales/BBC1)
Doctor Who, “Girl in the Fireplace.” Written by Steven Moffat. Directed by Euros Lyn. (BBC Wales/BBC1)
Doctor Who, “School Reunion.” Written by Toby Whithouse. Directed by James Hawes. (BBC Wales/BBC1)

Stargate SG-1, “200.” Written by Brad Wright, Robert C. Cooper, Joseph Mallozzi, Paul Mullie, Carl Binder, Martin Gero, and Alan McCullough. Directed by Martin Wood. (Double Secret Productions/NBC Universal)

I’ll have to check what this “Doctor Who” show is like…

Editor, Long Form
Lou Anders (Pyr)
James Patrick Baen (Baen Books)
Ginjer Buchanan (Ace Books/Roc)
David G. Hartwell (Tor Books)
Patrick Nielsen Hayden (Tor Books)

Editor, Short Form
Gardner Dozois (The Year’s Best Science Fiction)
David G. Hartwell (Year’s Best SF / The New York Review of Science Fiction)
Stanley Schmidt (Analog)
Gordon Van Gelder (Fantasy and Science Fiction)
Sheila Williams (Asimov’s)

Professional Artist
Bob Eggleton
Donato Giancola
Stephan Martiniere
John Jude Palencar
John Picacio

Ansible, ed. Dave Langford
Interzone, ed. Andy Cox
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, ed. Gavin J. Grant & Kelly Link
Locus, ed. Charles N. Brown, Kirsten Gong-Wong, & Liza Groen Trombi
The New York Review of Science Fiction, ed. Kathryn Cramer, David G. Hartwell, & Kevin J. Maroney

Banana Wings ed. Claire Brialey & Mark Plummer
Challenger ed. Guy Lillian III
The Drink Tank ed. Christopher J. Garcia
Plokta ed. Alison Scott, Steve Davies, & Mike Scott
Science-Fiction Five-Yearly ed. Lee Hoffman, Geri Sullivan, & Randy Byers

Fan Writer
Chris Garcia
John Hertz
Dave Langford
John Scalzi
Steven H. Silver

Fan Artist
Brad W. Foster
Teddy Harvia
Sue Mason
Steve Stiles
Frank Wu

John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer (not a Hugo)
Scott Lynch
Sarah Monette
Naomi Novik
Brandon Sanderson
Lawrence M. Schoen

Who to choose, who to choose… Hmmm… Maybe… Maybe this “Scott Lynch” guy?

The Proud shall be Struck Down

Man, oh, man; I should get a triple dosage of lightning from the clear blue sky, ’cause I received my very own copy of “You’re not Fooling Anyone When You Take your Laptop to a Coffee Shop; Scalzi on Writing”. It’s easily the most expensive book I’ve ever bought, but I really couldn’t care less about the money.

Why? The book is a signed limited first edition (and there will probably only be one edition ever ). John Scalzi has doodled his name over an entire page, which is so awesome that you couldn’t believe it if I told you. I wasn’t aware that it was signed when I ordered it, nor did I know that there were only printed 500 copies (my copy is number 342). It’s like combining Christmas and your 18th birthday into one super rad book.

I will be posting pictures of this one, so stay tuned for more heavenly Scalzi pimpage. 😀

What’s the difference between a monkey in a cage and Thomas Myhre?

Easy; there is no difference.

I just finished watching Turkey-Norway, a match which Norway had won if it hadn’t been for “Mr. I don’t understand the concept of being a football keeper”, Thomas Myhre. If he doesn’t get axed after those two dreadful mistakes, I’m giving up the National team generally, and Åge Hareide in particularly.

People should get arrested for doing stuff like that.

What do you do when your Norwegian teacher decides to make you write a blog post, but in the gawd awful language that is Norwegian 😛 I could elect not to do it, but that would be wrong. I’m to much of a wimp to choose that particular option. I could write the damned thing and then re-post it here (I have another blog, but that one is purely for us high school kids). Which is what I ended up doing. I suspect that the main majority of my readers are familiar with “Norwegian”, and if you aren’t; I guess it isn’t your lucky day.

I anledning av et pågående filmprosjekt har jeg og klassen min sett to norske filmer. Den første het “De dødes tjern”, en gammel filmatisering av en norsk klassiker, og den andre het “Villmark”.

Jeg, som den anglofile fanatikeren jeg er, har de siste årene prøvd å unngå alt som har komt ut av norsk film. Dette skyldes ikke at jeg i utgangspunktet har noe spesielt imot norsk film. Nei, vent litt. Stryk det siste der; jeg har noe imot norsk film. Jeg kan ikke fordra norske skuespillere.

Grunnen til denne rare formeningen er flerfoldig og vanskelig å sette fingeren på. Kanskje har det noe med kvaliteten på manusene, kanskje har det noe med jeg er vant til at lydsporet til DVD-er har en eller annen form for engelsk aksent. Kanskje har det noe med at norsk er et vanskeligere språk å framføre naturlig, fordi hver gang en noen snakker norsk på film så virker alt så tilgjort og planlagt. Uansett hva grunnen måtte være så er en ting sikkert: jeg var ikke særlig positivt innstilt til å se disse filmene. Ikke bare var de norske, men den ene av dem var fra 1958 og den andre virket så klisjefylt at mit fordøyelsesystem kom sikkert til å ytre alvorlige protester mot hva det fikk servert.

“De dødes tjern” viste seg å være en hyggelig overraskelse. Jeg har allerede lest boken altfor mange ganger, så plottet kom derfor ikke som en overraskelse, men skuespillerprestasjonene var i hvert fall fornøyelige. Det var hyggelig å se hvordan film ble definert i gamle dager. På ingen måte et storverk, men den kan anbefales til mennesker som ikke har noe bedre å ta seg til (som f. eks å se en bra, og dermed, engelsk film)

“Villmark” var, som fryktet, ikke det man ville beskrive som god. Både “Villmark” og “De dødes tjern” var ment som grøssere (den første mer sådan enn den andre), men begge mislyktes totalt med å overføre sin agenda til lerretet. “Villmarks” taktikk er det jeg vil kalle “bø-faktoren”. En taktikk som er forutsigbar og egentlig mer komisk enn skummel.

Filmens plott var dessuten under enhver kritikk. Karakterene ble, som vanlig i skrekkfilmer, plaget av et akutt anfall av irrasjonalisme da enhver skjebnesvanger avgjørelse måtte fattes. Man kunne bokstavelig talt forutse filmens forløp allerede to minutter etter at startskuddet smalt. “Villmark” er en dårlig norsk film du burde kjempe hardt for å unngå å se. Til og med slutten bar preg av at manusforfatteren totale mangel på oppfinnsomhet. Konklusjon: Villmark står til stryk.

Alt i alt kan jeg ikke si at mitt syn på norske grøssere har blitt særlig forandret. Jeg har forøvrig aldri likt grøssere – uansett nasjonalitet. “De dødes tjern” kan på sitt beste beskrives som en artig filmkuriositet, og “Villmark” var så dårlig at man måtte le. Scary Movie er ikke i nærheten av å være så morsom som f. eks “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”. Irrasjonalisme er rett og slett min kopp te.

Men jeg liker ikke te.

Jeg foretrekker Champagne

Give Me a Gun!

Every day when I walk home to my house I pick up the household mail. I, of course, peruse the address bar of each and every strip of paper, just to see if somebody out there know I’m alive and have sent me mail to tell me so (or maybe some useful stuff to boot). Today, however, I received a most unwanted letter from an institution that I hoped had filed me “long gone”, “dead and buried” or simply “To fat to fit in a truck”.

I got my letter of enrollment to the military. And I don’t want to go! First of all: I’m no fighter. Even though I’m pretty big and strong for a seventeen year old boy, I’ve never hit anyone (except my sisters, but they deserved it). I don’t want to lose a whole year, trotting around in forests and assembling guns. You might as well shoot me for all I care about the military.

Hopefully they’ll change the rules so I don’t have to go and get me a gun (pun intended, not enjoyed).

Mmmmm… Books…

Even though my hear is flaring and my wallet’s having a nervous breakdown, this was so incredibly worth it. Take a look at the last item on the list: “You’re Not Fooling Anyone When You Take Your Laptop to a Coffee Shop”. I had all but given up hope of finding it anywhere but Ebay, but Amazon came through for me.


A great, big, whooping hallelujah for me and 4 great books 😀



Delivery Details: (orders will arrive in 4 deliveries)


Dispatching to

Lotta Little


Dispatch estimate for these items: 19 Jun 2007

Delivery estimate: 21 Jun 2007 – 25 Jun 2007

1 “Red Seas Under Red Skies (Gollancz S.F.)”
Scott Lynch; Hardcover; �12.53

Dispatch estimate for these items: 8 May 2007

Delivery estimate: 10 May 2007 – 14 May 2007
1 “Malazan Book of the Fallen #7: Reaper’s Gale”
Steven Erikson; Hardcover; �13.20

Dispatch estimate for these items: 25 April 2007

Delivery estimate: 27 April 2007 – 1 May 2007
1 “The Last Colony”
John Scalzi; Hardcover; �11.12

Dispatch estimate for these items: 26 Mar 2007

Delivery estimate: 28 Mar 2007 – 30 Mar 2007
1 “You’re Not Fooling Anyone When You Take Your Laptop to a Coffee Shop:
Scalzi on Writing”
John Scalzi; Hardcover; �18.15


As mentioned in the previous blog post, I was going to watch “Wayne’s World” last night. I bought the movie on a simple whim, and even though it looks really bad judging from the cover, I decided to give it a go.

And I’m glad I did. “Wayne’s” World” must be one of the weirdest and dorkiest movies ever to have been produced. Everything from the titles on the DVD to the multiple endings of the film (including; not-so-excellent-ending, the Scooby Doo ending and, of course, the excellent ending) screams its wackiness to you like Napoleon Dynamite on happy pills. I got the impression that this is a film that requires a viewer who doesn’t take himself too seriously, ’cause if you do; this film will ruin you.

“Wayne’s World” is an utterly original geekfest of a movie. Its about two guys, Wayne and Garth, who stars in their own TV-show; “Wayne’s World”. But it’s not one of those commercial studio shows. Wayne and Garth shoots their show in Wayne’s basement and they air it on public access. A commercial studio producer sees their show and decides to exploit it in every way imaginable. He even tries to steal Wayne’s girlfriend 🙂

That’s the low down on the plot, but not on what the movie was like. Made in the early nineties, late eighties, “Wayne’s World” is rather retro in style, which of course adds to the humongous dork-factor I’ve been telling you so much about. The plot serves is more like a backdrop to this film, because its real intentions are to make fun of such worn down cliches. This movie is choked full of parodies, stereotypes, and much, much more, which makes it a movie that has the ability to communicate with people from the past, now and future.

Don’t get me wrong; it’s not “the movie of the year”. All I’m saying is that “Wayne’s World” is so dorky and fun that you’ll have to dig deep to find a reason not to like it. My advise to you is; embrace your dorkiness, and watch “Wayne’s World” if you get a chance. Not only is it a blast from the past, but the movie doesn’t contain a single dull moment. Final verdict: 7/10. I guess Terje isn’t such a bad influence at all 🙂

The past few days have been hectic by my relaxed standards, so I haven’t had the time to write anything major her on The Apocalypse, nor have I really had anything major to report on. This has resulted in a little pile up of things and oddments I’d like to share with you.

Why I’ve got my panties in a jumble…

It isn’t like I’m walking around with a constant wedgy or anything like that. I have the biggest oral test exam so far this year looming ahead of me, and I should really be studying for it this very second. But I can’t be bothered, even though I’m not completely at ease either. The flip side is that when I’m done with this test on Wednesday, Jesus is as good as almost dead by my standards (Easter is here!).

Why I’m faster than your average automobile…

If your average automobile doesn’t go very fast, that is. Every year my school arranges a trip to either a ski resort, where you can ride your snowboard or slalom skies, or a nice cross country ski track. I, of course, chose the former, since the latter is… well… exhausting. Since I’m not prone to either form for past time activity, I had to rent a pair of carving skies from the ski resort and buy a day ticket to the elevator. The girl who rented me my skies was incredibly hot, so kudos to “Bjørgan” for having a good hiring policy 🙂

The skiing went fine; I didn’t fall flat on my ass all too much, and when I did make a fool of myself it was because of people appearing in front me, resulting in me having to iniate devastating evasive tactics to avoid bone braking impacts. I got away with only a few minor scratches and a sore hip, which made the trip a great success in my book. I might even consider going back sometime (mostly to rent skies).

Why I’ll be more like a vampire than a human by the end of this spring…

Several ARC reviews have been popping up for “Reaper’s Gale” by Steven Erikson, “Red Seas under Red Skies” and “The Last Colony” by John Scalzi, and all of them have been amazingly positive. “TLC” is supposed to be just as good as its predecessors plot wise, and offer good closure on the “Old Man’s War” universe, which is what I was hoping for.

A great big Yay + z00r for that bit of info, right?

Why I’m blogging things that are none of my business…

‘Cause I’m actually kinda nice if you get to know me. I haven’t gotten around to reading book 2 and 3 in the Prince of Nothing trilogy by R. Scott Bakker, but I’m planning on doing so before the summer arrives. The next book that Bakker will be releasing is called “The Great Ordeal”, and it’s the first book of what’s presumed to be a duology titled “The Aspect Emperor” (not confirmed by anyone). The release date in the U.K. is set to be March 08, but It’ll probably be out December 07 in Canada. Here’s a bit of info about the book (I haven’t read it; My fear of spoilers is to great).

Why this Sunday is a glorious Sunday

The season finale of “Battlestar Galactica” season 3 airs this Sunday, which of course means that I’ve already alerted my friends about the immediate exploitation of our friendship. The word is that season 3 has some very, very good episodes, but that it deteriorates quite abruptly towards the end. I don’t care; the show has been so good before that it can take some weaker periods without losing my interest. Conclusion: Am I psyched? No, not even the tiniest bit 😛

Why a certain Natsecormer is a bad influence…

Terje once wrote a review of “Wayne’s World”, which, and I don’t know why, I bought on a whim a couple of days ago. If I recall correctly he gave it 6,5/10, but said it had been better when he was young. I am young compared to him, so logically I’d like it better then that? It looks to be absolutely horrendous judging from the cover, but my inner simpleton said to me once that I shouldn’t do that to movies, books or girls who say “lizzom”. I’ll let you know how it went down on the morrow.

This is Lotta signing off for today. Lively updates take their toll on a poor blogger (especially one who hasn’t had a good nights sleep for God knows how long) 🙂