Yesterday was a fantastic day for two reasons. It was the international suit-up day so I decided to suit up! At least partially. But what made the day really great had nothing to do with suits, and everything to do with human-shaped blobs of blue devoid of all emotion. The blue man group had a show in Stockholm and this show was viewed by yours truly. The show sure was epic and really entertaining. How often do you see men in blue eat their own weight in airbourne marshmallows? That may not make any sense right now but if you do watch the show one day, it will. I have always wanted to see the blue man group, and I am glad that I finally got the opportunity to do so.
My biggest phobia from my younger days was my fear of aliens. While most kids were afraid of the boogie man, i was afraid of being abducted from my bed for more years than I care to tell. I was even afraid to look at the window because of this phobia, since it felt like an alien was observing me in my sleep. The type of alien that manages to hide the moment you look at it, now isn’t that convenient? Luckily, my fear transformed to fascination as I grew, which is why I am such a science fiction nut. Heck, I’ve even had a dream in which I was the captain of my own battlestar, now how cool is that?!
Well, the big question is… Does life exist, or has it ever existed on other planets? I would say most certainly. But if such life was advanced enough to surpass the speed of light, come to our planet and then probe cows and rednecks in the bum is a whole other question. First of all, if you are advanced enough to travel through space and time at such velocity, and you also manage to find other species, which might not be intelligent by comparison, but intelligent enough to exchange knowledge and history. Wouldn’t you eventually make an appearance and actually communicate with said species? Why hide in the dark for 2000 years and abduct cows when you can go to the nearest star bucks and explore first hand. I mean, they did travel across the universe for more than bovine creatures.
Now, statistics never lie. These are all estimations, but it is said to be over 400 billion stars (suns) in our galaxy alone. Each sun has the possibility of having several planets orbiting it. Now that is a huge amount of planets and that’s just in the milky way! Now add the hundreds of billions of estimated galaxies in the universe and that number becomes higher than the human mind can comprehend. Imagine 10^21 (That is a 1 with 21 zeros following it) amount of planets. It is hard, isn’t it? With a near endless amount of planets through an endless time line. Is it not naive to think that earth is the only planet that had the right distance from its sun and the right atmosphere that could sustain life? Heck, there is even a chance that there is a planet just like earth considering the amount of planets there are.
I will follow up and write aliens 2.0. some other time. But let’s end today’s post with an alien dream that scared me the most. Me and my friends were having a dinner around a big table and my mates were all reminiscing on the past weeks events, talking about them as if I was with part of those events. Unfortunately, I remembered no such events taking place, but the stories from my mates continued. When they realized that I did not accept their stories as fact, an alien voice said “he needs more drugs”. At that point, I woke up in my bed only to see and feel an alien hand grabbing my shoulder and slowly pushing a needle into my neck. Good times!
I wish I had a battlestar.
It is time to take this blog of mine from the barracks and put it back in the front lines! I want to say that my absence is due to me being busy saving the world and that inspiration does not come easy, but that would just be a bold lie. Bold I say! The truth is not even half as interesting though because the real reason is that I have just been lazy. Lazy like a retired bartender in Jamaica. But times have changed, lot’s of things have happened and will continue to happen, and the deranged part of my brain is still royally deranged. I have many updates and ravings in my head just trying to claw themselves out and I will release them slowly, once every two weeks at least. (Commercial mode // On) For starters…These are some appetizers of what the future holds!
What the hell is up with aliens?
Why do we even bother saying hello?
Is mixing dangerous and poisonous chemicals fun at all? (yes it is… Extremely!)
What can be said about puppeteers?
Movie reviews, music from the past and random books as well!
Moments from my life of course. It is my blog after all.
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By the way, here’s Waldo. Disclaimer: (People under the age of 20 will not understand this reference, so please be kind and bite my shiny metal ass) Disclaimer II: (People that have not watched futurama will not understand the shiny metal ass reference, so please be kind and just bite me).
“enter Mr. drama” //
24 hours until the results:
There is not much time left and I can’t take it no more. My nerves are shaking and and even the walls seems to close in on me. It feels like they plan on swallowing me whole and at this rate, they might just succeed.
12 hours until the results:
Sleep is for the weak. I lie here staring at the emptiness of my screen. Wishing, hoping to find any kind of distraction to take my mind of what it is yet to come. But nothing seems to work.
1 hour until the results:
My mind needs to rest, but I must stay strong and hold on because soon the answer will be clear to me. Did I make it or will I take a swift blow to the neck instead. At this phase, I’m not sure which I would prefer.
Oh sweet juices of success! I thank you for giving me what I’ve craved for all this time and to celebrate, we shall feast!
End Dr. drama: //
Ok, to be honest. I slept like a baby and I must have spent 12 hours lying in my bed. But that’s hard to be dramatic about. “Ooh, the beds softness echoes in my soul, ooh”.
Basically, eight years from now I’ll have my own PhD in medicine because I managed to get into “Biomedicinprogrammet” in KI. So I’ll be having fun, no doubt!
Whenever a disease plans to ravage our community, I’ll be there.
If a virus tries to spread pain and terror among our friends, I’ll be there.
If red hot chili peppers has another concert in Sweden, you betcha! I’ll be there!
My friend knows me all to well and used that to his advantage when he successfully tried to manipulate me. Not long ago, he bought two paintings which he later decided would not fit his decoration. Since he paid for them, he wanted to sell them and not just throw them away. So what he did was ask us over, and put the painting in plain sight. He knew that I would love them and once I let him know of that fact, he pounced at my wallet and managed to sell both paintings. For a great price of course and I am most grateful to him actually. Aren’t they beautiful? I love how the red in the picture blends in with the purple and gray in the room. See it in real life and judge for your self!
I’ve been working on decorating my home to fit my taste perfectly and step by step, Ive reached the same type of room I’ve imagined in my deranged head. Once I set up my new speakers, you’ll see a happy and slightly deaf Farzan. Before I leave you to admire these two paintings of mine, The picture on the piano is a picture of Stevie Wonder which is one of now three pictures in the living room.
First year of school is over and only eight more to go! My tests are all finished and passed, which means that I can lay back and relax for the next two months. To celebrate, I figured I would bring an oldie but goldie to the blog, a message I sent to half the people I know with my phone just to say that I’ve passed. (Do not expect shakespeare. It is a five-minute poem written in haste, but with joy!)
I call this one… Yay!
Life is good, life is great
my name is farzan, it must be fate
I passed the test with a gleefull smile
I kicked it’s ass with skill and guile
With a nervous stare I looked in my mail
It told me a story, it told of a tale
The battle is over and the test is dead
Stabbed in the chest with a piece of bread
It feels good to be free
We’ve been waiting but the time has finally come for us to see a genius at work. Dylan Moran, everyone’s favourite brittish comedian is actually coming to sweden next week and guess who has tickets. (If you guessed someone else than me, then you are a complete retard and should bomb whichever school you went to). I love how he is so cynical and so sarcastic, all the time! Even his greetings makes you laugh, because that’s the kind of genius he is. By the end of the year, Eddie Izzard will also be seen by yours truly, but Dylan Moran is still the one I am really looking forward too.
Bill: “do you think I should wash my beard?”
Dylan: “I think you should yes. I think you should wash it, shave it off, nail it to a frisbee…and fling it over a rainbow.
“To me religion seems like a bunch of people talking to their imaginary friend.”
Chop me, clone me, or pump my veins full with caffeine! The more you learn, the more you realize that you know nothing at all and that fact becomes more clear to me with every passing year. Knowledge is something beautiful!
I want to explore the human body both sensually and academically.
I want to write more poetry and explore the English language.
I want to work harder on mastering the piano, guitar and eventually the violin.
I want to read more books by different authors instead of those I know I love.
I want to finish my old favorite role-playing games and get that nostalgic feeling.
I want to learn how to sing and dance, master my voice and body as an instrument.
I want to travel to London, Amsterdam, Tokyo, New York, Paris and even Barcelona.
I want to be a master mathematician and solve puzzles in the blink of an eye.
I want to go back to practicing muay thai regularly.
I want to create my own lab at home, if I do not manage to get a key to my schools lab.
I want to see every episode of Stargate again and go through Star Trek.
My to-do list might be long, but I am picking them off one by one and you are free to join me on my quest if you feel that you share a common goal. Who knows what dragons we might slay if we put down some effort and actually try! A few years back, I heard a latin phrase that said just that. “Per aspera ad astra” which meas “through hardships towards the stars.”
But personally, I prefer a different approach. Baldurs gate is a magnificent role playing game and my favorite character is a crazy rodent-loving ranger named Minsc. He is a true character who has a rodent named Boo as his best friend. Our dear friend Minsc said it best when he said “Go for the eyes Boo, go for the eyes!”So people, listen to his wisdom and always go for the eyes, just like the rodent does.
… They call me Mr. Random.
O splendid muse to mine own heart so dear
whose charm and wit would would haunt me still
My greatest wish is to haveth you near
and keep you warm and away from chill
You’re flowing red hair reflects your heart
your smile, your warmth and role
I shall touch and feel every part
of my muse, her body, mind and soul
thou ask me why I find you rare
an answer no poem can tell
yet thine presence enthralls the very air
as if caught in a mighty wizards spell
yet there are to few words to describe my muse
and no art or melody will do
but of all the world it’s you I choose
I want, I need to hold true
By: Farzan Zand
It’s four in the morning right now and my bed has never seemed softer. But I cannot, and will not yield to one of the many delightful human weaknesses, also known as sleep. To be fair, I love to sleep and dream. It is actually one of the many things I look forward to at night. But then again, the reason we love it so much is because we need it. If our bodies never ever got tired and sleep was just something people did just for fun, i bet that we wouldn’t sleep half as much, or at all even. We would just come up with some other way to be able to dream without having to lay down for 8-10 hours.
I finished an exam and wanted to enter something I like to refer to ass “Coma-Mode”. Basically, you spend your entire week spending as much energy as your average rock, and the lord saw it, and said that it was good. My week is now almost up and I have to do things that require energy again but there is always other days suitable to enter a self-induced coma.
I’ll end this night with a quote from one of my dear friends. “Sleeping is believing.”
I just finished another one those lovely books, and was just about to crack open the next one when i thought to myself that the blog must feel lonely without me. So here I am, with another book-update. Currently, I am on the ninth book and have been reading about one of my precious paperfilled boxes of joy per day And luckily, I have many more to go. But at this rate, what am I supposed to do after I finish the entire series? If you happen to know of a book that is dark, sinister, and still witty enough to be funny and make you laugh, don’t hesitate to let me know about it. I do not like David Eddings or Harry Potter since they are way to vanilla and just plain nice. Great dialogue, mayhem, dwarfs that scream “Death comes for ye!” and such works wonders. So if you have any tips feel free to pass them along and hopefully, I will find a new slayer of everything social. Or i’m a bearded gnome!
The days have been good to me as of late. I have found another great fantasy series that made me give up on my social life until I have finished them all. A book so great, that if it had lips to talk with, I would surely have married it. After reading David Gemmel’s books a long time ago, no other book managed to live up to my high standards because once you’ve read the best, the others seem pale in comparision. But then it stood there, standing tall on its shelf, looking down on all of the lesser books with pride and glee.
The legend of drizzt, by R.A. Salvatore is a story of a drow named Drizzt Do’Urden. This drow did not approve of the cruel ways of his people and decided to live on the surface among the other races, even though drows are despised and feared. During the book, you follow his adventures in search for companionship. Which is not an easy task when the entire world is against you cause of racial prejudice. I’ve read four books in three days and I am just about to start on the fifth. There are about twenty books total so if you don’t hear from me for a while, then you know why.
Sci fi is my lord, god and master. For those new to this game, Sci fi stands for science fiction and it’s a type of genre. Basically, if it’s in a futuristic society or involves aliens, it is considered a science fiction show. We have oldies but goldies such as Star Trek, and new series such as stargate and battlestar galactica. Oh, how I love thee Galactica!
There are many shows out there but only this show makes me mad every weekend. The hour spent watching it is fully enjoyed and every episode leaves you craving for more, wishing that you had more episodes to watch. But No! After the episode, you must wait one whole week to see how the show continues and that is where there anger comes in. Imagine reading a book that has you spellbound and right before you find out how it ends, the book vanishes from thin air and all it leaves is a note with the words “See you next week” on it. That is what I go through every weekend! Battlestar galactica is the only show that I can honestly compare to a good book, and if you have seen it and like it then you are without a doubt, a wonderful person.
I might be part Cylon.
After i left my exam room for the last time this term, i couldn’t help seeing myself as the Irish hero from Braveheart, getting his head chopped whilst screaming freedom from the top of his lungs. I passed every test so I am in a good mood today and to celebrate, I am going to go enjoy myself for a few weeks in various ways that you might read about in this good ol´ blog of mine. My next exam is in one month and the holidays are closing in on us. How can you not be cheerfull and in a wonderful mood? For now, a friend of mine is coming over and I have a strong feeling that we are going to continue with our “Kenny vs Spenny” marathon. It’s retardedly genius. Now that’s a show!
“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get”. Well, I do know what I will be getting this week, and that is an endless amount of books to read. I am in the middle of something we call exam weeks, which basically means that we get one test after another, so I will be slightly distracted from this lovely blog of mine.
I will be back though but until I do, I wish you all the best.
Anna inspired me to write about beauty after reading her writings. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which means that what may be beautiful for one person may not be for another. Beauty that speaks to me is the kind of beauty that says “I may not be pretty or perfect, but I am beautiful”. It is the kind of beauty that differs from the norm. People that dare to express themselves in ways that put them emotionally vulnerable are beautiful to me. Society has developed a culture where those that differ from the social rules are frowned upon, but these are the people that fascinate me the most. People that dare think outside the box and show the world what they truly feel inside.
There are billions of planets in the known universe and the distance is so vast it is hard to fathom with the human mind. An endless amount of solarsystems, moons, and planets are in existense all over the universe. But what would happen if us humans were extinct? There would be nobody alive to appreciate the complexity and beauty of the universe. Sure, there may be intelligent life elsewere, but not in our galaxy. The earth, sun, and other planets in the milky way would just exist forever, changing form and doing unimaginable feats without anyone there to see and absorb it’s beauty.
This picture is created by the deviant artist called Trixis. I love her pictures and I find them truly beautiful. If this picture speaks to you, i recommend visiting her website to see other paintings of this caliber. “Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.” So if we disappeared, beauty would disappear with us.
If you ever wondered what inspired me to name myself the deranged hermit, it was thanks to a blast from my nerdy side. I used to be a really active magic: The gathering player. Which is basically a fantasy themed cardgame where you build your own deck and army if you will, and challenge other players. One of these cards has been in our circle of friends for quite some time and it is a personal favourite of mine. My decks are mostly white and black and my playstyle is to act like a big itchy needle in a place you can’t reach, which is really fun for me but less fun for my opponent. It is a good thing my friends loves me as I love them, because otherwise they would probably shred my deck to pieces from pure frustration. apparently, this picture is supposed to be me. I hope you like my hair, and my army of squirrels. Obey the squirrels or face their Squirrely wrath!
Start mr drama // I am a creature of the night and I bathe in darkness, the lack of sun during the day makes you cherish the pitch black sky during the night, and the silence will make your mind go mad if you let it. I love the stars in the sky and being alone with my thoughts makes my mind wander in ways the day cannot bring. Staying up late every night sustains me and gives me strength for the upcoming day. // End mr drama
Basically… I love the night. It gives me the creative edge I need to put things in writing or learn a new skill. I love the day as long as the temperature is hot enough to make you boil slowly inside and the sun is shining. But living where I live, that only happens about two months per year. That is why I have come to rely so much on the night instead.
Personally, I think that I am just two blows to the head away from trying to suck someones blood for survival. But then again, I have been wrong before.
After trying out an endless amount of names i finally found one i felt satisfied with. Imagine the shock and horror I felt when my original idea farzan.wordpress.com was reserved by a fellow non-blogger. Not taken, reserved! Which basically means “I do not want to start blogging under this name but I am going to make sure no one else does either”. I hope he goes hungry tonight from guilt.
Ah well, C’est la vie. It is time to move on and I welcome you and your kin to my blogg!