Thursday, November 13, 2008

Update

I've updated the design on my upcoming web-based MMORPG called sunfried. Like them tomatoes. But with humans.

I got no public DNS for it yet, but http://83.233.120.169/thegame should workd for the time being if you'd like to check it out.

Of course, like always, the design isnt final and may yet to undergo many changes. :) I'm still trying to decide what the characters and such should look like.

Friday, November 7, 2008

?

Does anyone even read this?

Why won't you all just die.

Why won't you all just die.

Not really, i'm just being bored and typing away. I've been spending the week fixing up my folks apartment and now i'm waiting for some guys to come and pick up a sofa. Filled with uranium. So we can build a nuclear bomb. In our apartment.

Man wouldn't it been great if those two major nuclear disasters hadn't happened. God damn amricans with their faulty tubing and those pesky russians with their devastating experiments. I mean, really, who fucks with a nuclear power plant. Power could be a lot cheaper, the air could be alot cleaner and we could be driving around in nuclear powered cars right about now. But nooo, radiation is dangerous. It can kill people and make you glow. Well, i got news for you kids; RADIATION ISN'T VISSIBLE.

If i were to make a party i'd expand the number of reactorts working and utilize them better. Much better. You know all that water being pumped out in the sea after it's cooled down the reactors? it could be made so it warms up the heaters and streets of AN ENTIRE CITY. That's billions and billions of dollars being litteraly thrown into the sea. For what? Peoples inane ideas that it's radioactive. That they'll grow another pair of legs. God damn i hate people.

Stupidity is what is holding this world back. Sure, we need SOME stupid people to clean our streets and take out our trash. But all of them? 

Normally evolution would've killed them off long ago. But now we got safety features and warning signs on about everything. Like toothpicks. "WARNING; POINTY END IS SHARP." No shit?

Oh well.

In other news; I'm still searching for substances that mimics the feeling of being with you. Love is a complex feeling.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

fuck

I accidentaly formated my system drive yesterday. Alot of essential stuff were lost and i had to spend aprox five hours to get everything working again. 

My biggest lost are the pictures that wasn't on my encrypted disk and my word-documents. Like my novel, might be called short story in english,  that i recently started and was 1500 words into.  

Just fuck it.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Comic

I've decided that i'm going to bring my comic back to life. I haven't even though of it for over a year now. But seeing a video-clip on youtube i though to my self "I should bring tugrif back." Bad thing is that I've lost all my templates when i updated my computer to XP x64.

That's why I'm taking this opportunity to make some changes to the comic. I'm not completly sure about what i'll change yet, but as always, the main focus will be on comedy and/or philosofy

Old filler Comic.


Bad news is that there's going to be atleast a month before i get tugrif.com adress running again. Due to money restrictions. But if you bear with me for a moment... ;)

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

New shit

I'm making a game. It's a web-based post-apocalyptic game with cute guys in it. Or atleast it should be if I could get of my lazy ass and finnish it sometime soon. It's just that it's so fucking boring to code stuff. And I absolutely suck at the graphic stuff. 

Got to much morphine in me to write anything decent. I should just get back to my coding

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Suicide

Friend killed himself today. Apparently he threw himself infront of a moving train. Never though of him as the suicidal type, but hey, i guess you never truly know a person.

Met him in school i  did. We went to the same, whatchacallit? Boarding school? Lived door to door in the same corridor. Did all kind of crazy shit. But after school we kind of lost thouch. Did talk with him a few times over MSN Messenger and he seemed fine tho. But hey, I guess not, right?

Funny thing is that I always figured I'd be the one to go first. With my extensive alcohol abuse and self destructing life style in general.

Oh well, shit happens.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Just a normal night

July 16 16:02

What the fuck? I just woke up, in a somewhat trashed suit, with my pink shirt covered in something that looks very similar to dried blood. Doesn't seem to be my blood tho because I'm totally void of cuts and bruises. Doesn't seem to my shirt either due to the simple fact that I've never owned a pink shirt in my entire life. It's true that i could have bough a shirt in my intoxicated state but that wouldn't explain the blood nor that it's three sizes to big.

But the clothes isn't my biggest concern. New clothes is almost a standard when i go on a drinking crusade nowadays. No, my concern is that there's four and a half pound of grass lying on my coffee table. And there is no way in hell that i could have afford that since my bank balance was roughly $ 3.49 yesterday. Give or take a cent. So I got a trashed suit, a bloodstained shirt and a shitload of weed. Not to mention the splitting headache and a stop sign lying in my living room.

I hope I don't get shot.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

July 14 03:00



Well I woke up today, about one hour and two minutes before sunrise, and found that I'm out of cold beers. While quickly adapting to the problem, filling the fridge with a dozen or so cans of lukewarm Heineken, I come to the devastating realisation that I'm going to have to be sober for about an hour or so before they get cold. Either that or be drinking warm beer which to me is just as bad. Maybe i should stop engulfing these mind numbing, liverkilling alcoholic beverages before they kill me both pshycialy and physicaly.



We'll see.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Gold has no taste.

Gold doesn't have any taste. It's not like tin, copper or even silver which all have a very distinctive taste.