The Miscreation of Stig

The best movie title ever made

If I were to make a movie of my life right now it would be a strange movie with a lot of different scenes and plots. I think I would maybe make three or four movies, just to cover the different parts and so I don't mix too many genres.

Beauty is in the eye of the commercial business

This is a disturbing image of how we look at beauty, or rather, what we are made to believe is beauty.

For all you Norwegians out there!

I have taken the step into the land of Norwegian blogging.

Nynorsk versjon

I will try to translate things from my english blog into norwegian so taht people who don't understand english can enjoy my my poetic... What ever (can't think of a good expression in english)

Concerning straws and breast feeding

The reason for the curious name on this post needs to be explained from before this theme occurred. Me and my room mate at school were supposed to be sleeping but instead lay talking (in separate beds) about everything and nothing. The conversation soon made me think of an incident a friend of mine told me about. He said that on the first day of school they had this "Get-to-know-each-other" gathering in the main hall. In this hall there were allot of stands from different firms with badges and other promotional items. One of these stands had a bowl of mint drops/wrapped candy. One of the guys picked up a wrapped candy and pulled the ends to rotate the candy out, but before he could catch it, the candy fell to the floor. This guy then starts cursing this candy and seems to be really mad at it. He then walked away still looking very mad and even glanced back at the candy with a look of pure hatred. My room mate started laughing as I finished and said: "There has to be something else behind than just the candy falling to the floor." "Yes, probably from childhood." I said. He started laughing again and said: " No, I mean earlier that day." And I said: " Not unless somebody had deliberately bullied him for several hours just before he picked up that candy. No, It was probably because he didn't get much love as a kid." I said in a very joking tone. "His mother probably breast fed him through a straw." It suddenly became very quiet on the other side of the room. (And this is where the funny part begins and lasts for over half an hour.) "Is that possible?" He said, and quite confused I answered: "Is what possible?" "Being breast fed through a straw."

And now for something completely different...

Sometimes one comes across people who acts outside the boundaries most people would call normal. These people talk or do things most other people wouldn't do and they do it in places these other people wouldn't have been caught dead doing what the "weird ones" do. Is it so bad that some people are a bit more different than others?

Fixed the picture

The banner on my blog was a bit misinformative, but I've corrected it. The city in the background wasn't Novi Sad but Beograd or Belgrade as it is called in every other country than Norway and Serbia.

The why and the how...

...of the name of this blog.

I am of that opinion that something went terribly wrong when I was created. Maybe God received a phone call that made him lose his concentration, so when he hung up he sat thinking about the call for a couple of seconds then remembered what he was doing and said: "Oh yes, where was I... Stig..." And since couldn't remember how far he had gotten in creating me he just said: "Aw, what the hell, it's good enough. Out you go!"
The fact that i was born butt first is proof enough for me...

What women want (how should I know!?!)

I have always been very afraid of the opposite sex, not because they're so scary...Well maybe a bit... But mostly because they are so bloody unpredictable . They are safe at a distance, but once they come closer, you never know what to expect or how to react. The story I'm about to tell you starts when I'm about 12-13 years old, and it is... Lets face it... Basically the story of my life. (It is mainly a story to show how bad I am at taking hints from girls.)

WARNING:May contain offensive material

Oh my...

I am so sorry... This blog is falling to pieces... I don't have any inspiration! Help me! God!!!

Yours truly
Stig Magne (The desperado of inspiration) Brekken

How to ruin a young mind

I wonder How far away are the stars?
How big is the ocean?
Does God live on one of the stars?
Does a fish drown on land?

This young man once told me he could count to ten and, dumb as I am, I said with an encouraging smile: "Really? Show me!" A look of horror swept over his face but was gone again in a flicker of an eye. "Sure" he said. He was sitting opposite me at the dinner table and brought up his right hand. "One" He said raising his finger with a fixed stare into my eyes. "Two..." Another finger, the stare still in place. "Three..." A third finger rose into the air. Then he slowly bowed his head, still looking into my eyes, but now looking like he was staring at me over the rim of a pair of glasses, and whispered: "eight..." And then, even quieter: "eleven..."

I have probably ruined him for ever. He may never be able to attend math classes for the rest of his life. Although, the last time I met him he counted to ten for me with quite a challenging stare. I don't know.

Let Love Live