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Thursday, August 31, 2006

8 Reasons that explain,Why I write

(And why you should, if you do not..)
1.Writing allows me to escape from the hindrances that exist in real life,
Racism, idiocy, insults, shallow people, everyday irritating things that makes life
So much worse, than it could have been.
2.It allows ME to choose what happens to person.
3. It allows me to let out my emotions, without hurting anyone that i care about,
4. It allows me to do what I want with "my world" instead of being pulled around
by events around me with the scary feeling
that "fate" actually do exist.
I have a theory on why it seems like fate exists too but i'll get back to that later..
5.It also allows me to tap into a world without boundries, a world where I make the
rules, a world where everything my fantasy produces can be played into life, without
anyone being hurt, emotionally or physically.
6. It allows me to do something else than waste my time in front of the tv or playing
computer games when I'm bored and the weather is horrible.
7. It allows me to improve my reading, spelling, and regular grammary.
8. And last but not least.. I simply LOVE it!

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Its official:

That I'm a Blog junkie!

That this blog makes you intellectual:


That i have a personal seal.(DoaDR = Dust on a Dusty Road)



And that these movies are extremely funny:
Ze lord of ze rings:
how it should have ended
Ze Zuperman Returnz:
how it should have ended
Zeven:
how it should have ended
Ztar Warz IV:
how it should have ended
Just a quick break from watching howitshouldhaveended movies ;)

Best of Dusty Poetry and Conspiracy theories.

Dusty Poetry:
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The Devil's Try.
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The sky did fall unto the ground,
as the master of night released his hound,
The prey he sought, was not of men,
but of the ideas that guided them.

Creatures of such ideas fell,
into the killing heat of hell.
Why us ? They thought.
We could have fought,
We could have won, We could have run,
The thought had visited more than one.

Time did pass, as birds did fly.
Walking the eagle had to try,
The sky was black, night and day
Which it was, none could say.

The earth was hell, The humans fell,
The creatures that sought the same as well,
An end to pain, was all they sought.
Ideas, began to be forgot.

As soon it'd come, as soon it went.
The hell on earth, the devil had sent.
The trouble was, the devil thought.
With life destroyed, who would he have fought?

© Ragnar, The owner of this Blog.

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Dusk to Dawn.

This state of day looked almost drawn.
When dusk turned slowly into dawn.
With clouds of pink and white and gray.
The sky the blue of a summer day.

The sun that slowly rose, seemed too shout 'here's dawn'.
And when it neared the lingering clouds the colors seemed to storm.
The waves of green, topped with white.
Witnessed the breathtaking sight.
As dusk turned into dawn.


Text: © Copyright Ragnar, The owner of this Blog.
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Do what you want.
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Dedicated to all Bloggers:

The road you walk, May not be easy.
And your stomach may be queasy.
Your quest have to be kept in mind,
And follow neither before or behind.

The dead do live even after death.
After their so called "last-breath".
But life when there, is not the same.
They know no love, or light, or shame.

The dead do live but in what form?
The sight will cause your brain to storm.
But now I live, and so i think.
The politicians now, of greed they stink.

So keep in mind, your goal still clear.
Or else, you might get lost I fear.
Walk down your road, for your own sake.
Follow others and your world will shake.

Express your feelings, right then and there.
If not, the pain through your brain will sear.
So write it down and spread the word.
And let if fly just like a bird..


© Copyright 2006 Ragnar - The owner of this blog.
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Conspiracy Theories:
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Giant Blogs displaced? (AKA huge blogging conspiracy)
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Guess what ? Todays post is about Giant Blogs that (has been displaced) (or a huge conspiracy that sets out to control who people vote for) ?/(what do you think?)
Well I was going to surf my "almost-daily" blogsoldiers.com session today, when suddenly, a custom designed Giant blog appeared the Colored lines.
..........................................
Translations for the more/less technical knowleged of you:
(Giant blogs = Custom designed, member of a blog corporation, amazingly many visitors and commented like hell)
(In between the colored lines = In the blogsoldiers surf frame)
...........................................
And my first thought was "What the heck is a custom designed, member of a blog corporation, covered with a huge and expencive advertisement skyscraper section doing in Blogsoldiers?
I thought this was where blog started receiving visitors, and hell these guys where probably making their living from it. I did not for one second even consider the option that bloggers receiving 585+ comments on a single post in a single day would even bother surfing 1 page at blogsoldiers, much less spending money on credits here..
585++ comments, imagine all the people visiting that blog daily!
But that's not all..
After this, at least 4 more blogs of exactly the same network appeared on my screen, so what my question is, WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE ?
Are they being paid by the republicans or democrats to convert more people to their cause ?
(Or am I just being incredibly paranoid?)
Are they trying to control the world through readers?
Are they trying to steal the atteantion from the "little blogs" owned by ancious bloggers?
Or are they simply completely(and amazingly) displaced ?
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This will be updated as I see fit and mentioned in posts so that new readers can get an easy way to comment on numerous posts ;) (hint hint, Do leave a comment guys and gals..)

Posted by Ragnar @ 4:50 AM :: (0) comments links to this post

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I see GOD DAMN BLOGGER ERRORS!

"Network error,"
"Page does not exist"
"Page has no content"
"Server error"
The list goes ON!
Can anyone tell me WHAT THE HECK is going on ?
AND the countless list of errors repeats itself, by the hour!?!?
Are they trying to rid themselves of all users and make it a paid service or what?

The Random Blogs projects.

(No this is not a technical blog for the most part)
But.. Yes.. I made a script.. Hah!
But serious, I made this script as a project to help small blogs get more traffic, by displaying 1 random link on a network of blogs..
It's like charity man..
But for this to work, I need your help.. (YES YOURS!*pointing my long crooked finger at you*)
I need you to click(difficult right?) "add your link" in the "Random Blog Links" section of the sidebar put the Iframe script on your blog, then add your own link :D
I will check the links added daily, and add a confirmation system when I can figure out how to make it fit.
Hopefully, this will cause good but unknown blogs, to receive the amount of readers they deserve.
Example if you can't see it in the Sidebar section:

Posted by Ragnar @ 6:55 AM :: (0) comments links to this post

Monday, August 28, 2006

Do what YOU want, not what THEY want you to.

Dedicated to all Bloggers:

The road you walk, May not be easy.
And your stomach may be queasy.
Your quest have to be kept in mind,
And follow neither before or behind.

The dead do live even after death.
After their so called "last-breath".
But life when there, is not the same.
They know no love, or light, or shame.

The dead do live but in what form?
The sight will cause your brain to storm.
But now I live, and so i think.
The politicians now, of greed they stink.

So keep in mind, your goal still clear.
Or else, you might get lost I fear.
Walk down your road, for your own sake.
Follow others and your world will shake.

Express your feelings, right then and there.
If not, the pain through your brain will sear.
So write it down and spread the word.
And let if fly just like a bird..


© Copyright 2006 Ragnar - The owner of this blog.

Posted by Ragnar @ 7:06 AM :: (0) comments links to this post

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Spread the word!

If you like the poll, copy it to your blogg by clicking "add to your blog" and following the instructions there! Let the big guys know that we do not like them!Put this script on your site:

Posted by Ragnar @ 1:56 PM :: (0) comments links to this post

The ramblings of an old man.

The old man lay upon the floor,
The young man stood at the door.
My son, The old man said,
He looked at him in dread.

I'm dying my friend, but I'll be born again,
An for those who may be bound,
I leave this wicked ground.
For those who fear in dread,
the terrors of the dead,
Its all a simple lie,
That it is bad to die.
For The one's who's left behind,
See the world as kind,
For those who left you will,
Live beyond here still.
Their thoughts will still be born,
And useful things be bred.
Even though, its not in flesh,
Ideas can still be spread.
For those who live here still,
Stay true in heart and will,
And face the hardest life,
With honesty or knife.
For the afterlife is the same,
Whether you die in peace or pain.

To be continued later...

P.S. Vote for me in the battle

Friday, August 25, 2006

Dusty Award update: New design! (Improved)

So I have updated the Award design to the better..
Minerva won because of her modernistic unique design, and her skilled, beautiful writing..


View it in full format here!

Interesting sites..

Ronald Mcdonald and Hummer has made a business deal, so that "Happy Meal" (more like "Happy Poison") includes a mini-version of a Hummer as a toy.
Make your own funny McD signs and file a complaint at:
RonaldMcHummer
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Blogexplosion, has been amazingly improved since last time I used it(which ended in a series of events that made me leave it).
Now you have all these new (and cool) features, like renting away advertising on your blog against credits, having a blog battle and much more..
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Posted by Ragnar @ 6:21 AM :: (0) comments links to this post

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Giant Blogs displaced?

Guess what ? Todays post is about Giant Blogs that (has been displaced) (or a huge conspiracy that sets out to control who people vote for) ?/(what do you think?)
Well I was going to surf my "almost-daily" blogsoldiers.com session today, when suddenly, a custom designed Giant blog appeared the Colored lines.
..........................................
Translations for the more/less technical knowleged of you:
(Giant blogs = Custom designed, member of a blog corporation, amazingly many visitors and commented like hell)
(In between the colored lines = In the blogsoldiers surf frame)
...........................................
And my first thought was "What the heck is a custom designed, member of a blog corporation, covered with a huge and expencive advertisement skyscraper section doing in Blogsoldiers?
I thought this was where blog started receiving visitors, and hell these guys where probably making their living from it. I did not for one second even consider the option that bloggers receiving 585+ comments on a single post in a single day would even bother surfing 1 page at blogsoldiers, much less spending money on credits here..
585++ comments, imagine all the people visiting that blog daily!
But that's not all..
After this, at least 4 more blogs of exactly the same network appeared on my screen, so what my question is, WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE ?
Are they being paid by the republicans or democrats to convert more people to their cause ?
(Or am I just being incredibly paranoid?)
Are they trying to control the world through readers?
Are they trying to steal the atteantion from the "little blogs" owned by ancious bloggers?
Or are they simply completely(and amazingly) displaced ?

Posted by Ragnar @ 9:49 AM :: (2) comments links to this post

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Dusk to Dawn


This state of day looked almost drawn.
When dusk turned slowly into dawn.
With clouds of pink and white and gray.
The sky the blue of a summer day.

The sun that slowly rose, seemed too shout 'here's dawn'.
And when it neared the lingering clouds the colors seemed to storm.
The waves of green, topped with white.
Witnessed the breathtaking sight.
As dusk turned into dawn.


Text: © Copyright Ragnar, The owner of this Blog.

The Devil's try.

The sky did fall unto the ground,
as the master of night released his hound,
The prey he sought, was not of men,
but of the ideas that guided them.

Creatures of such ideas fell,
into the killing heat of hell.
Why us ? They thought.
We could have fought,
We could have won, We could have run,
The thought had visited more than one.

Time did pass, as birds did fly.
Walking the eagle had to try,
The sky was black, night and day
Which it was, none could say.

The earth was hell, The humans fell,
The creatures that sought the same as well,
An end to pain, was all they sought.
Ideas, began to be forgot.

As soon it'd come, as soon it went.
The hell on earth, the devil had sent.
The trouble was, the devil thought.
With life destroyed, who would he have fought?

© Ragnar, The owner of this Blog.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Dusty Blog of The Month Award..



I decided to make my own blog of the month award.
And I am proud to present that this month's winner is Minerva's blog: A woman of many parts..
http://www.womanlyparts.blogspot.com

Because of the quality of her writing and the incredible design..

Dusty Blogs of past months:
*None yet*

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The Man of The Mountains (unedited version)

Tiny drops of sweat beaded on a huge man’s forehead. He stood in the middle of a humungous mountainside.
The man was young, almost in his middle years, he had black hair, cut short, which he never could quite restrain from looking rough, and green eyes.
His body was muscular, his arms looked like very thick ropes, and his shoulders were broad.
His chest was large, covered up in muscles, and his legs looked like they should belong to a bear.
He wore plain woollen trousers, held up by a worn leather belt holding a hefty axe, a white linen shirt, and new, brown tanned leather boots, which still hurt to walk in.
His eyes moved quickly from spot to spot on the lower part of the mountainside, he couldn’t see anyone, but was convinced that someone was there, following him.
He thought he saw something moving down the mountainside, near the slope, so he quickly started moving again.
“They’re going to catch me, they are, I know it!” He thought, “They won’t, you fool, you are halfway, and they’ve only just started!”

He quickened his pace a little, and moved towards the lowest spire of the enormous mountain, or at least so it seemed.
The mountain was huge, though not very steep, and not really tall, but there were at least 6 jagged spires, and it was all blueish grey stone, with edges and holes everywhere.
There was not really a path up there but, the man had found a way up when he was younger.
In his mind he could see the ones chasing him, catching up with him and beheading him on the spot.
“I haven’t done anything at all.” He thought..
“So why are they chasing you then?”
He had just stood there, on the mountain slope, watching the events.
The little town he had lived in was now partly collapsed, crushed by large rocks.
And they blamed him, claiming the mountain seemed his best friend.
“Like the mountain had its own will and intended those rocks to smash those houses. They are all mad!” He thought.
“It was an avalanche, I had nothing to do with it!” “Didn’t you?” “Then why are you arguing with yourself?” “I’m not…” He realized that he was in fact having an argument with himself, and thought he was going mad.
He had just been sitting a little up the slope of the mountain, when they started yelling for him.
“Fedrin Odilhes!” They had called after him. “Yes, Fedrin is my name”. Fedrin thought, as he continued against the spire, or rather, the row of spires. “Didn’t even remember your own name? Now that doesn’t seem very innocent does it?”
Some inner voice inside Fedrin seemed to say. “Shut up! Just shut up.”
He told it, and it disappeared.

The people that lived in the village called the mountain Odilhesfernat, which meant “Spires many”.
He had been named Fedrin Odilhes (Born by Spires) because the people in the town had found him near the row of spires.
When he finally was at the lowest spire, he went up to the carving in the stone, which looked like a doorframe.
He touched what would have been the door with his hands, and thought of the door moving upwards. And the door of stone slowly started to creep upwards.
Revealing what seemed to be a tunnel.
When the door had disappeared completely into the roof of the tunnel, he went inside and thought of the door of stone closing the opening again.

Before it closed entirely a grey mountain wolf darted through the opening.
The opening closed, and it should have been as dark as night in the tunnel, but sunlight shone through small holes in the roof, Fedrin took the hefty wooden axe from his belt and planted both feet steadily on the ground a few paces from the wolf. He wielded the axe in both hands with a fierce look in his green eyes.
The wolf darted forward, sharp teeth bared, when the axe rushed down and took of its head.
Blood splattered all over Fedrin, the floor, walls and the roof, and then as suddenly as the flow of blood from the neck had started, it stopped.
Fedrin smiled, “Being a lumberman had finally proved useful.”
He thought, as he took up the bloody wolf head and smashed it into the tunnel’s right wall.
He could not help feeling shaken as he cleaned his axe on the wolf’s fur and walked downwards in the tunnel.
He had made his first kill, and if he knew how many more he would have to murder, before this nightmare-like adventure was over, he would kill himself on the spot.

Walking down the plain tunnel, he realized that every bit of this tunnel was carved with precision that seemed impossible.
The stone was not ruffled, like most human work was, there was not even marks from chisels or pickaxes, the stone was completely smooth, almost as if the mountain had formed the tunnel by itself.
Even the holes in the roof, letting dimmed, greyish, sunlight in, was exactly 5 feet apart, and cut in perfect squares.
Being closed up in a tunnel filled with greyish light, it seemed like the walls was closing in on Fedrin, and his pace rapidly increased from a walk to a run, just to get out of the tunnel.
Where you couldn’t tell one meter of stone from another, other than the difference in height. Fedrin’s steps echoed throughout the tunnel, in a way that made it seem like someone was following him.
He was on the edge of giving up, when the tunnel straightened, and a doorframe, just like the one earlier, appeared in front of him.

Desperate to get out, he thought of the door exploding, but unable to really concentrate because of his ragged breathing, he sat down to the stone floor, trying to settle his breathing and the feeling that the walls was closing in on him.
“Ok now, Breath slowly.” He told himself, and his ragged breathing started to turn into a slow and calm one.
He thought once again of the door exploding, and this time the door obeyed his thought.
The door slowly cracked, from the middle and outwards, as if resisting, but then, suddenly it burst out of the frame in pieces, leaving a rectangular hole in the mountainside.
He heard some weird noises outside but darted out nonetheless.
When he came out of the tunnel, he blinked a few times to adapt his eyes, and realized he was in a hidden valley, and, that two very small, muscular, human-like, bearded, grey eyed creatures with grey skin, was standing on either side of him, wielding long handled spears.
He saw a blurred movement and felt two spear-points against his neck, he studied their eyes, looking for some sort of hint, but all he could see, was determination.
All hope was lost, or was it?

Posted by Ragnar @ 2:23 PM :: (0) comments links to this post

Monday, August 14, 2006

The fakeness of Politics..

Hey, what have you been up to since last time?
Well, for a start, I've been watching the news enough to know that Hizbollah and Israel have entered this state of fake peace, and that both sides claims they've won.
(Israel forces actually murdered 2 Hizbollah activists after the state of peace had begun)
In my opinion most politicians are liars and it seems to me that israel's president is not unlike the biggest part of them.
It can't be hard to say the words "Don't use any military force against Hizbollah activists".
But I'm also sure that Hizbollah is probably preparing for or planning the next attack against israel.
So frankly I do not know whom it is morally correct to support and I confess, I'm not sure I would support any of the sides even then.
Its not as much that I do not know whom to support, its more that I don't support any of any side's actions, but enough about that.
I've also watched the movie Pirates of the Carribean: The Dead Man's Chest at the cinema.
The movie was entertaining, full of surprises, and sometimes extremely funny..
But,(movies always has "but's".. remember that..)the connection was sometimes kinda vague, and I thought the backround story was kinda clishe/pathetic.
I enjoyed the movie anyhow, and would give it a 4,6-7 out of 6.
I've also completed a tag board script thats quite advanced, Its called The Retardus Shout-B and leaves you with the option to use one and the same tag board on multiple pages or multiple tag boards on multiple different pages.
It also has an advanced back end password protected admin area.
So I hope this proves to you I'm not just "some dumb blogger"..
Oh btw. You can find out more about the script here.

Posted by Ragnar @ 4:14 PM :: (0) comments links to this post

Thursday, August 10, 2006

I See Dumb Bloggers!

When I first started blogging all the other bloggers were, at least to some extent, intellectual.
As the days passed however, more and more dumb bloggers popped up, copied someone else's posts, splashed ads all over the blog, and thought that someone would bother to stay long enough to click one ad.
Thus, only the blogs owned by people that was to some extent intellectual, got readers.
After a while though, people started paying attention to the dumb bloggers' babbling and ramblings, so now, every now and then, I see a blog with lots and lots of comments, but when i start reading through the posts, I don't understand why anyone would bother even reading it,
Much less commenting it (unless the comment's sole purpose would be to make fun of the blog and its owner).
These blogs that only posts things other people have written, or with things the owners have edited a word or two in and calls the post their own, and to top that, the whole blog is covered up in ugly ads that scream: "I am an ad!"
So, here is my question, why are people reading these pityful blogs?
Are they dumb too?
Do they read them instead of newspapers?
Or have they simply not seen the posts anywhere else before?

Who's right, and who's wrong ?

Well, now with the new midwest crisis, the fighting between Hizbollah and Israel, I can't help wondering if any of them has the better reason..
Allthough I would never support such extreme actions, what if one of them actually can defend their attacking the other part in a discussion and win, now matter how well-spoken the opponents are.
So, lacking being a member of UN's security counsel, I'm asking you(yes you!).
Who do you support in this war?

Posted by Ragnar @ 6:40 AM :: (0) comments links to this post

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Doom

This is not meant as a prophecy.. Just some words skribbled down when I was in a bad mood.

The glow of love shall fade, as immense hate take flight.
The earth will rotten from a sacred grove, turning into blight
The sky so blue will fade to gray.
And hundreds' death is everyday.
The earth a dreaded sight.

The sun so bright will turn to black.
The moon stuffed into the devil's sack.
From sane to mad, from mad to sane.
The world will sit and watch in vain.

Beginning to end, end to begining,
god takes no side, cause he sees no winning.
The people shattered, the children dead,
the few who survives will die in dread.

Without moon and light the world will die,
and none left to mourn and cry.

Welcome to my blog..

Welcome to my blog..
This is the first post but, however, within a few minutes i expect to put in some posts of greater moral value.. (Just kidding)
What I'll really post is a few writings of mine..
Poems, short-stories, prophecies, novels and the likes of that.
Allthough I don't think I've got some outstanding writers talent, I'll put some posts in..
And who am I to judge myself ?
As my life is really quite boring at the moment i hope you don't hate me for not writing down the course of events that goes on at the present time being.

Favourite quotes

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.
Marcus Aurelius Wisdom outweighs any wealth.
Sophocles
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.
Carl Sagan

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