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First Entry
In a hole in the ground, there lived the seventh son of a seventh son. His name was Anakin Smith, and from the day he was hatched, he knew that one day he would be embraced by a great destiny. This was indeed the case, and no sooner had he graduated from high school and applied to do a Bachelor of Arts Degree at the University of Alderaan, than he was swept up into a breath-taking adventure involving a talking unicorn, three Dark Lords, an ethereal beauty from the lost continent of Atlantis, an ancient Scottish vampire with a sultry French accent, and the Dalek Invasion of the first human colony on Schwarzenegger IV in the Gamilon Star Cluster. So busy indeed was he, that he was left with no alternative but to outsource the last-minute defence of Rivendell to a lesser hero.

In the late evening of that same day, brave young Anakin went into a StarDucks cafe to recuperate. Astonishment knew no end when he saw a thirties-something man defiantly drinking a cup of Earl Grey tea and setting up his Live Journal account.
"Good grief, Olav! I have not seen thee in months. What great adventures hast thou undertaken?"
The slightly chubby blond looked up from his obsolete computer. "Anakin, hi. Ah.. nothing really. Same old, same old, you know?"
"Well, I must say I'm impressed. I had not thought thou capable of even switching on a computer. No offence, buddy."
"If the shoe fits..."
"Indeed. What writest thou?"
"Still thinking about it. What about you?"
"Well, Olav, let me tell you about my fabulous adventure with the three Dark Lords and the Daleks and the low calorie elvish bread..."

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