I think this one was good, too.

newspaper urp

Lately a debate have been rolling on the Norwegian newspaper VG's web pages concerning some rather tasteless statistics.
According to VG every second Norwegian man believes that a woman is guilty of being sexually violated if she flirts openly.

Enough with the "but that is completely wrong, what? We can't flirt without being raped these days?!" - bit. Because there's enough of that already.

What which is truly upsetting is the fact that men don't take more part in this heated discussion. It is so incredibly discriminating, so incredibly wrong, stained with prejudice. I honestly don't believe any man I know would throw himself over some lady and molest her if she incidently flirted with him. That is a lot of raving bollocks right there. How men even accept to be given such injustice is completely alien to me. - And yes! A man would accept it by not contradicting it, because in his ignorance he will have allowed it to happen.

Of course the statement in itself is upsetting, but the way both women and men are being objects of mindless stereotyping is beyond me, it is as if we are discussing this particular arctic penguin species which are unusually sexually-abusive - but we're not.
We are creating a distance between being a human and studying humans, a wider gap between men and women, about being a creature on earth.
What is a life if you can't walk around on the planet as you may wish? Should we be limited to barriers only existing in our heads? This isn't giving anyone an excuse to 'try something' more than any other controverisal discharge over the past years - but I just felt a bit fed up just now.

And I think it's about time someone do something.

Fish in my shoes, labels!

over at I have a Fish in my Shoe there's an aquarium at the bottom of the page, with lots of fish-thingies and sea-creatures and squids and sharks. i have always loved the ocean, so pretty, don't you think?

I have also always liked these labels! And now I have finally taken the time to click on the four buttons to make them all appear down on your right hand side. Absolutely fantastic!

I would also like you to take the time to have peek at these other blogs too!
Got rice?
Fascinating Fishtank
Litt mindre folkelig... <-- Norwegian

Hope you can find something interesting in them. Litt mindre folkelig is written by my successful, pretty sister. But don't let yourself be fooled by the neatly polished surface - she's not nearly as sane in reality.
To be quite honest (don't tell her I said that9 she's as bonking mad as the rest, half in denial.

About the Banana-Matrix

i have completely forgotten about updating my work with the banana matrix!

Okay, so, turns out Audun didn't have a contageous illness after all, which means; even though I would've not eaten all those bananas, I wouldn't have fallen sick no matter what!

What a shame, eh? Complete waste of matrix-theory if you ask me. But I didn't get ill though, how cool is that? That's pretty cool, isn't it?


Tora showing a bit of her true self.
They say danger occurs when you talk to yourself as another person.

She's been expecting danger for so long.
About bloody time.


Want you to Know - Freelance Hellraiser

You might recognise it from a commercial :D
ding ding ding ding



Knowing whether an insect is a wasp, a bee or a bumble-bee can at time be very difficult. So to make sure I am never wrong about it when seeing it fly by, I have decided to call them all "bips".

Yesterday I was out in the greenhouse with my mum, it was such nice weather you know. And in the greenhouse my mama have placed big buckets of water to try to keep the greenhouse warm, because despite the sunny weather - it was quite cool.
In one of these buckets there was quite a big bips, and it was lying on its belly, floating around. My mum suggested to pick it up, so I took a pair of scissors and balanced the fat bips on the tip of it. The moment it got off the surface(and I thought it was quite dead) it started buzzing furiously.

Mum said to place it on the lavender, because all bips'es love lavender. And the chubbed, buzzing, fuzzy little bips started climbing one of the flowers, and it was such a long stem on this flower, that the moment the bips reached the top it started bending.

And the flower kept bending until the bips was nearly touching the surface of the water again, and we realised that the bips was probably going to end up in the bucket again, now matter how many times we saved it.


I was peacefully surfing the web when I ended up in someone's first-date profile.

It was a finnish person which apparently don't like kurkkukipu.


Like that is a REAL thing, anyway.


Ssssshiiiireeeeee, Bagginsssssss

This wonderful woman has made her very own Bilbo Baggins mini-home!
It's absolutely fantastic!

I want to make one too!

300 candy sushi & Jessica Rabbit

Today I found a very lovely guide on how to make candy sushi on WikiHow.

And I also got these pictographs from a WTFsrsly article I found through the Dragonmaw forums earlier today -

and this is Jessica Rabbit.

Please say hi.


Guess who applied to Beta-Test the new Conan game, Age of Conan, by Funcom?

Quote by Frank Lloyd Wright

Turn the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.
- Frank Lloyd Wright

Arcade Fire - No Cars Go

Short film by Brie Shaffer

Today I saw a dog

And it was carrying a ball in its mouth. And it was wagging its tail and sneezing and I can swear it was grinning too.

I wonder if that may be why we have dogs in the first place. Because they are so easily pleased. Most dogs are happy all the time - unless a certain exception I suppose - which are always the opposite.

My point was, most dogs are always happy, and perhaps humans are naturally attracted to that. Everyone wants to be happy, you can't say you don't want to be excited or happy, that would be a lie. Perhaps you enjoy being sad, or even slightly melancholic, perhaps you enjoy being manic, angry or perhaps even tired - these are all moods as well as feelings, they blend. But if you like being sad, then that is what makes you happy. So I suppose being happy is a thing you feel, the mood you are in, and in general what you are.

Whatever triggers the happiness doesn't necessarily matter. As some people - actually most people, these days find it hard to be happy; a little piece of uncomplicated, loyal, unconditional, primitive and earthbound happiness might be something we all deep down seek. Like pushing a button, or - throwing a stick - for that matter.

The response would be in the lack of better words,


Perhaps you need a dog?

Pappa & Pestus

Dad & Pestus

Pappa & Pestus is a Norwegian cartoon written by Eirik Ildahl and Terje Nordberg, illustrated by Arild Midthun.
Midthun happens to be a childhood friend of my stepdad, which years ago inspired Arild to use me (!) as the basic idea around one of the main characters in the cartoon, Rosmarie.

Rosmarie is the brainy, know-it-all daughter of a rather clumsy and dumb single-parent dad ("pappa"), that lives together with a self-sentered, ego rat called Pestus. After a few episodes Pestus falls in love with a hamster and goes under the knife to get his looks changed - but turns out to look like a cat! (The hamster dies from fright, later the same issue).

The first issue of "Pappa & Pestus" was released in 1996, when I was roughly 6 or 7 years old, as guest-caartoon in the Norwegian editions of "Ernie". Quite honestly I have to admit there's a certain physical likeness between me and "Rosmarie". Not as much anyomore, but it is, undoubtfully - a little bit of the 6 year old me in there somewhere.

Just thought it'd be fun to mention!

Rosmarie: "Dad! Don't you know spiders are lucky animals?!"
Pappa: "Why do people sweep 'em out of the house then?"
Rosmarie: "Mostly out of envy, I think"

Pappa: "To walk is the best form of exercise there is!"
Pappa: "I have decided to walk as much as I can!"
Pappa: "I shall walk every day. Miles!"
Rosmarie: "We can't afford the car anymore?"
Pestus: "How did you know?"

To read more, go Here
Today is the day Lincoln was shot, the day the Titanic hits an iceberg and sinks down into the depths.

Sitting with the feet out the window, fresh air leak around the toes and cool, refreshing wind tickles my legs. The horizon is pale pink, and all the windows glow, they are strong orange and you can’t look at them for too long at a time. In through the open window seeps the smell of barbeque. It is really delicious, it smells just like summer being spent at the cabin.

The black branches of trees stretch out towards the sky, some bushes have small green sprouts, soon to become leaves. Everything seems quiet, some drunken teenagers pass by the window – they look happy. The roads are dry and pallid and in the distance I can see the town, it looks like it’s made of tiny bits of rubble spread out on the blue hill behind it. The smell of crackling fat on spareribs and little, burnt corners of steak is still tentatively creeping into my nostrils. As the tram passes it emits screeching sounds. When we first bought the house we thought it would bother us, but honestly I don’t notice it at all unless I’m listening closely. Leaning against the pillows I can smell the washing powder and the barbeque at once – which reminds me of summer too.

We really can’t stop waiting for summer now that it is so close. Lines and streaks of fluffed purple are curling their way around the pink of the horizon, and it still smells like a summer barbeque, and laughing people and cheap wine. It smells of sticky marshmallows and soggy, picnic salads, of salt water and silent sea, of long evenings in the mild – freshness of Norwegian summer. You can say all you want, it’s not long, and most of the time it is cold too, but it’s never too hot –you know what I mean? It’s never uncomfortable, it’s always so welcome, I suppose even if it was horrible we’d love it anyway, summer is so important here. Summer is so important since we get it in small rations. Strawberries!

As it is getting darker I decide to walk the dog, and so I do. And we walk around the dark streets together with Liv-Elin, and we walk so far, that in the end Cleo wants to go home.

Marzipan sprinkles

I have never cared much for marzipan to be quite honest with you, it's sickening.
But oddly enough I don't mind the texture of it, it's soft and sometimes lightly stretchy until it breaks apart in a way much like playdough. To some extent it melts on your tongue, leaving small sugary particles behind.

So to get a cage which had bars made of thick marzipan would hold me in until the sun started shining - or until my dog would find it.

Yesterday I was at the pharmacy before work, because my dog has fleas, she's running around - banging on walls and doors when leaning against them to get the comfortable position suitable for hardcore scratching. I waited in line for twentyfive minutes only to hear that they didn't have what I needed to get the fleas off her back. Well actually it's more like lice, not fleas, but fleas sound nicer than lice - Mickey Mouse's dog, Pluto, he could have fleas. And there are funny, happy things like "Fleacircus" and other things related to fleas, they sound friendlier. But lice sound bad. They sound evil.

Hopefully we will get what we need to make her okay again.
And the lice are not contageous for humans, just so you know. You know.

I have a new green layout, and I want all the different labels to be listed down on one side, but I haven't done that yet. And google blogging is now in Norwegian too - so I'm getting all confused.

Modest Mouse - Dashboard

Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.

Oh, it should've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go.

Oh, it could've been, should've been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air y'know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Oh! It would've been, could've been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)

Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don't like us it'll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you're surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying "See it wasn't quite as bad as"
Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.

I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn't like I'd let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.

Yeah, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)

Hard-wired to concieve, so much we'd have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don't wear eyelids so I don't miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, we could've been, should've been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you're surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying "See it wasn't quite as bad as"

Oh it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.

Tora tora tooooooooooraaaaaa

I googled my name!

Tora's Tattoo's

Tora 7kg

Tora the exchange student

Black Dust Mountains of Tora

Temporally-ordered routing algorithm (TORA)

Skjalg & Tora O_O

Tora Shotokan Karate

lol, disturbing.

Alle barna spadde unntatt Tora, hun lå alt i jorda.
Alle barna hoppet i fallskjerm, unntatt Tora, hun fant ikke snora.

Layout Celebration

This is my schmift layout in this blog.
I have 371 posts in my blog over 18 months
I have written at an average 20,61 posts each month -which makes less than one update a day!

Outraged by this I am (as you might have noticed) boosting the post-count by having posted all kinds of raving-mad things all afternoon and evening!



And I who think they are so pretty

Today I was looking for references to the Twilight Zone episode from 1969 named "To Serve Man" as part of the background work for our film in Media Class at school. After looking for a bit I found a very strange website filled with odd conspiracies and madness, all based on crosswise interpretations of the bible.

After shuffling through it for a bit and rummaging up and down - I found This. An entire website devoted to the "viciousness" behind so-called "Chemtrails". Let me give you a brief excerpt:

These aren't contrails, the normal vapor that follows a plane then dissipates and disappears, these are Chemtrails. They criss cross the sky all day long and these vapor trails don't dissipate and disappear, they linger in the skies for hours and they contain viruses, aerosols and cancers to purposely kill you and make you sick.

A conspiracy you might claim? How about intentional and premeditated murder?

How about a hideous plan to alter your DNA caused by the very air you breathe so you can become possessed and controlled by aliens?

How about a new change of atmosphere so that aliens can visibly inhabit the earth and make humans their slaves?

Think it's a conspiracy? What do you call a conspiracy when it's been proven true?

Look UP....

There's a secret plan underway by our government, military, and their alien friends to destroy, kill, and enslave you! Their New World Order is a world without 5.5 billion people!! Their depopulation program is running all day every day in every country!

Think that sounds crazy and funky?
That is only the beginning!

And I who think those trails look so nice!

With this handy little tool you can get help discovering new music inside your preferred genre.
I typed in THREE NAMES of all my favourite bands, and up popped all kinds of fabulous artists - including others I already listen to!

Gnod must be the first sign of real AI!

Thank you Gnod, thank you thank you!
Want to try it too?


New music!

I really can't explain how much I love new music. I simply love it.
There is really nothing similar to purchasing a CD, slamming it lovingly into the discdrive and watch it load into your iTunes library. I am quite picky about music, but that has not directly contradicted some major flaws in my highly respective library.
I admit there to be songs by both Ozone, Shakira, Daniel Bedingfield, Ricky Martin, John Legend, Wig Wam, Phil Collins, Nickelback, Steely Dan, Wet wet wet, The Rasmus, Queen, Shania Twain, Vanilla Ice, Tragédie, Manic Street Preachers, Lou Bega, Josh Groban, Destiny's Child, Linkin Park... And numerous other artists which I personally despise in there.

The reason for these far-fetched and uniquely disgusting artists having found a home in my library is due to years of sharing space with relatives such as siblings and a very music-loving father. Loving music is to some, like loving nature; whether it's slammed in your face - all muddy, rough, wet, sloppy and ready - or if it is found close and dear to your heart, deep and tender, warm and soothing. Being a worshipper of music means you have to make certain sacrifices, to some this will mean a waste of discspace.

The appealing side of having such a wide (though not necessarily good) selection of music, is knowing that nearly anyone can sit down with your computer and find a song they like! Think of it as having a very deep and expensive wine cellar, just that in some shelves, you store things like coconut-beer and apple-strüdel alcopop as well.

Today I added songs by these artists to my library:
King Midas
Arctic Monkeys
Peter, Björn & John
Duke Special
The Arcade Fire
Paolo Nutini
Dirty Pretty Things
Modest Mouse


Where did you go?

What is happening to youtube?!

It doesn't work - at least it doesn't work for me!

Otters holding hands



I have mentioned this before! I know, but have another look, please - and feel free to vote if you'd like!

Happy easter all of you! In Oslo the weather is so pretty it's almost a waste, we're getting spoiled rotten with all this sunshine!

Thank you so much all beautiful relatives that has sent easter eggs to all us lucky children! (If we're not getting diabetes 2 yet, we will by the end of the week).
My liver says hi!

Have a most spectacular weekend!
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