<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845</id><updated>2009-12-24T07:24:16.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Viking</title><subtitle type='html'>www.chickmonster.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-4510072600949034924</id><published>2009-12-22T10:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:58:23.612+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Merriest of Christmases!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SzCXc5AWzCI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Oi8FHVWSMiE/s1600-h/fine+sn%C3%B8en.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SzCXc5AWzCI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Oi8FHVWSMiE/s400/fine+sn%C3%B8en.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417996874321153058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take the opportunity to wish everyone an extremely merry Christmas. Unfortunately I haven't had the time to hand out all the presents in time, -That's another reason why I would be a terrible Santa. But know that you will have it in time for your birthday. (Not you, Jonas).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are celebrating in Sweden and my sugarplum will be in Molde. He's already left, so I have the flat all to myself, it's weird because even though I've had before - he's not even close, like, school or work, or just in the bedroom sleeping. I don't have any internet connection in Sweeeedeen, which is actually going to be really relaxing. Looking forward to it! But that means that I had to make this post today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you forgive me for the extreme lack of Christmas posts this year. Or posts in general, for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should see the fantastic Christmas decorations I have in my window. Excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Christmas! You are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-4510072600949034924?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/4510072600949034924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=4510072600949034924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4510072600949034924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4510072600949034924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/12/merriest-of-christmases.html' title='Merriest of Christmases!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SzCXc5AWzCI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Oi8FHVWSMiE/s72-c/fine+sn%C3%B8en.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-785291006596372872</id><published>2009-12-17T23:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:50:25.834+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Fig. 2 How To: Snowboard Off-Piste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Syq1n7Mo6zI/AAAAAAAAB1U/e5f2x5h4CN4/s1600-h/figure+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Syq1n7Mo6zI/AAAAAAAAB1U/e5f2x5h4CN4/s400/figure+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416341199376673586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-785291006596372872?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/785291006596372872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=785291006596372872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/785291006596372872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/785291006596372872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/12/fig-2-how-to-snowboard-off-piste.html' title='Fig. 2 How To: Snowboard Off-Piste'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Syq1n7Mo6zI/AAAAAAAAB1U/e5f2x5h4CN4/s72-c/figure+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-6532356463013357849</id><published>2009-12-15T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:53:52.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Fig. 1 Yes, the napkins are also half price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SygErnU8otI/AAAAAAAAB0s/nSatqOAr5E0/s1600-h/napkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SygErnU8otI/AAAAAAAAB0s/nSatqOAr5E0/s400/napkins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583699250750162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-6532356463013357849?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/6532356463013357849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=6532356463013357849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/6532356463013357849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/6532356463013357849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/12/fig-1-yes-napkins-are-also-half-price.html' title='Fig. 1 Yes, the napkins are also half price'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SygErnU8otI/AAAAAAAAB0s/nSatqOAr5E0/s72-c/napkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-4172139557646423669</id><published>2009-12-04T23:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:07:58.070+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music of December</title><content type='html'>I know, I never thought I'd recommend you some lame-ass RnB/hip-hop song either, but this one's been in my head for days, literally. Yeah, and I must be hanging out with a bad crowd getting influenced with hip hop, riiiight? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song for dreaming (wasting time thinking):&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UjsXo9l6I8"&gt;Empire State of Mind by Jay Z and Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt; (I must stress, however, that the live versions featuring stand-in Bridget Kelly sound a little more passionate, and that Ms. Keys howls scary like). And I think that the only reason I like it is because it makes my heart soar and I want to go back to New York :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song for getting your chi centered: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqaFkC0EMmQ"&gt;God Bless the Child by Billie Holiday&lt;/a&gt; soothing, smoooth and lush jazz. Absolutely splendid. Makes you wonder why people choose to listen to angry music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songs for cheering up and making friends:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_WQ6u9os50"&gt;Ambitions &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzOckCcpKzA"&gt;Stereolife&lt;/a&gt; by Donkeyboy, hey! Norwegian music! Everyone's sick of their album, because the radio's been raping it (apparently). Seeing my life is pretty much radio-free, I enjoy it now! The video for Ambitions is wonderfully weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song for feeling so trendy you're possibly Swedish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xys4UKD8rzI"&gt;Strangers by Van She&lt;/a&gt; (Man, thanks Hans-Jørgen!) This is cool, I want to casually mention it while talking to someone in a club and give them a look if they haven't heard of it. (Obviously, if they have, I'll say they're so 2008 and that I only asked to know what you mainstream mortals listened to these days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*snif* I have totally lost my indie credibility :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song for remembering that you like Kasabian:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wd0Y1Sko7hA"&gt;Fire by Kasabian&lt;/a&gt;. Give it to 1:15! Rocks! Then you remember that they can be a little annoying and that every song pretty much sounds the same. Oh, except &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP2nm1Sp16A"&gt;Butcher Blues&lt;/a&gt; of course, that song kicks ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song for vacuuming, and for shaking daT booty: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBt_AoYjGg0"&gt;Blue Song by Mint Royale&lt;/a&gt;. This is the best song ever. And Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt are in the video. What more can you possibly ask for? It is most excellent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-4172139557646423669?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/4172139557646423669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=4172139557646423669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4172139557646423669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4172139557646423669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-of-december.html' title='Music of December'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-6834058810745174935</id><published>2009-12-03T14:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:18:00.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Hello world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SxfIOizd42I/AAAAAAAAB0c/OuJ9Q-gV-R8/s1600-h/mustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SxfIOizd42I/AAAAAAAAB0c/OuJ9Q-gV-R8/s400/mustard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411013629495337826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure you are still here, but - I thought I'd stop by anyway because I haven't been here in such a long time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may already have figured that I totally failed NaNoWriMo this year, as so many times before. Admittedly, it was a little worse this time around. I only got about 1/5 of the way. But you know, I think if I could choose the most hopeless month to decide to write a novel it would probably be November - or December, obviously. Because of all the Christmas-business. November pretty much wraps up the semester, and we just got one thing on top of the other and then I happened to have three concert tickets (to Phoenix, Prodigy and Kings of Convenience, respectively) and family birthdays and father's day and long hours of sale at work. It's all excuses. It's different to have the time and take the time - we all know that. But I have to admit that NaNoWriMo didn't catch me as much this year, I was to busy to give my brain room to think of any good plots. What I managed to get down was mostly random situations and dialogues that lacked much sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been real occupied with all the deliverables, especially writing that damn script, oh, and sculpting a level using the Gears of War editor. What a software nightmare! Well, right now I am stuck with writing a fictional DLC (DownLoadable Content) for Fallout 3. And because I haven't played any of the Fallout games, it is proving real hard. I dream of this assignment in the night, it's awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would've been better if we had more time, but unfortunately, we don't! But it's coming along, if I wasn't working Friday through Tuesday I would have three more days (like everyone else) but I only have today to make sure everything is done. Really it is quite alright, I could think of more dreadful ways to spend my Thursday. And I'm pleased to confront a challenge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might (like me) be quite unfamiliar with the setting of the Fallout games, but the little I have discovered wasn't that impressive, to be honest. Oh, except the soundtrack! Man! Packed with calm, jazzy classics of the 1940's. Awesome! Well, right, as a helper along the way, and to get into the mood of the setting - I've been listening a lot to Billie Holiday! God bless she's available on Spotify. It's centering my chi alright, really warm and soothing - just what we need this time of year! I need to like SOME part of Fallout, as the post-apocalyptic, nuclear holocaust is the opposite of appealing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical of me to decide to come back and dump another load of garbage into the blogosphere when I definitely don't have the time to. Haha! Yeah, and I need to learn to do things even though I don't want to. It's a hopeless attribute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's my map of my DLC! Quite plain, but all the action happens in that underwater dome in the middle of the bay. It's a fallout shelter containing an entire city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SxfIO0sYpLI/AAAAAAAAB0k/3mO2TeSAlv8/s1600-h/map_overview_labeled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SxfIO0sYpLI/AAAAAAAAB0k/3mO2TeSAlv8/s400/map_overview_labeled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411013634297472178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-6834058810745174935?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/6834058810745174935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=6834058810745174935' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/6834058810745174935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/6834058810745174935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-world.html' title='Hello world!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SxfIOizd42I/AAAAAAAAB0c/OuJ9Q-gV-R8/s72-c/mustard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-5076350553138776119</id><published>2009-11-02T22:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:16:21.286+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNo - update!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting there!&lt;div&gt;You can follow my profile on &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/158878"&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/158878&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give a listen to Bombay Bicycle Club. In particular their track "Always Like This".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His voice appears annoying at first, but I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-5076350553138776119?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/5076350553138776119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=5076350553138776119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/5076350553138776119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/5076350553138776119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/11/nano-update.html' title='NaNo - update!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-5810389030838858511</id><published>2009-11-01T09:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:59:24.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>Redy, set - GO!</title><content type='html'>It's the first of November today, and I have now cuddled up in the sofa with a nice blanket and my trusted laptop for some serious, ridiculous NaNoWriMo-writing. I have absolutely no flippin clue what to write, but it'll probably work out. It usually does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything you think I should incorporate in my novel - bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;All dares are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Su1b176e9KI/AAAAAAAAB0U/n5WVBhiPOb4/s1600-h/h%C3%B8sten09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Su1b176e9KI/AAAAAAAAB0U/n5WVBhiPOb4/s400/h%C3%B8sten09+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399072510461277346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-5810389030838858511?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/5810389030838858511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=5810389030838858511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/5810389030838858511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/5810389030838858511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/11/redy-set-go.html' title='Redy, set - GO!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Su1b176e9KI/AAAAAAAAB0U/n5WVBhiPOb4/s72-c/h%C3%B8sten09+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-2680382877303810464</id><published>2009-10-30T08:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:44:51.283+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Buchanan's Fairtrade Assorted Toffees Review</title><content type='html'>Today I am reviewing these fabulous Scottish hard fairtrade toffees. And when I say hard, I mean hard. When you manage to get through, they become the kind of chewy variety that has you going for a good five minutes and then for a good week picking it out of your teeth. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treacle toffee has a dark, burnt colour which reflects in its enticing and seductive treacle taste. It diverts from a toasty sweetness to the fruity delight of brown sugar. It's not an instant hit, quite an aquired taste, but the lovely sticky texture and the waves of flavour makes it an interesting and worthwhile experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rum &amp;amp; butter toffee has a light, pale toffee colour and a similarly light rum flavour. The butter, however, is drastically more present and introduces a wall of fatty, creamy, mouth-filling flavours. I liked it, I did, couldn't have too many of them though, and disappointed in the pathetic lack of rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the coconut toffe had that very light golden, pale toffee colour - but smelled rich and heavy of coconut shampoo. But as with the rum - there simply wasn't enough nuttiness, the butter came in like a donkey in a poncho - stealing the entire show. Butter, butter, butter - though rich and creamy, not so nutty. It was o-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devon Toffee is also light in colour and has a mild, buttery vanilla scent. These features are definitely reflected in the flavour as not only is the vanilla protruding, it bathes in the butter until it has a bright, almost fruity flavour. Don't get me wrong, because this is still a heavy toffee, but its mosaic of sweet vanilla flavour makes it very sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mint Toffee smells like a bright peppermint and has that same, light and pale toffee colour. The flavour is very fresh for being captured in butter-hell, and though the sweetness is overpowering, the mint cuts through beautifully. This is an interesting symbiosis that works... I think, even though it occasionally has a slight resemblance of toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Butter Toffee has a mellow, rich and sweet smell, it is hard to catch but, when you do - it is like walking in to a candy store and being overwhelmed by how sweet a scent can be. The flavour is, not surprisingly - very buttery. Every time you chew it is like the warm, buttery juices are being massaged into your mouth. Unforgivably rich, it will sink your ship like the kraken on drugs. I am not exaggerating. This toffee seriously takes butter to the next level, and we pray we never have to go any further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Licorice Toffee is pitch black with an upbeat licorice smell. In fact, both the scent and the taste is so fresh it is almost fennel-like in its buttery licorice-fusion. This sounds weird, I know, and it is weird, but it really works. This is a delicious toffee that explodes with interesting flavour and I enjoyed every second of it. One of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the Treacle Toffee and the Licorice Toffee really struck the right chord with me, they were weird, I agree. But they were also both delicious in an original way. This bag of funky toffee shouldn't be what you hand out to the kiddies trick or treating this weekend, they certainly wont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd recommend you these if you enjoy your toffee, but don't fret if it's a bit weird and different. I'll always want to try things I haven't tried before, and though I doubt I will try them again, at least I enjoyed them while they lasted, and there's still some left if you want some too. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-2680382877303810464?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/2680382877303810464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=2680382877303810464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/2680382877303810464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/2680382877303810464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/buchanans-fairtrade-assorted-toffees.html' title='Buchanan&apos;s Fairtrade Assorted Toffees Review'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-1915293395422011348</id><published>2009-10-29T22:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:07:30.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Must haves!</title><content type='html'>Tink was over tonight, we made pizza and watched "Cashback", we also had some lemon jelly that I bought on sale. Very lovely. Superlovely!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frost has arrived, and there are iceroses on all the parked cars on the street. I suppose you call them ice patterns or something, but we Norwegians call them "isroser". That is what it looks like, so I think it is a much better word for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaand ---Hi, I'm here to give you this months' must haves, baby!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movietickets for Disney Pixar's "UP" - I truly adored this film, even though Helge said he would never take me to see a Disney film again. I guess he has the right as I was crying my heart out after about three minutes. Still loved it though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kings of Convenience newest album "Declaration of Dependence". Definitely. Even though you will say; heard this before, this sounds just like all their other songs. True! But wrong! It does, but doesn't! This is something new, there is something very different about their sound that I have not yet been able to put my finger on. But it's still there. And you need to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First season of British series "Skins". I am extremely hooked on this right now - while you're at it you should probably get the following two seasons as well. It's brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mittens, kitten! It's cold right now. Keeping your hands warm makes every day brighter. Guaranteed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that - have some orange juice and snog your toes into a pair of warm slippers before you go to school or work. Never fails. Don't forget to brush your teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-1915293395422011348?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/1915293395422011348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=1915293395422011348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/1915293395422011348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/1915293395422011348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/must-haves.html' title='Must haves!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-4416057294569811491</id><published>2009-10-28T11:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:24:39.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Keep dreaming of the dogs</title><content type='html'>I miss the dogs soo bad. How people can live without them at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IIh, and my jaw hurts so bad! It even hurts to talk and eat, my two favourite things! It's that darn tooth growing through my gums, I can see why babies have a strong need to inform everyone about their pain. Uaah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, that doesn't really matter, a bit of warm water and some wok sorts it out for a bit. And anyway I don't really have the time to think of teeth when NaNoWriMo starts on monday and I still have no clue what to write about. To save time and energy I might have to take one of my previous stories and just rewrite it. But how dull is that? Any ideas? Sci-fi was excellent fun last year, but I don't really think it is my genre as I had to research a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; - and seeing it's NaNo - there's no time to! Anybody else joining this year? 30 days of literary abandon? It is magical, I'm freaking out and looking forward to it at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOooh, and on friday it's Halloween, what'cha all going to dress up as? I dreamt I had the best idea ever and I was so relieved, but I've forgotten what it was so I'm back to square one again. Iih. But we have a party to see to on Friday and we definitely have to go out on Saturday as well, I love dressing up - Halloween is like my second Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sigrid is coming home from Singapore for a brief encounter (read: brunch) at my mums place on Saturday - whiii! And on Sunday I'm going to do absolutely nothing. Maybe I'll go for a walk up to the church, it's lovely there, all the autumn colours, and then go vegetate in our sofa with a blanket and just relax for once. Odds are - it wont happen. Not a chance. But I don't really mind, we can rest in the grave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SugbL2VKy5I/AAAAAAAAB0M/BSWzwWdK104/s1600-h/v%C3%A5r09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SugbL2VKy5I/AAAAAAAAB0M/BSWzwWdK104/s400/v%C3%A5r09+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397594043780352914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SugbLhjUsWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/XE4jbj7uc5E/s1600-h/puddelen+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SugbLhjUsWI/AAAAAAAAB0E/XE4jbj7uc5E/s400/puddelen+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397594038202577250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at Ulla, look how small she is! My, has she grown fast!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-4416057294569811491?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/4416057294569811491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=4416057294569811491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4416057294569811491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4416057294569811491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/keep-dreaming-of-dogs.html' title='Keep dreaming of the dogs'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SugbL2VKy5I/AAAAAAAAB0M/BSWzwWdK104/s72-c/v%C3%A5r09+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-7966968879650124329</id><published>2009-10-18T12:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:31:09.323+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving out'/><title type='text'>Hate each other!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StrxdZ-U_8I/AAAAAAAABz8/vhBEmko0deY/s1600-h/h%C3%B8sten09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StrxdZ-U_8I/AAAAAAAABz8/vhBEmko0deY/s400/h%C3%B8sten09+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393888991220400066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sunny day from the bus to work&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr. Snorky is still mumbling and grunting comfortably in his duvet and it made me realize something that it appears a lot of people have trouble with. I've just joyfully scrambled through the NaNoWriMo forums and I'm left with so much inspiration I definitely have to pop some new ideas into this weeks school assignment. It was getting a little dry and realistic anyway - I might be losing my touch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you should really see him sleep. It is the most heartbreaking thing - because, as he's lying there snoring sporadically and having the time of his life, you sit there knowing it has to end at some point. The poor thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess that really takes me back to where this post started, though I will just say this immediately first - I have only lived together with my boyfriend for 20 days, which means, in a way - I am by no means qualified to make such a statement as the one I am about to utter. I've read some depressing things on relationships, and, prior to my "stunt" of moving out - these theories, this good advice on how I am doing such a big mistake occurred ever so often. I can't say it didn't tear me down like a sandcastle, but it was so unfair - as the decision had already been made and I should've been given support instead of hassle. At least that is my opinion - okay "I'm screwing up", but let's make the best of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be a really moody person it appears. Without realizing I have set the bar as I crawl out of bed in the morning to be this or that. Happy or sad. Joyful or unpleasant. And this must be a dreadful thing to witness, I think so, even I, in the eye of the storm, I can see how horrible it must be. But that doesn't help the least bit apparently. However what does help is how effortless this relationship works. If there's something bothering us we say so right away. We have our hiccups but in the end I fail to understand how people manage to distance themselves so much from each other. If you're simply being nice and not being lazy - that means you've both tried, and you can't be bitter. Besides, it's exra good if you neutralize each others mood and laugh at things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever someone asks: "Will you please do me a favour?" You'll answer "yes" without even knowing what it is because you'll always be delighted to help others. If you can't help them, well at least you entered the situation with a positive attitude. And when you help others out they will help you when you need it. It couldn't be more of a win-win situation. I really have trouble understanding what the problem seems to be. I might kick myself for saying these things in the future, but my experience so far has made me curious on how people must behave towards each other to hate each other so much. How do you do it? I think it requires a lot more effort to be spiteful than to just be a pleasant person. Fight, for God's sake, get it out. But what's left after the battle better be two people ready to give it all to make it work. Well, if not - I guess you deserve each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-7966968879650124329?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/7966968879650124329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=7966968879650124329' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7966968879650124329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7966968879650124329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/hate-each-other.html' title='Hate each other!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StrxdZ-U_8I/AAAAAAAABz8/vhBEmko0deY/s72-c/h%C3%B8sten09+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-945871558138058764</id><published>2009-10-15T11:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:17:30.775+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><title type='text'>Blog Action Day 2009: Climate Change</title><content type='html'>There are lots of things that concern me and that I worry about on a daily basis. But some things that should worry me on an equal basis, just feels too distant for me to grasp.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I worry more about getting to school on time and getting my schoolwork done than I worry about climate change. Heck I even worry more about "what's for dinner?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I figured that would be a good place to start. Because personally there are few things about my life or my lifestyle that directly causes climate change. I travel by public transport to work and I walk to school, I recycle both at work, and at home, I don't leave the heating on when the windows are open, I turn off the lights when I'm not there, and I do most of my writing on digital paper. Also, I use very little hairspray! Or other aerosol products for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dinner, I guess dinner is exactly where my neutral effect on the climate goes topsy turvy. I mean we all try, I think. Most people really make an effort at doing things that are good (or at least not so bad) for the environment. I would tell you all off again, but I decided that you should rather read my old post "&lt;a href="http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2007/11/captain-planet.html"&gt;Captain Planet - 30 Things You Can Do To Save The Planet&lt;/a&gt;" and get some inspiration. But I know that personally it is my love for a nice meaty dinner that destroys everything. When I thought of this, even Wikipedia turned against me. Look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livestock and land use&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide, livestock production occupies 70% of all land used for agriculture, or 30% of the ice-free land surface of the Earth. Scientists attribute more than &lt;b&gt;18%&lt;/b&gt; of anthropogenic greenhouse gas emissions to livestock and livestock-related activities such as deforestation and increasingly fuel-intensive farming practices. Specific attributions to the livestock sector include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9% of global carbon dioxide emissions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;35-40% of global methane emissions (chiefly due to enteric fermentation and manure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;64% of global nitrous oxide emissions, chiefly due to fertilizer use.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is one major "OW!" to me. It means I have to eat more fish and replace the steak with more salad, I mean anything industrially farmed is basically a bad thing, but ecological farming is so unsustainable - it's a joke. Really, I almost find it offensive. It just wont be enough food for everyone if we'd all eat ecological produce.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So local produce is the best shade of grey. Try to focus on food that has travelled an absolute minimum and that also farts accordingly. Bacon does mean the world to me, but not so much I am willing to give the world away for it. If you are already doing all you can to prevent (slow down is good enough) climate change, I am sure you wont feel guilty when looking at this guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Stb2p567iyI/AAAAAAAABz0/7mcbgH1gqQg/s1600-h/baby+seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Stb2p567iyI/AAAAAAAABz0/7mcbgH1gqQg/s400/baby+seal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392768803605809954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-945871558138058764?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/945871558138058764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=945871558138058764' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/945871558138058764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/945871558138058764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-action-day-2009-climate-change.html' title='Blog Action Day 2009: Climate Change'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Stb2p567iyI/AAAAAAAABz0/7mcbgH1gqQg/s72-c/baby+seal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-8655788857000859773</id><published>2009-10-13T20:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:03:41.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ga-BLAH!</title><content type='html'>We made this huuge salad today with apples and tomatoes and cucumber and salad and lish - with crisp chicken and some rice with sour cream. Yum! I also bought some ridiculously cheap imported mango juice that's really rich and delightful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so cold outside and everyone hates it. It's so unfair because the last few days it's been bright and sunny which makes you want to go out and then the wind bites you in the nose and it hurts. Ow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weirdest thing about moving out is not having dogs anymore. I was prepared for missing them a lot, but not THIS much. You know. I miss them loads! :( It just seems strange and empty, so maybe I'll get an electronic robot-pig, you know the cheap ones and just stuff a battery in it and throw some cheese at it to see if it helps fill the void. It is the weirdest thing how much a dog means to a family. I couldn't quite imagine mine without one! (Or two).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other neeews, any good ideas for what to dress up for on Halloween? I was thinking Old Gregg at first, then maybe someone else out of the Mighty Boosh, Tink wanted to be Mr. Susan, which is a great idea, really. The mirror wooorld!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcUk04YLI/AAAAAAAABzs/CBGdGzC9Bu0/s1600-h/h%C3%B8sten09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcUk04YLI/AAAAAAAABzs/CBGdGzC9Bu0/s400/h%C3%B8sten09+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392176899910295730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the view from our bedroom window, with creepy clouds&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcUEQx2kI/AAAAAAAABzk/yJTE-cmOetY/s1600-h/h%C3%B8sten09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcUEQx2kI/AAAAAAAABzk/yJTE-cmOetY/s400/h%C3%B8sten09+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392176891168938562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autumn in Oslo, the leaves are so beautiful&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcTSA90XI/AAAAAAAABzc/xM_VgO9FCD0/s1600-h/h%C3%B8sten09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcTSA90XI/AAAAAAAABzc/xM_VgO9FCD0/s400/h%C3%B8sten09+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392176877680841074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doesn't look natural at all, reall&lt;/i&gt;y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcS9t48uI/AAAAAAAABzU/PdviKY4hMAY/s1600-h/h%C3%B8sten09+003.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcS9t48uI/AAAAAAAABzU/PdviKY4hMAY/s400/h%C3%B8sten09+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392176872232121058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this is another romantic autumn picture I took.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-8655788857000859773?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/8655788857000859773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=8655788857000859773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/8655788857000859773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/8655788857000859773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/ga-blah.html' title='Ga-BLAH!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StTcUk04YLI/AAAAAAAABzs/CBGdGzC9Bu0/s72-c/h%C3%B8sten09+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-9080464971096735218</id><published>2009-10-11T22:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:24:03.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>I seen you</title><content type='html'>Now, I don't mean to suck all the fun out of your prunes, honey. But we're losing it and you need to face the facts. The thing is here that you can't keep on ignoring whats going on around you. It's been going on for way too long, you've been starting to feel it, it's creeping in from the sides like a macaroon in a jelly. Just admit it. I know - it's difficult to explain, but obviously you do know what I'm talking about here, so let's just get to the point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting cold you berk! You need to put scarves on, and gloves! I seen you, don't you think I haven't - hoisting up your skimpy, transparent little outfits like a bagel in a glove. Scamping about like a cucumber on stalks with wings, actually not like that, different, but the same. Use your brains or you'll be sucking that thermometer like mama's nipple. Stay out of the cold unless you're gonna shape up, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has gone too far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StJLi6LpUNI/AAAAAAAABzM/q2Ggrfh0XgI/s1600-h/black+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StJLi6LpUNI/AAAAAAAABzM/q2Ggrfh0XgI/s400/black+dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391454767021641938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-9080464971096735218?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/9080464971096735218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=9080464971096735218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/9080464971096735218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/9080464971096735218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-seen-you.html' title='I seen you'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/StJLi6LpUNI/AAAAAAAABzM/q2Ggrfh0XgI/s72-c/black+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-1546248917064714473</id><published>2009-10-07T22:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:18:01.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I might possibly be mad'/><title type='text'>Weirdos and Children</title><content type='html'>A strange man with a walrus mustache (it really made him look like a walrus!) was peeking into the shop today, while talking to himself. This side of town surely has its rich selection of originals, I must say. There's the one-legged guy playing fetch with his invisible dog, the hairy one who sits in the park and drinks beer, the one with the glasses taking the bus back and forth all day, drinking chocolate milk - and there's the creepy lady with the shopping bags that really does look like a living dead, but who surprisingly talks and behaves frighteningly sane and actually quite nice. That is, when she is not wandering around slooowly, staring right ahead. So far on the other side to where I have moved now, I have noticed nothing weirder than the old drunks sitting on the railroad-bridge far up the main street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose I'll find them soon enough, and I mean, the stereotype football-supporters are definitely there, and I think they are quite weird. I do. Speaking of weird there is also a primary school near us and all these first graders are walking alone to school - which is fine, but it hit me how small they are. I mean, this might seem like an outrage to you, but - children are tiny! They really are! I don't know at what point I was supposed to realize - because as a child I always thought grown-ups were so enormous - and obviously I am one of them now. But it just hasn't quite set previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a child whenever I was with my dads side of the family who are all part American or American - or Norwegian and they would often speak English to each other. I guess sometimes you can just express yourself a lot better in English, but I was always frightened when they were talking over my head like that, I never told anyone but I was convinced they were plotting to eat me. I was actually really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a way growing up, huh? Later I have discovered that they usually just say uninteresting things when talking above the childrens heads anyway, well - at least not half as interesting as it would be if they were planning to eat someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2txfSfZ6I/AAAAAAAABzE/AGnQp_K6wkU/s1600-h/sept+003+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2txfSfZ6I/AAAAAAAABzE/AGnQp_K6wkU/s400/sept+003+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390155394756601762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The clouds from the car&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2tw5u1q-I/AAAAAAAABy8/Jz0AfspP1_U/s1600-h/ny+leilighet+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2tw5u1q-I/AAAAAAAABy8/Jz0AfspP1_U/s400/ny+leilighet+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390155384674954210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Efterklang at Chateau Neuf, it was lovely&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2twkA0mxI/AAAAAAAABy0/Dv46E-f5vVQ/s1600-h/ny+leilighet+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2twkA0mxI/AAAAAAAABy0/Dv46E-f5vVQ/s400/ny+leilighet+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390155378844801810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shared two buckets of beer with Ulrik&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2twJVDoKI/AAAAAAAABys/tA4M7hxXHOQ/s1600-h/tilfeldig+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2twJVDoKI/AAAAAAAABys/tA4M7hxXHOQ/s400/tilfeldig+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390155371681915042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random grafitti about the bird flu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-1546248917064714473?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/1546248917064714473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=1546248917064714473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/1546248917064714473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/1546248917064714473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/weirdos-and-children.html' title='Weirdos and Children'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ss2txfSfZ6I/AAAAAAAABzE/AGnQp_K6wkU/s72-c/sept+003+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-7136335675946063455</id><published>2009-10-06T21:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:05:04.866+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving out'/><title type='text'>Hai hai</title><content type='html'>I need to show you something, okay? It's a drawing that Tink's made a long time ago and it's genius. Really. You have to check it out in her blog &lt;a href="http://fishinmyshoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-for-tora.html"&gt;http://fishinmyshoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-for-tora.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's extreme sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, not much to show, not a lot of furniture either. Done schoolwork mostly, gone shopping in mysterious and dingy grocery-shops all around the neighbourhood of school and I've been walking to school every day. I'm still looking for the turkish delights of such scrumptious proportions as those in Narnia. Actually I did find the website of the (uncredited) &lt;a href="http://www.loukoumi.co.nz/"&gt;producers of the Turkish Delight&lt;/a&gt; which Edmund eats in the film (The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe).  However it appears that attempting to get those to Norway from either New Zealand or the states seem pretty hopeless. But I did find some massive Turkish Delights filled with walnuts and covered with coconut that you can barely eat one of - and they were awesome. Really different from everything else we stuff in our face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub2rR9RcI/AAAAAAAAByk/C3mZ6bl8hNM/s1600-h/husene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub2rR9RcI/AAAAAAAAByk/C3mZ6bl8hNM/s400/husene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572742712214978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Houses down the road, such beautiful and bright colours, there are purple and baby blue and orange ones too&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub2AdWeCI/AAAAAAAAByc/1pumOHejUtk/s1600-h/tilfeldig+001+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub2AdWeCI/AAAAAAAAByc/1pumOHejUtk/s400/tilfeldig+001+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572731217279010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is the stalks of a turnip, or a nepe actually sticking out of an empty tea-cup. I couldn't find a good word for it in English. But it is a root-vegetable related to the turnip, it might be called rutabaga, who knows?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub1iKQhvI/AAAAAAAAByU/ZmJ9KMolfsc/s1600-h/sept+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub1iKQhvI/AAAAAAAAByU/ZmJ9KMolfsc/s400/sept+058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572723084134130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is a tree near our summerhouse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub1J-NFFI/AAAAAAAAByM/WxRD1FqY_cA/s1600-h/sept+004+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub1J-NFFI/AAAAAAAAByM/WxRD1FqY_cA/s400/sept+004+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389572716591125586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T&lt;i&gt;hese are the woods surrounding the summerhouse. Early in the morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-7136335675946063455?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/7136335675946063455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=7136335675946063455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7136335675946063455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7136335675946063455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/hai-hai.html' title='Hai hai'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Ssub2rR9RcI/AAAAAAAAByk/C3mZ6bl8hNM/s72-c/husene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-9194153381017548119</id><published>2009-10-02T11:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:07.331+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Breakfast in bed!</title><content type='html'>Actually we're currently eating every single meal in bed. It sounds more fun than it is, but we try to make the best of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're getting help all around and everyone's been so wonderful. The bathroom is coming together and we almost have everything we need in the kitchen, well - except for a dining table, and a casserole we could make Fårikål in. Yum. It's cheap you know, cabbages are like 2,- pr. kilo. Today is laundry day, we're gonna clean our new bedsheets and the dirty clothes we have. Really would like to get a few shelves in, everything we own is in boxes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun shines through our window in the morning and also bathes the kitchen in warmth, which is nice. It is important to remember to appreciate those rays as when winter comes we wont see it that much. We're trying to get more familiar with the neighbourhood, we have several shops and a post office just around the corner. The busstop is really near too, and if we're late we can take it to school instead of walking. It only takes like five minutes on the bus, and we'll be downtown in about seven! I'm so pleased, I really like this place, it still feels like I'm on holiday though, but I'll probably get used to it eventually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SsXcIcJ2ArI/AAAAAAAAByE/wnIfZKo0tI4/s1600-h/sept+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SsXcIcJ2ArI/AAAAAAAAByE/wnIfZKo0tI4/s400/sept+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387954566773211826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-9194153381017548119?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/9194153381017548119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=9194153381017548119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/9194153381017548119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/9194153381017548119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast in bed!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SsXcIcJ2ArI/AAAAAAAAByE/wnIfZKo0tI4/s72-c/sept+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-4988239290273591662</id><published>2009-09-29T22:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:58:18.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><title type='text'>Our house!</title><content type='html'>In the middle of the street!&lt;div&gt;Our apartment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just such a weird feeling to suddenly have your own place just filled with your stuff (well, almost just your own stuff). And there is so much to do and you have to order electricity and things that you rarely consider when living a sheltered life in an attic across town. Don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post pictures if it turns out nice. So far it is only us, a bunch of carboard boxes, our deliciously huge bed, the wardrobe and the kitchen. We don't even have any chairs. However if we can't afford a sofa yet, I'll probably post pictures of someone else's place, just so you wont think we're having it rough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it couldn't be further from the truth. Maybe we'll go hungry some days, and maybe we'll be a little cold - but it doesn't matter, at least I'm having the flippin time of my life - even though this hasn't sunk in properly yet! Can't wait for the days to come, we've only been here a few days, but it'll be wonderful. Whiiii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-4988239290273591662?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/4988239290273591662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=4988239290273591662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4988239290273591662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4988239290273591662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-house.html' title='Our house!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-4004815024022565305</id><published>2009-09-27T00:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:09:41.984+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Septomo</title><content type='html'>Hello you little toffee-biscuit-WHICH REMINDS ME&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold on, licorice-beard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Pecan-caramel biscuit from United Bakeries that laid wrapped in a napkin in my purse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM. These biscuits are so delicious they deserve a post of their own. This particular one I got from Skjalg at work today. Thank you, Skjalg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting here doing the last illustrations for our hand-in on sunday night. It turned out quite good, well done Jonas! We did almost all of it over the course of four superfocused hours. It almost hurt to be that good. And I've been at work today, it was a LOT to do, so time zoomed by like Ulla. Right! Then we made fishtacoes. I still don't think it's awesome, I think I'd stick to preparing fish in different ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, food aside (for a moment) this post was supposed to be about the licious music I love at present. It's quite cheesy I'd say, most of it. But you know, what'cha gonna do? Listen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehm. Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaand, well, that's it - here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/3yV98lWu83L5RZZ6RKoUg9"&gt;Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2CcU28hrNbjXhGed5oDtm7"&gt;Candy by Ash&lt;/a&gt; (I'm serious! It's sticky, I'm sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2AOKDGHoD9g1tkOOatE3I6"&gt;My Turn (feat. Lightspeed Champion) by Basement Jaxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2fSX9Jl6D1Cys7s0tIQFkU"&gt;Colours by Hot Chip (Fred Falke Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/3MelzlauGlKXoG5xBgZRWB"&gt;Chrystal City by Alan Braxe and Fred Falke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2QeJmo2ht7FYnRaDG7rA6p"&gt;Don't Be On With Her by Miami Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6Bck99G6kK9qSt6XpWnnRe"&gt;Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/1LXd13D5kUfMNUH7Xv5AMm"&gt;Melt by Way Out West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6d2xaroZMOGuWQVGWx5Lsz"&gt;Lumberjack by Kris Menace and Alan Braxe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-m-M-M-MEo0Oow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-4004815024022565305?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/4004815024022565305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=4004815024022565305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4004815024022565305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/4004815024022565305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/septomo.html' title='Septomo'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-5240962316349109225</id><published>2009-09-22T13:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:26:30.621+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited, for whatever reason - I need to think of something to cook for dinner, and I really want to do something fun tonight! My room is an awful mess, worse than it's been in a looong time. My things are everywhere, and yet I wake up and I look out the window and take a picture instead of tidying up. It is just that there's so much to do. So much. And as usual I am fraying at the edges because I can't get myself to do any of it - seeing it's impossible to find a place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to put icecubes in my juice, it's very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hung out with Helge, we watched comedy central clips and listened to drum n' bass. It feels weird that I have to go home when I've been at his place, even though it is pretty much a cupboard, I already feel at home when I'm with him! So it's unnatural that I have to leave. But I'm moving out soon, which'll be really weird to say the least, I can't wait. Even though nobody thinks that I should. It's difficult when I don't get any support either, everyone thinks I'm making a mistake and that I'll hit a wall and regret it all my life. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're creating these characters for a game-concept at school and I spent the whole of last week just wringing my brains out for an idea. As usual I got it when I'd gone to bed, and it was as if it had been obvious all along to me, then. But it was a long walk to the nearest pen and paper so I had to lie and think about it for hours and then sleep restlessly until I could work it out in the morning. OH! Yes, and we were in Sweden at our new summerhouse this weekend. Torstein and mum and my stepdad have been there the past few weekends, but this was my first time there. Such a cozy, quiet place, we ate lots of good food and Torstein and I played cards. The dogs absolutely steam down there, they're everywhere and snoring in the grass at the same time. It is such a joy to see them that happy. The worst thing about going home was that they like it so much there. I took pictures, I'll post them. Promise!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, it's a sunny day! Let's do some laundry and see what other mischief to get up to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-5240962316349109225?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/5240962316349109225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=5240962316349109225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/5240962316349109225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/5240962316349109225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-2500881784209518819</id><published>2009-09-20T22:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:28:49.002+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>What will you do to make peace on 21st. of September?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceoneday.org/en/welcome"&gt;http://www.peaceoneday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SraQcrtBqPI/AAAAAAAABx8/1hCAQGrLwpY/s1600-h/yoghurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SraQcrtBqPI/AAAAAAAABx8/1hCAQGrLwpY/s400/yoghurt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383649227010320626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-2500881784209518819?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/2500881784209518819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=2500881784209518819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/2500881784209518819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/2500881784209518819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SraQcrtBqPI/AAAAAAAABx8/1hCAQGrLwpY/s72-c/yoghurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-7292509040114143984</id><published>2009-09-17T12:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:21:33.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>District 9</title><content type='html'>YAY! I saw District 9 last night. I would recommend you seeing it, sir - because it's definitely worth seeing, if only for the remarkable special effects. I'm impressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have very high expectations to this film, especially because of the trailer coming off as so original, and the theme being so sensitive. But in the end I was a little disappointed with its lack of intelligence. It was exctiting and I must admit I was quite riveted with it. But the story was very thin considering the controversy of the setting. I hoped this film was going to leave me more shaken than just the warm sensation of being entertained. But it didn't get me thinking at all, it's impressive and fantastic, but it contained such a vast amount of unreleased potential. By the credits it was almost upsetting to see such a good idea "go to waste" with clichées.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also raising questions of prejudice, it was troubling to see the way Nigerians and other black people were depicted in the film. I'm not saying I particularly noticed who had the different roles depending on their race, I don't tend to consider that an issue - as such only creates more racism. But the film itself goes against its own morale, there were plenty of white bad guys, but ALL the black guys, except one, insignificant one - were criminals, outlaws and believed in witchcraft. That's just plain narrow-minded. Can't fit everyone into one film, I understand, but there should be nuances, shades of gray. C'mon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, District 9 is definitely a sci-fi classic, absolutely loaded with amazing props and enjoyable with an inconsistent way of storytelling. It starts off as a documentary, kind of Cloverfield style at times, with a few interviews in-between, then this merges with any other random action film. And celebrates with some extra ... goo. It's quite brutal, and I don't know if the age limit of 15 really is sufficient, but that's me - I enjoy action films, but they definitely get way too graphic for me. It really isn't necessary. It was great, but - there should've been more to it than just the (may I say brilliant) splatter-explosions and the icky, hollywood "alien and human connect on a higher level". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ending delighted me as well as bothered me, a lot. Loads was left unsaid, and I am unable to tell you if they did that purposedly or not, because to me that wasn't a necessary "method" of granting this film depth. Despite the heart-thumping action-scenes and marvellous amounts of "what's going to happen next?" it was all a little messy. There's a lot of characters in this film that are introduced but don't really play any significant part. In the end they leave a lot of loose threads hanging, and though this can be done, as I said, on purpose - it only leaves you dissatisfied. After thousands of - excited, if I must add - "what's going to happen next?"-es they finish with a last big one. They could actually make a sequel only to tie up all the loose ends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as this annoys me. I am sure others are able to fully enjoy this without annoyance, because in the end I am only talking about MY unfulfilled expectations that never really got promised to me by anyone, but that I made up in my head. This is unfair, but, maybe I should just accept that not everyone are interested in seeing an above average intelligent film with this theme. I mean, the sci-fi fans can all enjoy more clever films, I am sure, no offence, but perhaps this genre just needs a whiff of afterthought before it is reduced to snores. Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SrJF2xn7WzI/AAAAAAAABx0/hJwtpvFY_dw/s1600-h/district+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SrJF2xn7WzI/AAAAAAAABx0/hJwtpvFY_dw/s400/district+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382441311997221682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-7292509040114143984?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/7292509040114143984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=7292509040114143984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7292509040114143984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7292509040114143984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/district-9.html' title='District 9'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/SrJF2xn7WzI/AAAAAAAABx0/hJwtpvFY_dw/s72-c/district+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-7043250383949443677</id><published>2009-09-11T19:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:52:10.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Bomb-Threat</title><content type='html'>Even where I work, which is a dingy little crockerie shop in a mall on the westside of Oslo we have standard procedures for bomb-threats. If someone would be likely to call us and tell us they're gonna blow the shop up, we have these procedures to follow. Among them are a set of questions we are to ask the potential "bomber", and they go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where is the bomb?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When will it explode?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What kinds of explosives are being used?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much explosives?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are you doing this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you tell us who you are?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So if you are planning to ring in, just make sure you have prepared good answers to these questions because I will be taking notes of everything that is said, sooo. Well it would just be less awkward for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-7043250383949443677?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/7043250383949443677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=7043250383949443677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7043250383949443677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/7043250383949443677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/bomb-threat.html' title='Bomb-Threat'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-3706470131562157994</id><published>2009-09-11T17:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:02:13.969+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>The prettiest girl in Oslo</title><content type='html'>Now I wouldn't usually be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; judgmental on what other people choose to listen to. Sure I &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;throw a few naughty words in there for good measure, but in truth I don't &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;care that much as long as I don't have to listen to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one song by Big Bang that I actually volunteered to listen to myself a few times, and I've seen them live once, too. And it's been one of those songs that haunt you a little, as everyone seem to like it, or simply not have an opinion on it. So it's played everywhere. But still there's always been something about this song that has really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize until today, when at work and listening to that blasted song for the flippin millionth time, that it creeps me out. It makes me think of all those icky sleaze-bags that are about &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt; the age of "the prettiest girl in Oslo", but would still try nonchalantly-desperately to get under her blouse with lines like "can I talk to the prettiest girl in Oslo, oh is that you?" Yeah? C'mon. Nasty old man. It grosses me out. This song is ruined for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some poor girls still shiver at the edge of the creative-frankness in pick-up lines like "You are the most beautiful girl here tonight". But in truth, you should know, that this is probably the most common pick-up line that even the likes of me have heard too many times. I think it has to do with the drunken-haze of thinking "the truth will impress her". Or something. I think it does, the first three times. The rest? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the funny ones that always get to me. Like "Look! We're wearing matching socks!" or something really odd, like "I haven't had my daily dose of Urge today, would you please show me the nearest Seven-Eleven/Deli de Luca?" Yeah? You can relate to that. What the fuck are you going to answer to such overwhelming compliments over the loud music? Oh, and it makes you seem like you're way too interested. You have to be attentive, and show &lt;em&gt;moderate&lt;/em&gt; interest, but girls always want what they can't have. Got to remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19283845-3706470131562157994?l=chickmonster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/feeds/3706470131562157994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19283845&amp;postID=3706470131562157994' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/3706470131562157994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19283845/posts/default/3706470131562157994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickmonster.blogspot.com/2009/09/prettiest-girl-in-oslo.html' title='The prettiest girl in Oslo'/><author><name>Tora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924039475450511271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16311143330250060444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19283845.post-1913348460184846788</id><published>2009-09-09T11:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:55:51.448+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Two white doors and a dead orchid</title><content type='html'>Today the weather is absolutely stunning! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when my brother and I finally stumbled our way down from our rooms - belsebub had wrecked complete havoc in the livingroom. I should've taken a picture, but really that wasn't relevant in my brain at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had ripped one of the orchids down from the windowsill, and it lay splayed on the carpet, leaves torn off - bark and cracked pottery everywhere. On top of this lay her pink pig toy, tied up in the remains of my wesc bongo headset. She had also managed somehow, to spray one of the armchairs in more bark and orchid limbs. Her path of destruction followed us into the kitchen, where she had tipped over Cleo's food container. It appeared to be so much left that Cleo couldn't possibly have discovered it. I was mostly horrified by my headphones in pieces. Luckily they still work, I just need to substitute some chewed out bits and then glue it all together. *Snort*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, here is some music for you. It'll be something mood-less, it could either be a happy song, or a sad song - depending on your mood. Quite nice. Today I chose them being happy songs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6bWHbWie49MV0RqyyHnSlV"&gt;A Love Story by Thomas Dybdahl (Spotify)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/4Ou7ZLhdumcXYM2PcAJdjT"&gt;Things That I Don't Understand by Coldplay (Spotify)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6Bck99G6kK9qSt6XpWnnRe"&gt;Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie (For you, Tink!) (Spotify)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And completely out of context; &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/1LXd13D5kUfMNUH7Xv5AMm"&gt;Melt by Way Out West. (Spotify)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been searching around the web for more Gordon Ramsay recipes, as I am always pleased when cooking them. Like his Yorkshire Puddings! Delicious. Anyone have any recipes they'd like to share? Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Sqd6VwHEgdI/AAAAAAAABxY/G7WunBrA0HY/s1600-h/rosa+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzx_tf3yONQ/Sqd6VwHEgdI/AAAAAAAABxY/G7WunBrA0HY/s400/rosa+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379402794027745746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are two doors. 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