Jellyfish is teh mean to me

Yesterday, I woke up with Gnarls Barkley's "Smiley Faces" in my head. So I had to battle with LimeWire for ages before it would finally give me a song that was not a faux. I then felt like a guilty pirate and I bought "Smiley faces" from iTunes instead.

I then had breakfast with my strange family, it was my cancer-infected-stepdads birthday, so we had set it all up nicely. We then packed our stuff and went to the beach! It was lovely weather and it was all wonderful and we were all alone and topless. My older sister and my older brother went to a very famous (and expensive) bakery called Pascal and bought this delicious chocolate cake that we enjoyed at the beach.

We even made our freaky water-hating rottweiller dive into the sea by own free will. Though as we went for a last little dip, this tiny jellyfish came out of nowhere when I was underwater, it had these long thread-tentacle thingies and grabbed my face and the entire right side of my body! Eeep. It hurt quite a lot. It was stinging and itching and hurting, making me restlessly moving around. Went home right after and hopped in the shower.

Then rubbed myself with the gel of wonders called Fenistil. It made it all better, in case of my face, it made the pain go completely away.

It certainly saved my day.
Thank you Fenistil, I love you!

Nigella

I'm sure you've seen the TV-chef called Nigella Lawson. If I was a man I'd grab her by the ankles and drag her home with me! I'd club her in the head unless she cooked me lime parfaits and large buckets of chocolate mousse, then only to enjoy the meal together with her and her sparkly eyes.

I'm surely not obsessed with her! It's the thing that she does with the food she makes! Just the towers of cream, the tilting mountains of whatever deep fried and custard-filled. Whatever it would be next, it would be tender or soft or chilling-numb, perhaps even softly warm. The food! The way she stirs it, watches the butter melt and crackle until she pours batter in the pan and let's out satisfying "f-shhhhhs"es. She'll lick her fingers and hum with pleasure.



Just, somebody grab that woman!

And YES - before anyone asks - I have recently been watching BBC Food. Now go get Nigella Lawson before anyone else does it. Do it! Do it right now!

How are you by the way? Nice seeing you again. And like that, I close my post number 100. //Saluté!

Last year, in Australia

I dug a hole in the ground about the size of a small man!
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Just look how pleased I am in the end :D

Loka

"Er du helt loka?"
"Are you completely loka?"

Loke - the name of the nordic half-God, son of Farbauti and Laufey. After mixing his blood with the God-King Odin he gets magical powers. He is therefore allowed to live together with the other Gods.

BUT, he is also the most annoying person these Gods have ever seen. Loke causes chaos and jealousy among the Gods. Especially the time he brings home a strange creature called Quark, just to make the life of the Gods miserable. So it goes, on and on. Imagine Loke as a joker, he just can't ever give it a rest. Even if he was, people wouldn't trust him, and from there have the question of "what are you loking with?" come, that means "what are you plannng on/what are you up to?" etc.

So walking around planning to do something or simply just hanging around is called "to loke around".
So from there again, my generation have evolved this into "Are you completely loka?" (are you far off/far out/crazy/stupid/wandering around pointlessly/completely bonkers/nutcase etc etc). The good thing about it is that you can use it in any context, simply because it doesn't really mean anything in particular. You can sort of grant it the meaning you want it to have!

Genius!

Was in Sweden and bought a pop named "Loka" leading to series of very very stupid jokes.

In for a read?

I'm currently doing some heavy Rehab from World of Warcraft, and I have nothing to do.
So for you few chickens that might love fictions, here's my contribution:

http://rehabilitating.blogspot.com


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Robbie Williams, Intensive Care.

Since I was 7 years I've been an admiring fan of Robbie Williams. Last year he released his newest album called Intensive care. I think the level of disappointment wasn't as bad as it should have been. Seeing I'm past a kind of "worshipping" relationship to his music, I'm easier to impress, more now than ever.

But he didn't seize that chance. Never before has he cooked up an album so full of tame and unsparkly music, it's like flat, piss-temperatured beer. You think it sucks trying to swallow it down, but your body just keeps on repressing it and forces it out of your system, making you go through the pain and discomfort once again.

Personally I hate it when people so ruthlessly slaughter an album like this. But he has left me with no choice. This is the shittiest thing he has ever delivered and ranges far from old classics like "Me and my monkey" or "Somewhere beyond the sea". Even "Jesus in a Camper Van" seems more tempting. And his sparkling enthusiasm in "Man Machine" must've disappeared from the surface of the earth, as it's not even present on this album.

The ONLY thing he left me with, this heartless bastard, is his ever-as wonderful lyrics. He could, however, have spared himself from the swearing, he has never before have had to fully turn to that to give his sentences an extra "edge". His songs have previously been more than capable to make a statement without that much verbal abuse.

I suggest he goes back to chain-smoking and heavier alcoholic habits, because sad as it is, artists seem to function a lot better under those conditions. Like, WTF Robbie?! WTF?! Like Fatboy bloody Slim says so well in Star 69:
"What the fuck?
They know what is what,
But they don't know what is what,
They just strut.

What the fuck?!"


His recent music sucks, but he's the one butt-naked next to Gisele...