Pappa & Pestus

Dad & Pestus

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

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

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

Just thought it'd be fun to mention!


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


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

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Today is the day Lincoln was shot, the day the Titanic hits an iceberg and sinks down into the depths.

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

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

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

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

Marzipan sprinkles

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

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

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

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

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

Modest Mouse - Dashboard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tora tora tooooooooooraaaaaa

I googled my name!

Tora's Tattoo's

Tora 7kg

Tora the exchange student

Black Dust Mountains of Tora

Temporally-ordered routing algorithm (TORA)

Skjalg & Tora O_O

Tora Shotokan Karate

lol, disturbing.

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

Layout Celebration

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

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

Fab!