Xide Xmas

Well as you may already know, there are so many things that I like in life - take Giorgio Locatelli, Birol Ünel, Gary Oldman, Jude Law, Matthew Macfadyen, Dylan Moran, Clive Owen, Patrick Fugit, Rupert Grint, Johnny Depp, George Clooney, Justin Chatwin and Ioan Gruffud for example, to name a few. (From left to right)


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Then there's always the delight of rainbows, shoes, mopping out ones ears with a q-tip after taking a shower, listening to a new CD, going to bed in clean sheets, Optimus Prime, getting rid of something that's been stuck between ones teeth, laughing, travelling to a new place, the cool mists of sunrise - where will this end? Well, it goes on for a long bit, and then it ends with food (for the simplicity of things, and to keep this as short as possible - everything within the amazing world of both beverages and appetizers has been forced into one word).
Obviously, I love food, best thing there is. I thought I'd never see anything within the world of food that would be able to set itself above all the other food-things that I love.

And then, then I watched a commercial on Swedish MTV (as you may already be aware of - it's illegal to advertise for liquor/spirits, well alcohol in general in Norway). And...

Oh, how can I cut this as fine as possible?

Well there was a glossy glass bottle, filled with deep red, tantalizing alcopop. Oh. And. And then. Then the bottle was turned upside down... And it was full of snowflakes and glitter!! Imagine that?! That's like religion to me! It just simply can't get any better than that. I want alcopop with glitter! That's what I want, I want it for Christmas! Oh why, oh why can't we have this delicious thing in Norway? I would keep the market rich and sustainable on my own, no problem! I promise! Just give it a chance! ... Whaaaa!! Glitter! Please!

*sniffle*

I decided to list the different Xide flavours for you with a particular interest in alcopop. You will find they be links to the Swedish alcohol retailer (which, in similarity with Norway has a complete monopoly on selling high-alcohol-content drinks (above 4.7%) called Systembolaget in Sweden and Vinmonopolet in Norway).
Xide bright pomegranate rhubarb
Xide cactus/lime
Xide mandarin/chilli
Xide pine/citrus
Xide strawberry desire
Xide wasabi/lemon
Xide X-mas Mistel Orange
Xide X-mas <--- this one, please. Oh, and for you crazy penguin Mormons across the street - if you still think I am a raving alcoholic: ... Well I'm not. So stop trying to steal my ID when I'm watching, it's such an embarrassment.

And what I would give - for some snow! ya?

Did you know that nailpolish hardens and dries faster when kept hot? That is why chicks store their polish in the fridge, because it keeps the fluids soft and runny.

Something else which is strange is my odd attraction to the male cologne - Acqua Di Gio. I am simply enchantedly obsessed with that scent! How gay is that? Actually I can recognise it from yards(!) away - which is actually not only strange, but maybe also frightening?

But it's advent! Yayay! Now I can finally initiate the use of my giant computer folder of glitter, called "Christmas". Perfect!

I have way too much homework to do, and I'm at work all the time. It's been snowing lots in Oslo lately just to be washed away by rain a short time after. But I want snow, I like snow. It is time to get into that Christmas spirit - yes? Yes! Of course! And do forgive me for not updating in a while, busy busy you know. I will make it up to you by updating some time again during the week and perhaps give my blog a delightful round of Xmas pimpage.

Lots and lots and lots and lots

- to say! but can't make myself to write it at the moment.

Please enjoy Lykke Li (which can be translated to "Hap-py")

Supported for Shout Out Louds concert at John Dee Sat. Nov. 24th.

http://www.myspace.com/lykkeli

<3

Also my mama made her hair more ginger, it's really beautiful because I think she is beautiful - but I know you're all going to say she looks like a carrot.

Well piss off!

Antidote

Of course the most brilliant medicines can't be produced. I am already suspecting that they have a cure for the most horrid things, that science already have been victorious against - but we still have to suffer with. Imagine if there was a cure against getting pregnant, haha, everyone would just run around and have sex all the time, everywhere! ...

Forgetfulness! I'm sure there is an academic way of being reminded and remember everything, but if people started using this all the time, we wouldn't be using our head on our own - so we'd be helpless without it. Even though it would be a great invention, that many people would be grateful for, and that maybe could help make our planet a better place to be. The disaster that would occur if something happened, and we wouldn't be able to get hold of it anymore is inconcieveable.

Think if there was an antidote to smoking, or drug-addiction, even to caffeine and sugar-holics. This might already excist you know, but then what would we learn from our abuse? We'd just quit, then go back at it if we liked to, because there was always away out of it again. We wouldn't learn anything about our past mistakes, we could twist our course of life, help a lot of people who need to get out of their condition. But man is way too selfish for such a tool, something so powerful, we have the statistics against us. Again. We'd abuse it just like a drug.

Imagine there was a cure against being hungover! The damage would never end! People would drink the rivers dry, and hand in their livers way before they became of age! It would be madness to publish a discovery like that. Mankind isn't made for these temptations, and the punishments have to be hard, or else we wont be able to control ourselves.

Then perhaps I am being too negative here, maybe we could in fact handle it, there's a chance.

But I don't honestly believe it myself, at least not until I see it!

Band names

Here's something new and interesting.
"Peak Fitness Condition" and "My Tribe" by danish Spleen United
"Two Lovers" and "Wide Awake" by british The Twang

Their band names are so funny! I thought they didn't really make much sense, so I fished up the definitions, and I was right; don't make much sense:

The Spleen is an organ located in the abdomen of the human body, where it functions in the destruction of old red blood cells and holding a small reservoir of blood.

United [yoo-nahyt] u·nit·ed, u·nit·ing.
–verb (used with object)
to join, combine, or incorporate so as to form a single whole or unit. Past participle of unite.

Twang is another name for alt-country music.
Twang can also be used to describe a mild accent (for example a southern twang).
Twang is known in poetic terms as a piece of onomatopoeia (e.g., describing certain sounds, such as a guitar being plucked and make a "twang", or elastic bands being stretched and released to make a distinctive "twang").

Thank you Wikipedia and dictionarydotcom.
Actually I know many bands with strange names, snd there are tons of others too! Then I thought, why not try the Band Name Maker? I set the optional word as my own name, and here's what I got:

Tora Bean
Loveless Tora
Tora Of The Pissing
Proto Tora
Tora Accident
Tenth Tora Of The Battery-powered Civilian
Classic Tora
Consumed Tora And The Genetic Factory
Hiding Tora

I'm going to start a band and call it "Tora Accident", because it doesn't sound any cool at all.

Lean a little bit closer, see?

Yes, so today I was in court. I don't think I was sober before atleast an hour in to the trial, which was a bad thing - seeing food & drink is banned during the session, I could feel my condition swell up inside me without being able to hold it down by drinking or eating.

And as I sat there, sick, tired, in horrible, undescribable disgusted pain - I wondered what kind of crossdressing clever otter-trucker had managed to dress up an entire profession in drag - without them noticing. What an amazing accomplishment. For those who have set themselves such goals. Though, honest - what a genius idea.

I can picture the lads standing in front of a mirror wearing powdered wigs, and black, puff*-sleeved dresses - admiring their own buttocks - going, with considerable contemplation:

"Hmmm... Yes, I guess I do realize I look very much like my own aunt in my uncles funeral... But, b-but this certainly looks like nothing from the Frippery. Hmm - you know what? Do you know what...? Actually, it makes my behind look dih-vine!"

Didn't really notice any behinds during the session, but people are really conscious about the way their end is displayed, so it must've been something like that which actually convinced them in the end. Oh, and considering my own, sorry state - the notorious shivering and the dreadful need for washing my intestines in chlorine slowly vapourized. I inhaled a bottle of water and things felt a lot better.

* Clever, clever. I see what you did there.