It been Googled, so it be truth

1. Type in "[your first name] needs" in the Google search:
Tora needs a safe environment in which to learn how to trust and be around humans again.
2. Type in "[your first name] looks like" in Google search
Have you realized how much Tora looks like a hamster? o_O
3. Type in "[your first name] hates" in Google search:
Tora hates humans and Tenquo seems to be the only person in the whole world who is the one and big exclusion
4. Type in "[your first name] goes" in Google search:
Tora Goes to the City
5. Type in "[your first name] loves" in Google search:
TORA [loves] PENELOPE.
6. Type in "[your first name] eats" in Google search:
Tora eats Sushi with a lot of Wasabi
7. Type in "[your first name] has" in Google search
Tora has held a variety of political positions, most recently as a Senator from 2001
8. Type in "[your first name] works" in Google search:
Tora works from command line but not launcher 
9. Type in"[your first name] lives" in Google search:

Tora lives in a poor household with her drudging mother and a brutal step-father who subjects her to repeated ...

The Darkness

It's out of the dark - literally and actually in every sense - as the sun is now engulfing our lives with remarkable persistence. Spring is actually quite nice, I think - not the best time of the year as it is quite undecisive, spring. It really is. One day it snows, one day it's sunny. Cold in the morning, warm in the afternoon. But not quite warm enough. But either way, as we shed the winter fur and allow ourselves to be warm by other means once more - it is time to do springtime things like we did it as kids. You know.

Be baffled by chirping birds, a peeing dog, a passing taxi, a nice looking pebble. Eat grapes until you get a rash on your belly, skin your knee while failing at climbing a tree. Pick some dandelions and have sticky, bitter-tasting fingers all day. Stumble in your own velcro-kicks and play with spilt oil in a puddle, using a stick - pretending to be the weather man. Sing a song you don't really know, but that made sense when you were mixing the mud with the sand in the broken bucket. Hit some kid over the head with a small book about piglets and yes and no.

Kick a ball but fall on your behind. Have sand in your pockets, and wave at the school children. Put a snail in your mouth and run to your sister saying "WRRBbllgraaahahhGrgghbbl!" Try spitting farther than the boys. Drink from a cup using both hands while actually being too excited to have time to drink. Run like you have a condition with your pelvis and the coordination of a mangled action-man.

This is how we used to live, as children. Remember?

I dare you.

It'll be the best springtime ever. 

(picture of the sky - for you particularly slow ones. I took the other day).

A tree and some music

I took a picture when walking around the river with my dog, Cleo. I really like how the sunlight tainted it. I got little to nothing to blog about today. So have some music, thank you.

Early May Playlist:
Engines - Snow Patrol
Black and White Town - Doves
Maybe I Can Change - Keane
Racing Green - High Contrast

Must Hear Springtime Classic Playlist:
Millionaire - Kelis ft. Andre 3000
Standing Next to Me - Last Shadow Puppets
North West Three - Fatboy Slim
I'm Not Alone - Calvin Harris (give it a little time to warm up! Approx. 44 seconds).

Oh, and the poodle is settling in just fine, I think. Cleo is not exactly mothering it because the newcomer's a little pest and is stealing the spotlight.

Poodleh!

Our little bundle of hair has arrived, we picked her up yesterday. In fact she's quite a bully, and I think we're definitely going to have a handful with her. No doubt. But she appears to be getting housewarm fairly quick. She probably wishes there was more playfulness left in Cleo (which is already quite cheeky for being 10 years old), but there are limits for what even the most tolerant Rottweiller can take. Which is fair enough.

Sigrid and Axel are coming home for a bit to adore this little lump until they get sick of it and go back to Bergen.

We're still at loss with the name, but we have to settle on something soon!

Laboretory imad scientisic for forigne languages

The White Hand of Toraman

I fell asleep on my hand, it appears - so it's left a mark on my belly. It looks really weird, actually. And it's happened before too, but then it was on my leg. I have no idea why I still halfway to Legoland awoke and took this picture. But I found just the whole concept of dragging myself out of bed to document this absurdness so bizarre that I decided to share the bizarreness with you.

Edit: Because of  a complaint from my sister, the above image has been cropped.