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...

Terrorism

From the Dec/Jan 2003 cover of ONE WORLD magazine.

I was recently reading through the mens magazine called Arena (August issue), and found an extremely interesting article about terrorism. It was called "No sex please, we're terrorists", and had an in depth description of connections between sexual repression and muslim extremist suicide bombers.

It was written in a very humourus fashion, seeing this of course was just a theory, but there were a set of a few very good quotes.
The best of them was a quote by Walid Shoebat, a reformed Palestinian terrorist who aborted a bombing mission on an Israeli bank in 1978 and has since converted to Christianity. He has (according to Arena) spoken at length about the role sexual frustration plays in driving young men into the suicidal combat favoured by Hamas and Islamic Jihad.

"I believed totally that there would be 72 virgins waiting for me in paradise if I died in a martyrdom operation" he says. "Those 72 virgins with wide eyes who wanted only me, became more real to me than girls of my own age who I could hardly ever see, never mind talk to.
Getting any of those 72 became a kind of obsession. The idea of limitless, perfect sex after death can be overwhelmingly desirable for a boy who is desperate to lose his virginity and cannot see any other way to do it. You should not laugh. This desire is not a joke. It is real, and it exercises tremendous power over the minds of young adolescent muslims."...

In addition to having a cover (covered - ha ha) with the fit body of the famous Brazilian model Gisele, there were a quite few good articles. Especially this one, I couldn't find it online, or else I would've linked it to you. But it definitely contained a set of very interesting theories.