There is no spoon

It must've been explained to me once, if not a million times; why ones reflection is upside down when looking at a spoon. Though no matter how many times people have endeavored to stuff it into my temple, I just don't seem to get it.

It doesn't even make sense, it's just a whole lot of gibberish. Why on earth would I be reflected upside down? And in spoons of all things... I know that I'm not exactly a rocket-scientist, but it seems to me that a bit of reasoning should be enough. Therefore I have decided that reflections in spoons will no longer be upside-down. It is just confusing people and it is a pointless detail to the scenery of life. The stupidity exceeds all logic and thinking too much about it can make you criminally insane. The insanity is often likely to become permanent, madness is, as we already know, compulsive.

Due to the fact that the reflections in spoons is confusing and harmful, the audience is requested not to try to mirror one-self in a spoon, and that all spoons in every household must be covered in chocolate sauce. No exceptions. For your own good.

Instead of discussing dangerous matters as spoons, learn How to make a Game like Bing-Bang-Boing at WikiHow. ... Should be harmless enough.

Last chance!

Well July has an incredibly low posting count - and as the saying goes: Quantity slaps quality on the bum with a sticker album.

... or something like that, well here is a post!

WikiHow presents How to make a Fire-Breathing Dragon cake!

Then there's always

"Peculiar Black Bug Crawls Across Terrace"

"I know how to get rid of all the chavs in this town"
- "Is that right?"
"Yes, I will just run naked through downtown, and they'll all follow me out of here to beat me up".
- "That's not a bad idea, in fact it could work!"
"... You just want to see me naked".

<___<

Well if that's not up for random, I really don't know what is!

Verdict

It is with quite a clean conscience I allow myself to turn the heater on at dusk. While mother nature is having many issues (some which we have found best to ignore, while others we blow up and wear as hats), I'm having quite a few issues myself.

One of them is that my room in the attic is cold.
In fact, it is freezing. I will not allow it, I do not accept it, for thousands of years not just Norwegians -but everyone have snuggled under duvets and animal skins as night enrolls. I intend to do no different.
The overwhelming darkness and the icy winds will rather encourage me than make me strip and boogie to "Sonny" or any other song by Boney M.

When (meaning the very moment I wrote this) the chills and silence of night has approached me. My radiator is at the ready, and a certain viking will surely be wrapped safely into cotton pyjamas with muffins on it, duvets and be propped up on feather-stuffed pillows.

Because frankly...
Cold is being voted off the island - For good!

New Things

Have their own way of spreading delight.
Personally I prefer everything I get to be kept in their original wrappings, boxes and casings -only to preserve the prettiness and freshness of something which is entirely new.

It doesn't matter whether it is a new iPod or a new palette of make-up, the feeling and look of something new is constantly pleasant, don't you agree? The plastic film on cell-phone screens and the like I opt for keeping on for as long as possible, it doesn't bother me that it complicates using it and delays everything. You see it's all about that gleaming blankness and gloss which ought to be preserved for as long as physically reasonal, it is attractive. Which makes it all ridiculously worthwhile!

Think of all the enjoyable things which are new; being just dry from a shower in clean sheets, wearing soft new clothes, listening to new, unexplored music, reading a new book, and though new cars have an unpleasant smell - do not the seatbelts click into their locks in a satisfying fashion? - (Meaning that they are not sticky from crisps, sweat, ice-cream and popcorn?)

Some, like me and my plastic-wrapped belongings appreciate, worship and have completely succumbed to the sparkly world of new things-

If you might think this sounds silly, well consider the environment and the threats our lifestyle is offering. The way we use and throw away just to buy new again is a destructive and selfish way to lead lives, what will our children say when we have nothing to show them when they grow older? I have the honour of being able to show and pass on rarities like my first mp3-player, our old N64 and one of my first pair of shoes to anyone who would be blessed to come next! Some are not as privileged.

Not saying that everyone should save all their junk, but maybe if we treated our things better - we could have them for longer and then several people can enjoy them after we pass on.
Pff - like the sparkliness is not excuse enough!

Picture: "Dog on Verandah in Positano"

Raving Rabbids

Maybe I should begin this yesterday, at work, I was working from 5 to 8 down in that ruddy shop, together with Suzanne. Mum had purchased a dress in Rome for my older sister, Hagrid - but unfortunately the size was so petite and medieval that it simply didn't fit her. So in a desperate moment of having to dress someone up in this fabulous piece of clothing, we decided to give it to Suzanne, which is a friend of Sigrid - and incidently my colleague also. You should've seen her though, she looked wonderful in it, and it was so delightful to see that someone could use it.

After work, which wasn't all that exciting -we do keep each other company, so it's never that bad in the end you know, I went home and ate masses of spaghetti while watching clips from JayC's concert tour: "Fade to black". Why, I don't know, and even though Jaisie did alright it wasn't all that funky.

After eating we dug through masses of old clothes, it was kind of cool, but also a bit scary - there were certain items I swear could have attacked me if I had turned my back against them. There was also a jumper that had a strong resemblance with a pair of wholly functioning lungs. I suppose that is what you may call an exaggeration, but it is also better known as "The 80's".

It took a long time getting through that interesting and different mountain of antiques, though both my sister and I felt most content about our "loot" when finally finishing.
I had to retreat to the kitchen, blasting out some Flaming Lipps and Ralph Myerz from the stereo while cleaning the oven. Reduced to a finer pulp of solvents, some moments later (I shall always blame the cilit bang!) Liv-Elin sent me a text and asked me to come over to her place and spend the night.

My most miraculous sister dropped me off down at Elin's a bit later, seeing she was picking up her better half, Axel anyway. By the time I had arrived at Liv-Elin's house, it was already very late, pushing midnight to be exact. Of course we have never found it to be in our nature to be overruled by the hours, bluntly conquering the night and chatting away for hooouuurs.

Obviously, seeing Liv-Elin has got herself a Wii now, we played lots of Raymond: Raving Rabbids, and it was most entertaining. At about four in the morning we grew hungry and spent all morning baking buns, round about seven we had sipped unknown masses of Tiramisu-liquor and eaten unhealthy amounts of tyrkisk pepper (that is a kind of sweet you can't get where you live, honey) and also, buns - of course.

Then we watched an episode of Black Books, and fell asleep. We awoke roughly two and a half hours later, discovering to our horror that Elin had a bus to catch in twenty minutes. (Catching a bus is a time-consuming activity and requires quite big guns and can wear you out easily). With heads feeling like mid-sea boyes and feet not really listening to the wobbly commands, we made our way to the station, and despite the hurry -had to wait for ten minutes.

Right now I am immensely tired, and my grandparents and my smelly little* cousin will be arriving shortly. Hopefully I will not faint, and I will have some raisin-bread!




*not anymore.....

Fronch

I was wondering, whatever happens if you roast cocoa-beans the same way you roast coffee-beans and make coffee from it?
I suspect it would just taste like burnt eyebrows, or possibly camping out dinner sausages savagely burnt on the end of charred sticks.


What do you think of D.A.N.C.E by Justice? You know they featured a childrens choir from the UK when making that song?