All I want for Christmas is you

And these!

Even if they are last season... Pleeeeaase!!!

This is no time for bondage fun

I haven’t been much of a blogger lately, I know and it’s not even from lack of internet; I’ve just found that a neighbour has some non-encrypted, wireless internet that I can steal. Do you reckon that’s illegal? And if so, is it possible that I could get caught? How?
Anyway, I am writing from my bed right now, which is quite nice especially since I can look at the very pretty Christmas tree put up right outside my bedroom window by the Poul Reichardt-looking caretaker! Just gives you that fuzzy, Christmassy feeling inside!

What gave me an entirely different feeling inside though has also to do with Christmas. I bought an Advent wreath the other day which some berry ornaments on it. What can I say, I bought it mostly because it was semi-cheap and I couldn’t be arsed to fidget around with ribbons and stuff.
Now, I thought that berry thingies were a bit like raisins, as in dry and positively dead, but, alas, no! This morning when I was having my coffee, there was a little larva creeping up one of the candles! Eurgh! I tell you, first thing tomorrow, I’m getting some insect spray to nuke the hell out of whatever’s left on that wreath. It might not be very cruelty free of me, but that’s what you get from a vegetarian who wears gloves lined with bunny fur.

And on a last Christmas related note, my favourite fact of this week has to be that this place is owned by Princess Miamaja from Jul på Slottet!

You said I was cheap, you were the sale of the century

Do you ever have those days where you wake up with a tune in your head and it's not in your record-collection so you just have to go out and find it? I had that the other day, when I woke up with the chorus to What Do I Do now? by Sleeper. So I went to library and got the album that it's on, the second one called The It Girl. It's an album that I've borrowed a lot of times since it first came out, but I just never got around to buying it, maybe because, well, it has some nice songs, but as an album, it could be a lot better. However, when I found it at a price of £4 (roughly), how could I say no? The lyrics are brilliant ("Tore up all your photos, didn't feel too clever / spent the whole of Sunday sticking you together" is probably my favourite line right now), something they owe entirely to Louise Wener.
Now, after Sleeper split, she writes novels. She's written two so far, Goodnight Steve McQueen and The Big Blind/The Perfect Play, both of which are rather brilliantly funny. And, in any case, you have to love a girl who writes books about poker.

And speaking of nothing at all; this Friday, I have to go to a party with a theme called Cosmic Love (I know, I think it's shit too). It's a sort of hippy/Valentine's Day-costume party and I don't know what to wear! So far, my best ideas are in the line of wearing a T-shirt quoting Karen from Will & Grace (ie. "Hang on, I know what an emotion is. It's one of those touchy-feely words, like maternity and addiction!") while fondling a dry Martini, but somehow I don't think it'll work outside my head. So, anyway, if you have any ideas as to how you get a loving and/or harmonic look out of a wardrobe consisting (almost) solely out of black clothes and shoes, let me know!

And as for my opinion on the outcome on the American election, check out this guy (via Geekculture). I think this quote sums it up quite nicely:

I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people. Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him. I never saw that coming. That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special.

And, yes, it might be narrowminded and over-simplifying to state this. But that doesn't mean that it´s not funny.

Everyone's a prostitute

Yesterday, I was watching a news magazine on Danish TV. One of the stories was about prostitution and while I am sort of undecided on the whole criminalization of the customer-issue, there were a couple of things I would like to question. If you look in a dictionary, the word ‘prostitution’ is explained with “the act or practice of indulging in promiscuous sexual relations especially for money” not “paying for sex with a woman”. But in this program, the issue at stake seemed to be if it was okay that men paid for sex with women (or maybe, going on a limb, with other men). I do realise that it is not as big a market, but there are women out there who pay for sex with men. But somehow that’s just not the same, is it? And why? Why isn’t male heterosexual prostitution considered oppressive and exploitative? Why do people assume that men have enough free will to choose selling sex while women have to be coerced or manipulated? I just found that really insulting…

And, hands up, who thinks the same will apply for the new Manic Street Preachers-album? The insulting bit, that is… It’s out today and I’m still considering whether or not to buy it at all.