Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Hoping there's a method to your madness, baby

As the yarn for my cardigan still hasn't arrived and my plans to be done with it by Christmas will most certainly be wrecked by now, I got so bored with sudokus yesterday that I decided to buy some yarn for socks. Actually, I had been out all day buying Christmas presents and decided that I wanted pizza, but then I thought "Screw the pizza, I want merino!" and then I bought yarn for these socks. And this is what I had done after a day at work.
If you check out the pictures that go with the pattern, you can see that the original was blue and because of the scale-like structure of the pattern she named it after the blue fish. But seeing as mine are red, they could be named after that fish from that Led Zeppelin-book, Hammer of the Gods. You know, the one that the groupie gets in... well, The Netherlands. Wasn't that a red snapper? Or was it a shark? If it was a shark, then it's not really funny, is it?


Anyway, if we're going to be seedy, I might as well mention that when I was out buying presents yesterday, I was browsing around a video store, trying to find the Harry Potter-movies for my little sister (who fortunately doesn't read my blog). The Harry Potter-movies! Take note, because that should prove that I wasn't in the adult section (although I could have been in
Accord on Vestergade, where the music-DVD's and the porn used to be curiously lined up next to each other so your inner monologue would go "Kylie Greatest? Nah, already have that one... Pulp Hits.... possibly... Lost in TV? Oh, it's just a sampler... Stevie Wonder Live? Fuck no! .... Asian Street H...... OH! Now where was that Morrissey-single I just saw?!"
Anyway, looking around, I stumbled on a pile of discounted DVD's containing, amongst others,
Cherry Falls, one of the worst movies that I have ever seen in its entirety, and a movie bizarrely named Lesbisk Erotisk Mesterværk 8 (that's Lesbian Erotic Masterpiece 8 for that one person from Afghanistan who was once here. Hope you found what you were looking for). I mean, it's strange enough to name one film after a fictional magazine blurb (and that's obviously not from any fictional magazine I'd read), but f***ing eight of them? That's just crazy!