Sunday, October 30, 2005

Feed the horses with your candy

Considering the fact that I complained about not having money to burn, I've been burning quite a lot over the last couple of days. Bought myself a new bicycle because the old one finally broke. Possibly not beyond repair, but definitely beyond the repair it was worth. The last time I got an entirely new bicycle was at my 10 year birthday, so it was probably about time anyway. And it has also convinced me that it is probably a good thing that I don't have a driver's license as my initial reaction to being overtaken on the bicycle lane is now in the lines of "F*** off" and then going really, really fast to get away from them again. On the other hand, I would probably make a good Parisian taxi driver. Or, if they one day decide to remake Pulp Fiction, set it in Copenhagen and let The Wolf be a female cyclist, I could possibly do a fairly decent job at that as well. Ish. It'd be a f***ing strange movie, though.

Also, I've just bought tickets for the Franz Ferdinand-show on the 9th of December, which should be very nice. I haven't got the new album yet, sort of embarassing, really, but I'm sure it'll be a riot. A dancing riot.

And as the last thing I just bought yarn for this cardigan. I haven't really knitted lace before, so it's not entirely impossible that I'll completely mess it up, but I really like it (even if it is a wrapover), so I'll give a try.
On another knitting-related note, I finally found a knitting blog that I like. Obviously, seeing as I am clearly a dreadful person, it's the one were two knitters team up and slag off the products of everyone else's hard labour one by one, and the one that gets comments like: "Wait. You can crochet a strap-on? Holy shit. I had no idea. What's next? Knitted anal beads?". Don't really (want to) know what that says about me, but I think it's funny.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

It's a sign of devotion

If I had money to burn - as in serious money to burn - I would buy these. Mmmm, Christian Louboutin...

Monday, October 24, 2005

Can someone tell me who made the song in the new ad for Sony's Bravia-TV's? It's the one with loads of space hoppers (is that really what a 'hoppebold' is called in English? It's a shitty name) in the streets of San Francisco (I think). The chorus is something like "to lean on" something something and I think the song in the ad is a slightly toned down cover. The singer on the original has a slightly more squeaky voice and it could be The Shins? Maybe? So far, Google isn't my friend on this, all I've been able to find is a Michael Bolton-song! (Imagine the shame if the song I'm looking for is actually a Michael Bolton-song... the horror!)

Sunday, October 23, 2005

A decade of sun


Finally got 'round to buy the Spleen United album. Considering the fact that they're from Aarhus (or similar) and all have stupid (is there any other kind?) beards, it's actually rather good. I have a feeling that it'll really grow on me when I give it the more thorough listening that I haven't done yet - my mother has been visiting for the last couple of days and I didn't really find it worth the bother of putting it on and having her go "It's very noisy, isn't it?" and "How can you listen to that? It's terrible.", which are, from what I remember from living at home, her two standard lines to about 95 % of my record collection.
However, you have to hand it to her, if she hadn't insisted on watching the Eurovision Song Contest higlights-thingy yesterday, I would possibly never have found out what a great song the 1965 Luxembourg entry, Poupée de Cire, Poupée de Son (that's Wax Doll, Sound Doll, I think. Strange.) by France Gall is. Not much indietegrity in the Eurovision, but after all, this was written the one and only Serge Gainsbourg, whom you have to love, and Belle and Sebastian has done a cover (it's not very good, though).

While she (my mother, not France Gall) and my sister were here, we've dyed my hair to what I think is pretty close to my natural colour. It's hard to tell if it's right because I haven't had my own colour since I was 15 or so, but I think we got the slightly mousy brown about right. As you might be able to tell, I'm already a bit sick of it and I've only had it for a few hours. Oh well.

Just before I leave, could someone please explain to me the point of portable porn? Yeah, it's nice that the new iPod displays video and all that, but porn? What the f*** are you going to do with it? Watch it on the bus on your way to work? I mean, come on... (actually, don't).

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Votre mère fait quoi?


Nearly a year ago, I went to see Melody Club at Vega. The day after, I talked about the lead singer's tight trousers and the fact that the world would be a better place had more men worn pointy, red vinyl boots. But it's not until now that I have found a picture (via Ulolla) so you can see for yourself. Mmmm, dirty!

Also, I've learned that both Togo and Angola has qualified for next year's football World Cup. As my sister is half-Togolese (that sounds so Star Wars) and my dad currently resides in Angola, I think I'll be rooting for these two, it's a nice excuse to not be cheering for Denmark. Not that I need any, the fact that I've never met a roligan (or anyone wearing a Danish national squad shirt for that matter) who wasn't a wanker, is really all the excuse I require.