Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Waiting 'round the bend

So, it's nearly 2 A.M. and I can't sleep. My rest-deprived brain is starting to see a pattern. First some guys from the Danish Paranormal Institute came by in the hearse on the right while I was at work. Then I went to see The Science of Sleep (why is it called The Science of Sleep in English when it's called La Science des Rêves, the science of dreams, in French? Huh?) And now I've just seen this Mickey Mouse-cartoon which is about... something paranormal. Runaway brains. That's bad, yeah?
So you see, there's a pattern, because the guys in the hearse, mixed with sleepy science and brain-switching... uh, I give up, there's no pattern, but it's still the most excited I've been over a Mickey Mouse-cartoon since I was about 10. And I always preferred Donald Duck anyway. But you should see it, okay?

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Sunday? But it can't be, it's too gruesome

I don't know how you feel, but I never was able to get The Bangles when they sang Manic Monday. Sure, Mondays are rather tedious, but "I wish it was Sunday, that's my fun day"? Hardly. If you ask me, Sundays are the worst kind of days there are. I always find myself being mopey, sleeping so long that I get a headache and then just hanging around the flat, boring the crap out of myself, on Sunday and today is no exception. Sigh sigh sigh.
Anyway... last week, my mother and sister came over to visit and it was quite nice. One day, we were out walking and I took this picture of a stencil on one of those metal plates that are used to cover holes in the street - nice, no?

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Writing out more lines than Burberry

Aahhh, once again my normal state of quiet, instead of verbalized, cotempt of the world has returned. I nearly got there later on
Saturday when a drunken Northern Irish fan came down the carpark, tooting a horn and slurring: "Y'know... I've been to a lot of matschesss, yah? And I muscht shay, I really muscht shay... You're sho musch nisher than the Dutsch!". And I'm sure we are.

Although The Netherlands (I can't say that anymore without giggling), it's warmer there than here, isn't it? A tad? Because, gosh darnit, it has turned so cold over the last week or so! Isn't summer just around the corner? Please tell me that it is!

If not, I just comfort-shopped these earrings from shinylux's Etsy-shop. You like? I really think that if I was loaded, I buy all of Etsy. Well, not all of it, probably, but jeez, there are just so many things I like! Obviously, there's a lot of crap on there as well, just like on eBay, but still...

Oh, by the way, for the Danes; if you miss your daily dose of Rocky (the comic, not the movies, obviously) now that Politiken has cancelled it (the bastards - as if WulffMorgenthaler is anywhere near as funny), you can read it in Swedish at Dagens Nyheter's site or at Rocky's own site where you can also buy T-shirts. I'd kinda like a Rocky-tee, I just don't really know if I'm too keen on one that just has a comic strip on it - but if I were to choose a strip to get printed, it would have to be this one - becoming misty-eyed when your mobile suggests swear words when you're texting - who doesn't know that feeling?

And sorry if there are some copyright issues here. I'll delete it if Martin Kellerman or his big-shot lawyer tells me to and I promise that I tried other solutions first - well, one at least, I tried to tell the storyline, but first of all it wasn't funny and second of all I couldn't think of a proper English translation for 'spassernar'!

Ack, I'm really just blogging to procrastinate on the economics paper I have to get done by Friday. It's just so... well, not boring, but I'd still much rather be doing something else. Preferably watching TV. Or knitting pirate mittens! Well, I need them in this f***ing cold, don't I?

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Flowers, kittens and chocolate

I'm really in a foul mood right now, I can't figure out who of us hates one another more, but in any case, it's very much me v. The World. Not very practical seeing as I'm at my job right now and part of it is to at least be polite to people. And I'm just not in the f***ing mood, at all.
I can't think of a lot of reasons that my old hometown, Sønderborg, should be better than Copenhagen, but it does has some advantages. First of all, Sønderborg does not have any major football club. And when I say 'major', I mean within anything that looks like a league. That means that no club football with actual fans ever takes place i Sønderborg. Which obviously rocks.
Second of all, unlike Copenhagen, Sønderborg will never be the host of an international match. Also, the town hasn't got a single f***ing bar showing Champions League-matches.
All of this, as you can guess, reduces the amount of football fans in public to an absolute minimum, which, face it, is pure bliss.
Right now, the square in front of Copenhagen City Hall is full of annoying, noisy, goddamn leprechaun coloured and polyester-clad Northern Irish football fans and, God, do I just really hate them! And it's not that I like the Danish side better, it's just that they must be celebrating somewhere else - I saw a couple wearing crushed velvet viking helmets earlier on and I really can't think of anything that warrants a shot to the kneecaps like the combination of polyester, crushed velvet, viking helmet and a fat man with a T-shirt tucked into his trousers! I hate football fans. They really are the scum of the earth.

And if all that weren't enough, Lars Lilholt just drove by, asking whether or not we take Visa! Aaargh! Die, world, die die!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

It takes a lover

Just a couple of snippets before I go to the study hall to read some macroeconomics, ooh joy!

I don't know if you remember, but this summer a friend of mine got married. Now, her husband is Israeli and seeing as the Danish immigration laws are largely racist crap, they have to through all sorts of legal drearyness right now, when they should really just be enjoying the newlywed status. This Saturday, there's a demonstration for their, and other's, cause at Rådhuspladsen in Copenhagen. The demonstration is arranged by an organisation called Ægteskab Uden Grænser (Marriage Without Borders) and the slogan is aptly Boundless Love - aww!
Now, the thing is from 11-17, when I'm working, but you should definitely be there and receive several karmic points!

Have you seen My Fair Lady? Of course you have, I mean, Audrey Hepburn's in it and how can you not love Audrey Hepburn? Anyway, as far as I can recall, My Fair Lady features a song called Why Can't a Woman Be More Like a Man? - I don't really care about that, but why can't yoghurt be more like crème fraiche? That would be a good thing!

Lastly (ghastly), have you heard what Danish prime minister, Anders Fogh Rasmussen, is calling the protesting kindergarten teachers? "Socialists and troublemakers", that's what! I really think that's excellent and sooo funny! I mean, I didn't even know that socialists where the enemy these days, I thought it was all about Al-Quaeda and whatnot. Socialists and troublemakers... I can't even figure out whether he's gone back to pre-WWII or the Cold War.
The connection between Socialists and troublemakers is very pre-war, upper-class conservative and you could almost be fooled to think that the next thing he'll be yammering about is how the Communists are eating babies. Calling teachers Socialists, however, well, that's just so 70's! Next thing you know he'll be accusing them of indoctrinating the children to class war, "røde lejesvende", Erhard Jakobsen-style!