I know I know. A post about hair.
I've always struggled a little with my hair, because there is a lot of it, plus, like a little christmas bonus, it's curled too.
But then I started googling short curly hair hairdo's and I found a beautiful one! Well.. Awesome, really. And also red. I like red hair. Here it is. Have to scroll down a little. I love that due.
Just love it. And the colour. Love it.
Aaaaand I talk about hair.
Not that that is a bad thing or anything.
I never understood those who wanted to become something out of an anime series. Looking like children with oversized heads with oversized eyes..... It's a little bit creepy! And the plastic they are wearing to look like that, both eye and hair-wise does not look good! Nor healthy!
"Hey. I'm datin' a child! Ah feel like a manly man!"
Yeah. Texas "dialect" on that was required.
torsdag 30. desember 2010
fredag 24. desember 2010
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Merry Christmas! Finally all the presents, that I can think of, are done! No more!
...Until next year that is.
But it'll be nice to see the family again, gathered around the table, ready to devour some bird that was unfortunate enough to be born into captivity, while the fish is being served to me. Glory to the chefs. I can't wait to start cooking Christmas dinners myself >.>
Yeah. When I'm old and have my own family... Christ. Seeing myself as a standard super-mum is fucking scary. I hope that never happens. Ever.
Brrr.....
I wish we had snowmen that were able to walk around. Like Frosty. Or what's-his-face. Kalle! That's it. That would have been awesome. Could also be taken advantage of, like transportation or something. "Hello, I made my own snow-horse. It's epic to get through in traffic on this thing!"
Epic.
I would have made an unicorn. And a rhinoceros. And a pegasus. And a sleigh with some reindeer's pulling it.
I wish magic was invented.
Peace, brothers and sisters of this universe! :P
...Until next year that is.
But it'll be nice to see the family again, gathered around the table, ready to devour some bird that was unfortunate enough to be born into captivity, while the fish is being served to me. Glory to the chefs. I can't wait to start cooking Christmas dinners myself >.>
Yeah. When I'm old and have my own family... Christ. Seeing myself as a standard super-mum is fucking scary. I hope that never happens. Ever.
Brrr.....
I wish we had snowmen that were able to walk around. Like Frosty. Or what's-his-face. Kalle! That's it. That would have been awesome. Could also be taken advantage of, like transportation or something. "Hello, I made my own snow-horse. It's epic to get through in traffic on this thing!"
Epic.
I would have made an unicorn. And a rhinoceros. And a pegasus. And a sleigh with some reindeer's pulling it.
I wish magic was invented.
Peace, brothers and sisters of this universe! :P
lørdag 27. november 2010
torsdag 18. november 2010
Dear Santa.
Dear Santa.
I would really really like an iPhone.
Because they are shiny.
And I can buy a pink sparkly cover for it.
Like that one.
Oh, dear Santa if I got an iPhone I would... erm... Call people! And download fancy apps!
...Whatever they are. I would know if I had an iPhone.
So the conclusion is that I should really get an iPhone. Or a helicopter.
An unicorn works too. That poops rainbows.
Love
Maria
I would really really like an iPhone.
Because they are shiny.
And I can buy a pink sparkly cover for it.
Like that one.
Oh, dear Santa if I got an iPhone I would... erm... Call people! And download fancy apps!
...Whatever they are. I would know if I had an iPhone.
So the conclusion is that I should really get an iPhone. Or a helicopter.
An unicorn works too. That poops rainbows.
Love
Maria
søndag 7. november 2010
mandag 25. oktober 2010
Roundabout
Silent Hill is creepy. I bought origins for my psp, but I never dare to play it alone. I'm a wuss like that. I keep thinking that "Oh, fuck, Pyramid Head is around this corner!", but he isn't. Just the creepy-ass nurses. I hate them deeply, and with a passion.
I never got past the hospital either... It's too friggin' creepy.
...Stabbing their syringes at me....
It's creepy.
Pyramid Head is a scary one. Never played a game with him in it (never really want to either :S), but in the film he was the main Fucking Scary thing.
In my opinion.
Blargh.
I never got past the hospital either... It's too friggin' creepy.
...Stabbing their syringes at me....
It's creepy.
Pyramid Head is a scary one. Never played a game with him in it (never really want to either :S), but in the film he was the main Fucking Scary thing.
In my opinion.
Blargh.
lørdag 23. oktober 2010
River-picture
Thought they were pretty where they were laying in their watery grave of doom. Fresh water rivers make a pretty brown colour that looks slightly disgusting, but also pretty.
Yes.
fredag 15. oktober 2010
Just Plain Awesome.
I can't remember who sent this to me, but how awesome is it?
I'll tell you, it's mighty awesome.
I want a sign that say that. Just remove a few exclamation marks.... Don't have to exaggerate just because there is a zombie apocalypse....
I mean collected and cool is always rewarded... I think..
EDIT: Apparently it was Mike.
I'll tell you, it's mighty awesome.
I want a sign that say that. Just remove a few exclamation marks.... Don't have to exaggerate just because there is a zombie apocalypse....
I mean collected and cool is always rewarded... I think..
EDIT: Apparently it was Mike.
onsdag 13. oktober 2010
lørdag 9. oktober 2010
Oldies.
There are so many great oldies out there. Oldies that have been neglected a little.
Velvet Underground is a little neglected, in my opinion. They have corky, but great music. In case you have no idea who they are you should go into a corner, with a laptop and google them. And shame yourself. They are amazing.
Lou Reed is the singer. Not Andy Warhol. He's a pop-artist. (Pop as in the visual art, not the musical one. You all know what I bloody mean.)
Donovan is also neglected. The awesome guy who wrote about there being a mountain, but then there is no mountain and then there is..... How high must he have been when he wrote that song? It's just brilliant! In case of confusion, NO, he is NOT the football player. Ignorant bastards. He is the Scottish singer/songwriter with awesomely odd voice.
My guitar teacher at Heimtun was a big fan, in case you were wondering. He made us sing a lot of his songs. And play of course. Anyway. That's not the point. The point is that Donovan is singing an awesome song about Atlantis.
Atlantis is always a good thing.
And have a listen at "It's my life" by The Animals. It's so wonderful and 60's it's scary! Loving it!
I've probably forced you to listen to it, but... To heck with it!
Velvet Underground is a little neglected, in my opinion. They have corky, but great music. In case you have no idea who they are you should go into a corner, with a laptop and google them. And shame yourself. They are amazing.
Lou Reed is the singer. Not Andy Warhol. He's a pop-artist. (Pop as in the visual art, not the musical one. You all know what I bloody mean.)
Donovan is also neglected. The awesome guy who wrote about there being a mountain, but then there is no mountain and then there is..... How high must he have been when he wrote that song? It's just brilliant! In case of confusion, NO, he is NOT the football player. Ignorant bastards. He is the Scottish singer/songwriter with awesomely odd voice.
My guitar teacher at Heimtun was a big fan, in case you were wondering. He made us sing a lot of his songs. And play of course. Anyway. That's not the point. The point is that Donovan is singing an awesome song about Atlantis.
Atlantis is always a good thing.
And have a listen at "It's my life" by The Animals. It's so wonderful and 60's it's scary! Loving it!
I've probably forced you to listen to it, but... To heck with it!
onsdag 29. september 2010
Hacked.
I think this speak for itself.
They wrote this for the GM (Which I'm impressed were bothered to answer at all..) the bastards... Filthy hackers. May they rot.
They wrote this for the GM (Which I'm impressed were bothered to answer at all..) the bastards... Filthy hackers. May they rot.
lørdag 25. september 2010
Recipe for Making People Want to Talk to You
1) Start by greeting the person friendly.
E.g. "Hello"
Sometimes "Hello" followed up with a nice adjective/positively charged word is also appreciated.
E.g. "Hello wonderful person"
It is NOT recommended, however, to say anything negatively charged, unless you'd like to insult them.
E.g. "Hello you whiny bat, that has a compulsive need for closeness, and care about nothing except for yourself."
2) Ask "How are you?".
This is crucial to the conversation, and can also be the conversation starter. If so, and you're the one talking about how you are, be sure to ask the other person too, regardless of how little you really care.
E.g. "-How are you? -Lost my job.... How are you? -Fine thanks... And you did what?"
It is NOT recommended to ramble on with how you felt when the boss canned you, and how you were humiliated in front of everyone. There is always time for that later.
3) Be polite.
Politeness is always nice.
Say "thank you" and "please". Everyone appreciates this.
Details about your night with the steaming hot waiter/waitress is not always suitable. Of course if you're speaking to a close friend, it can be acceptable. But if this is to a friend you don't really share that much with, this can be seen as rude, and is also called "Lack of filter".
4) Say goodbye.
This is sometimes underestimated but it's very important.
If you're in the middle of a conversation, and a person suddenly never responds, you have been the victim of a "rushed exit". (The Slow and Painful one, is when the conversation stops up all together and you both log off to be polite) If you are about to make a "Rushed exit", do your conversation partner a favour, and say "Gotta go, bye" so that he or she doesn't have to sit and wait for an answer.
Be polite.
Thanks. *Bows to the applause*
E.g. "Hello"
Sometimes "Hello" followed up with a nice adjective/positively charged word is also appreciated.
E.g. "Hello wonderful person"
It is NOT recommended, however, to say anything negatively charged, unless you'd like to insult them.
E.g. "Hello you whiny bat, that has a compulsive need for closeness, and care about nothing except for yourself."
2) Ask "How are you?".
This is crucial to the conversation, and can also be the conversation starter. If so, and you're the one talking about how you are, be sure to ask the other person too, regardless of how little you really care.
E.g. "-How are you? -Lost my job.... How are you? -Fine thanks... And you did what?"
It is NOT recommended to ramble on with how you felt when the boss canned you, and how you were humiliated in front of everyone. There is always time for that later.
3) Be polite.
Politeness is always nice.
Say "thank you" and "please". Everyone appreciates this.
Details about your night with the steaming hot waiter/waitress is not always suitable. Of course if you're speaking to a close friend, it can be acceptable. But if this is to a friend you don't really share that much with, this can be seen as rude, and is also called "Lack of filter".
4) Say goodbye.
This is sometimes underestimated but it's very important.
If you're in the middle of a conversation, and a person suddenly never responds, you have been the victim of a "rushed exit". (The Slow and Painful one, is when the conversation stops up all together and you both log off to be polite) If you are about to make a "Rushed exit", do your conversation partner a favour, and say "Gotta go, bye" so that he or she doesn't have to sit and wait for an answer.
Be polite.
Thanks. *Bows to the applause*
søndag 19. september 2010
søndag 12. september 2010
Hjerteklaff cont.
Right. Here are the results of my social experiment.
Real Life hearts: Failed miserably. Forgot to make a heart-shaped thingie to show at the end of every sentence.
Online hearts: Success! ...But now people think less of me!
Reactions: One started doing writing them back, which I loved, one started writing x'es instead, and other people just stopped talking in fear of more hearts.
Overall result: Heart communication is only to be used moderately, and in crowds you've used them before. Not recommended to use in RL as it might result in strange looks, or having to explain the hand-heart shape all the time.
Conclusion: Just don't use hearts unless you are a 14 year old girl/fairy, or taking the piss. Not litterally. I mean joking. Not actual pissing.
Real Life hearts: Failed miserably. Forgot to make a heart-shaped thingie to show at the end of every sentence.
Online hearts: Success! ...But now people think less of me!
Reactions: One started doing writing them back, which I loved, one started writing x'es instead, and other people just stopped talking in fear of more hearts.
Overall result: Heart communication is only to be used moderately, and in crowds you've used them before. Not recommended to use in RL as it might result in strange looks, or having to explain the hand-heart shape all the time.
Conclusion: Just don't use hearts unless you are a 14 year old girl/fairy, or taking the piss. Not litterally. I mean joking. Not actual pissing.
Hjerteklaff.
Right. Dette er kommentarene fra min kjære søsters side på facebook. Fra et bilde.
Legg merke til at det er hjerter på hver ENESTE kommentar.
Er dette tegn på en stigende romanse? Er dette tegn på et krympende ordforråd? Er det normalt å kommunisere ved hjelp av hjerter? Er det kanskje via hjerter?
Jeg kunne ikke annet enn å legge igjen en kommentar. Mer om det senere.
Jeg skal prøve en hel dag å snakke ved hjelp av/via hjerter.
I morgen. Vel, teknisk sett, senere i dag.
Og siden dette ikke er over nettet, er jeg nødt til å improvisere litt.
Kanskje jeg skal lage et hjerte skilt?
Eller hva med å lage en hjerte-form med hendene etter hver setning?
Dette er spennende. Vil folk reagere normalt, eller vil folk se rart på meg?
Fortsettelse følger......
Her er forøvrig min kommentar for de som var nysgjerrige...:
Maria Stein Harbak: å gode kateter. Ikke den gode typen. Jeg mener den typen som hjelper deg med å tisse. Vel. Ikke bare tisse. du kan søke på det på wikipedia. egentlig har jeg gjort det alt. her er linken : http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kateter
Mitt poeng er. ...Hjerter er ikke en kommunikasjonsform! Vent. Dette skal jeg teste. På min blogg som du aldri leser.
Hjerte-kommunikasjonsform. Kanskje jeg skal prøve det ut i morra/i dag.. Jah. Det tror jeg jeg skal gjøre. Takk for ideen.
Maria Stein Harbak Den bra typen kateter er da selvfølgelig lærer kateteret.....
Jeg syntes forøvrig at jeg var kjempe morsom.
Legg merke til at det er hjerter på hver ENESTE kommentar.
- Frida Nygård jeg elsker deg stina ♥8. september kl. 12:09 · ·
Stina Harbak jeg elsker ikke deg ! ♥8. september kl. 12:20 · ·
Frida Nygård :-(<'38. september kl. 12:21 · ·- Stina Harbak :D ♥8. september kl. 12:22 · ·
- Frida Nygård ♥8. september kl. 12:22 · ·
- Stina Harbak ♥8. september kl. 12:22 · ·
Er dette tegn på en stigende romanse? Er dette tegn på et krympende ordforråd? Er det normalt å kommunisere ved hjelp av hjerter? Er det kanskje via hjerter?
Jeg kunne ikke annet enn å legge igjen en kommentar. Mer om det senere.
Jeg skal prøve en hel dag å snakke ved hjelp av/via hjerter.
I morgen. Vel, teknisk sett, senere i dag.
Og siden dette ikke er over nettet, er jeg nødt til å improvisere litt.
Kanskje jeg skal lage et hjerte skilt?
Eller hva med å lage en hjerte-form med hendene etter hver setning?
Dette er spennende. Vil folk reagere normalt, eller vil folk se rart på meg?
Fortsettelse følger......
Her er forøvrig min kommentar for de som var nysgjerrige...:
Maria Stein Harbak: å gode kateter. Ikke den gode typen. Jeg mener den typen som hjelper deg med å tisse. Vel. Ikke bare tisse. du kan søke på det på wikipedia. egentlig har jeg gjort det alt. her er linken : http://no.wikipedia.org/wi
Mitt poeng er. ...Hjerter er ikke en kommunikasjonsform! Vent. Dette skal jeg teste. På min blogg som du aldri leser.
Hjerte-kommunikasjonsform.
Jeg syntes forøvrig at jeg var kjempe morsom.
fredag 10. september 2010
Doom.
Doom is a great word.
I don't know about other people, but I always find that word funny.
Too bad it can't be used seriously any more....
If men got superpowers, one would be able to threaten someone with doom though.
Oh I wish we got superpowers.
I'd kill for a fire power that'd go BOOM somehow. Or telepathy. Or morphing. Or telekinesis. Or teleportation. Or time manipulation. Or all of them.
O ho ho ho, I'd be unstoppable!
Man we live in a boring universe.
I don't know about other people, but I always find that word funny.
Too bad it can't be used seriously any more....
If men got superpowers, one would be able to threaten someone with doom though.
Oh I wish we got superpowers.
I'd kill for a fire power that'd go BOOM somehow. Or telepathy. Or morphing. Or telekinesis. Or teleportation. Or time manipulation. Or all of them.
O ho ho ho, I'd be unstoppable!
Man we live in a boring universe.
mandag 30. august 2010
Talents
I just read a friends blog about talents. I was inspired. Forgive me, Louise.
One normally has something one is good in.
Telling stories, drawing, cooking, quick-comments, lying, singing, logical sense, stealing, acting, intelligence, etc.
After watching especially Idol, when people who are horrible at singing, really do believe they are great, getting dragged out of the room, I start to wonder why they really think they're good.
Maybe that's the thing they're good at?
What if they had nothing they were better in, and got their dreams and.. well, possibilities shattered by the judges.
How do we really know we're good at something?
Do we really need to ask permission to be good?
And how come some are good at everything, and others can't do anything?
Why are there only certain people that are allowed to judge other people's talents in, say, singing? Fine, education, but do you have to be able to sing yourself, or do you just have to know every tone and note by heart, and be able to tell whatever note they hit when they sang that song in that refrain?
Is some of it hereditary? What if everything was? What if you ended up like your parents?
*Shiver*
I dread the day I become a nurse/doctor's secretary (no offence)
I dread the day I become a teacher (no offence)
I also dread the day I become a housewife. No, I certainly hope that talents and interests aren't hereditary.
Oh god. >.<
And on a completely random note, what is sexy about nurses? Please tell me! I would really like to know!
Grey's Anatomy can suck my none-existing balls. Wiping up excrements is not sexy!
Washing a fat man's sweat off is also not sexy.
Finding symptoms, can be a little hot, but I'm pretty sure that's the DOCTORS job.
One normally has something one is good in.
Telling stories, drawing, cooking, quick-comments, lying, singing, logical sense, stealing, acting, intelligence, etc.
After watching especially Idol, when people who are horrible at singing, really do believe they are great, getting dragged out of the room, I start to wonder why they really think they're good.
Maybe that's the thing they're good at?
What if they had nothing they were better in, and got their dreams and.. well, possibilities shattered by the judges.
How do we really know we're good at something?
Do we really need to ask permission to be good?
And how come some are good at everything, and others can't do anything?
Why are there only certain people that are allowed to judge other people's talents in, say, singing? Fine, education, but do you have to be able to sing yourself, or do you just have to know every tone and note by heart, and be able to tell whatever note they hit when they sang that song in that refrain?
Is some of it hereditary? What if everything was? What if you ended up like your parents?
*Shiver*
I dread the day I become a nurse/doctor's secretary (no offence)
I dread the day I become a teacher (no offence)
I also dread the day I become a housewife. No, I certainly hope that talents and interests aren't hereditary.
Oh god. >.<
And on a completely random note, what is sexy about nurses? Please tell me! I would really like to know!
Grey's Anatomy can suck my none-existing balls. Wiping up excrements is not sexy!
Washing a fat man's sweat off is also not sexy.
Finding symptoms, can be a little hot, but I'm pretty sure that's the DOCTORS job.
tirsdag 24. august 2010
The KARATE Kid
The Karate Kid, the new film with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith, is a thorn in my side.
WHY is it called "The Karate Kid"? When is there ever karate in it? Not one single time! Non, nix, no, nada, njet, nei, nej!!! So why do they call it "The Karate Kid"?
Well that must be because of the total rip-off of the story. Can't see any other reason...
Even the leg-thing happens! ....Though an even more awesome kick....
That kick was epic.
It's a generally good movie, and makes one want to kick the closest person,
like that,
but they should honestly rethink that title..... That title killed the joy of all the kung fu in that movie. Not really.... But a little.
Peace.
WHY is it called "The Karate Kid"? When is there ever karate in it? Not one single time! Non, nix, no, nada, njet, nei, nej!!! So why do they call it "The Karate Kid"?
Well that must be because of the total rip-off of the story. Can't see any other reason...
Even the leg-thing happens! ....Though an even more awesome kick....
That kick was epic.
It's a generally good movie, and makes one want to kick the closest person,
like that,but they should honestly rethink that title..... That title killed the joy of all the kung fu in that movie. Not really.... But a little.
Peace.
fredag 20. august 2010
tirsdag 17. august 2010
Crazy factor
I really find it strange how all of a sudden you get a message from someone you just met. If you met the person through a friend for example, you hang out with them, and suddenly you get a message from that new person saying "Hi, have you got MSN?"
Hmmm, you think then. The person probably got your number from your common friend. And you send a message back with "Yes, it's Kowabunga_the_painful@hotmail.com" and fair enough, you think, that person seemed nice enough.
So when the said person gets home and adds you, the person FLOODS you with stories of the persons past as you're doing whatever you're doing on the computer.
TELLING YOUR LIFE STORY IS NOT CONSIDERED ATTRACTIVE, NOR IS IT REALLY COOL TO DUMP IT ON A NEW FRIEND!
Fair enough. after a while, life stories are more and more OK to tell, but not the first 3 times you've spoken to a person.
It's a little nutty.
And when you ask your common friend whether he or she gave your new friend your number or full name, and he/she shakes his/her head, what would go through your mind?
Honestly. It's creepy isn't it.
What would you do?
Brrrr... People freak me out.
Hmmm, you think then. The person probably got your number from your common friend. And you send a message back with "Yes, it's Kowabunga_the_painful@hotmail.com" and fair enough, you think, that person seemed nice enough.
So when the said person gets home and adds you, the person FLOODS you with stories of the persons past as you're doing whatever you're doing on the computer.
TELLING YOUR LIFE STORY IS NOT CONSIDERED ATTRACTIVE, NOR IS IT REALLY COOL TO DUMP IT ON A NEW FRIEND!
Fair enough. after a while, life stories are more and more OK to tell, but not the first 3 times you've spoken to a person.
It's a little nutty.
And when you ask your common friend whether he or she gave your new friend your number or full name, and he/she shakes his/her head, what would go through your mind?
Honestly. It's creepy isn't it.
What would you do?
Brrrr... People freak me out.
mandag 16. august 2010
Jut felt like spamming a few pretty nebula/space pictures today. I like the space. It's got loads of undiscovered planets and solar systems etc.
This is the eagle nebula. It's pretty.
And this is a pretty 3d picture of a young solar system. I think it's a protoplanetary disk.
The stellar jet is really cool, looks like rock's been ground into dust and is being shot out into space.... But it's gas... And probably some dust... And now I'm babbling and rowing....
I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO YOU!!!!!
Haha... As it is my blog... And now I'm rowing again...
OK. Signing out.....
This is the eagle nebula. It's pretty.
And this is a pretty 3d picture of a young solar system. I think it's a protoplanetary disk.
The stellar jet is really cool, looks like rock's been ground into dust and is being shot out into space.... But it's gas... And probably some dust... And now I'm babbling and rowing....
I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO YOU!!!!!
Haha... As it is my blog... And now I'm rowing again...
OK. Signing out.....
fredag 13. august 2010
Unfortunately.........
It's Friday the 13th today. Something I find funny.
So "Unfortunately" was just to throw you off. Hah!
Watch your toes and fingers, now, my little lollipops!
So "Unfortunately" was just to throw you off. Hah!
Watch your toes and fingers, now, my little lollipops!
Nr 200! W00t!
Right. Post number 200 of überness! YESS!
I would like to dedicate this very special moment to thank HP. No, you didn't go crazy, or hallucinate or anything like that. I would very much like to thank HP.
Thank you dear, sweet Hewlett Packard.
Thank you for being so delightful and brilliant that you have the nerve to do anything else than to crawl back to the customer begging them for mercy for selling them garbage. Thank you for sending me a brand new computer (that you probably would have spat in if it was a pizza....) after 3 years, with it back for repairs 5 times.
Thank you for using 2-3 months every time it was in.(To a person that enjoys being anti-social and sitting on the computer, this is fantastic.)
Thank you for wanting to repair my computer 5 times (well, technically 4, as I am being sent a new one now).
Thank you for repairing it properly every time (I am naturally referring to moveable screen. On a laptop.).
Thank you for being stubborn and won't admit that the computer was damaged from the start and only send a new item when they are able to sue you for fraud.
Thank you for generally being customer friendly, and treasuring the "three times with the same fault" rule.
Thank you for being money grubbing capitalists.
Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Right. Enough thanking for today. I almost feel emotional. Right. Here's my allegedly new computer.
Link to Komplett.no
Rubics cube is incredibly easy to forget. You stop doing it for a week or tree, and the most annoying part is completely gone. By all means, Being able to crack it is awesome, but having forgot a part is pretty annoying. But I guess it happens.
Alzheimers light.
So is French, by the way. If you're going to learn a language, learn something like... English. That's easy to remember. And pretty. And hilarious.
Right. Enough rambling for today.
I would like to dedicate this very special moment to thank HP. No, you didn't go crazy, or hallucinate or anything like that. I would very much like to thank HP.
Thank you dear, sweet Hewlett Packard.
Thank you for being so delightful and brilliant that you have the nerve to do anything else than to crawl back to the customer begging them for mercy for selling them garbage. Thank you for sending me a brand new computer (that you probably would have spat in if it was a pizza....) after 3 years, with it back for repairs 5 times.
Thank you for using 2-3 months every time it was in.(To a person that enjoys being anti-social and sitting on the computer, this is fantastic.)
Thank you for wanting to repair my computer 5 times (well, technically 4, as I am being sent a new one now).
Thank you for repairing it properly every time (I am naturally referring to moveable screen. On a laptop.).
Thank you for being stubborn and won't admit that the computer was damaged from the start and only send a new item when they are able to sue you for fraud.
Thank you for generally being customer friendly, and treasuring the "three times with the same fault" rule.
Thank you for being money grubbing capitalists.
Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Right. Enough thanking for today. I almost feel emotional. Right. Here's my allegedly new computer.
Link to Komplett.no
Rubics cube is incredibly easy to forget. You stop doing it for a week or tree, and the most annoying part is completely gone. By all means, Being able to crack it is awesome, but having forgot a part is pretty annoying. But I guess it happens.
Alzheimers light.
So is French, by the way. If you're going to learn a language, learn something like... English. That's easy to remember. And pretty. And hilarious.
Right. Enough rambling for today.
onsdag 11. august 2010
Right on!
When I grow up, I would like someone who'll be there, when I click my fingers, with a car or some sort of a vehicle to drive away in. With my pride intact. Oh yeah.
"I do NOT want to give you money!" *clicks finger and person comes driving with a car, I enter and leave the person asking for money awestruck.*
I just love that scenario.
Love it.
"I do NOT want to give you money!" *clicks finger and person comes driving with a car, I enter and leave the person asking for money awestruck.*
I just love that scenario.
Love it.
mandag 2. august 2010
Computer trouble
I returned my computer for the 5th time today.
I am not pleased.
Maybe I could sue HP for fraud and live happily ever after on the money I get from them? Or as any realist would say: "They would kill you in there."
I really don't like realists. Let us dreamers dream, for crying out loud. Who cares what will really happen... You are entiteled to have hopes. And not everything is as realists foresee them. So fuck the hell off, and let us dreamers be. We might not end up as successful as you, but on the other hand, we might end up even better! I would like to say to every realist out there (though I doubt there really are any) that you are entitled to your opinion, but please don't force it on people. Don't crush peoples dreams by adding logic to it. We are partially aware of the chance that stuff might happen, but we don't really care. Trying is good, as a friend pointed out to me.
With that said, I would like to say take care, and see you when my computer is back.
Have fun.
I am not pleased.
Maybe I could sue HP for fraud and live happily ever after on the money I get from them? Or as any realist would say: "They would kill you in there."
I really don't like realists. Let us dreamers dream, for crying out loud. Who cares what will really happen... You are entiteled to have hopes. And not everything is as realists foresee them. So fuck the hell off, and let us dreamers be. We might not end up as successful as you, but on the other hand, we might end up even better! I would like to say to every realist out there (though I doubt there really are any) that you are entitled to your opinion, but please don't force it on people. Don't crush peoples dreams by adding logic to it. We are partially aware of the chance that stuff might happen, but we don't really care. Trying is good, as a friend pointed out to me.
With that said, I would like to say take care, and see you when my computer is back.
Have fun.
fredag 30. juli 2010
Sir Hoppalot de Filliberg
When I grow up, I would like to be knighted. And have strange tea parties with people, and wear strange-looking wigs and hats, with funny tea cups by a huuuge table, and people sitting on the far end opposite to each other. Though as they are tea parties people will sit all over the place.... But the table is so big that you have to get the butler to get stuff for you.
Yes. And 300 butlers that do every little silly thing you tell them to...
And naturally be able to walk around in broad daylight with powdered wigs, and funny shoes. And funny costumes.
To live in a mansion with a huge garden, and to play polo with only three-legged horses, because nobody else want to them, but they make the game more interesting, so screw them in the neck. Not the horses.
Yes. And 300 butlers that do every little silly thing you tell them to...
And naturally be able to walk around in broad daylight with powdered wigs, and funny shoes. And funny costumes.
To live in a mansion with a huge garden, and to play polo with only three-legged horses, because nobody else want to them, but they make the game more interesting, so screw them in the neck. Not the horses.
mandag 26. juli 2010
Deep end
J'adore quand les gens écrire dans un autres langue, à, pour exemple, Facebook.
Simplement parce-que ont été dans un autres pays, tu est able de écrire le langue... Ce n'est pas drôle, et tu est un petite pathétique, mon ami.
Oh la la :P
And showoff is really uncool.
I love being a hypocrite.
Simplement parce-que ont été dans un autres pays, tu est able de écrire le langue... Ce n'est pas drôle, et tu est un petite pathétique, mon ami.
Oh la la :P
And showoff is really uncool.
I love being a hypocrite.
fredag 23. juli 2010
Spaced.
Woooooooosssshhhh!!!!
It's all spacey!
Like Kevin!
Kevin Spacey. He looks kinda spaced too.
Just look at him! Look at Kevin Spacey!
He's got a huge adam's apple.....
It's all spacey!
Like Kevin!
Kevin Spacey. He looks kinda spaced too.
Just look at him! Look at Kevin Spacey!
He's got a huge adam's apple.....
torsdag 22. juli 2010
Woop!
I have an advert on my page now. Maybe I'll come up with some "grunker" (slang for money) now.
Would be kinda cool if I got some for it :)
I mean free money. How cool is that!
Maybe this was some of the stuff that I shouldn't do..... Maybe Google can sue me now...
Haha, that would suck! :D
Anyway....
Have a good evening/morning/afternoon, dudes :) And click 'till you.... ehm, chick? Hah!
I love doing stuff that might be illegal....
Yes.
Peace!
Would be kinda cool if I got some for it :)
I mean free money. How cool is that!
Maybe this was some of the stuff that I shouldn't do..... Maybe Google can sue me now...
Haha, that would suck! :D
Anyway....
Have a good evening/morning/afternoon, dudes :) And click 'till you.... ehm, chick? Hah!
I love doing stuff that might be illegal....
Yes.
Peace!
onsdag 21. juli 2010
Undermine the authoretay!
My World of Warcraft account was hacked.
They have been in there many times, raping my character. She's now only an empty shell of sorrow and pain.
I'm gonna learn how to hack. And I'm gonna show those sons of bitches what happens to people with small penises.
Yes.
They have been in there many times, raping my character. She's now only an empty shell of sorrow and pain.
I'm gonna learn how to hack. And I'm gonna show those sons of bitches what happens to people with small penises.
Yes.
søndag 18. juli 2010
Crabs!
Crabs are so awesome!
My beloved friend Malene boiled us some today, and I just have to say this..:
HAHA! FUCK YOU GUYS! HAH! I ATE CRABS AND YOU DIDN'T! HAHAHA!!
LOSERS!!!
Said with love.
:P
My beloved friend Malene boiled us some today, and I just have to say this..:
HAHA! FUCK YOU GUYS! HAH! I ATE CRABS AND YOU DIDN'T! HAHAHA!!
LOSERS!!!
Said with love.
:P
tirsdag 13. juli 2010
Queue to the Moon
Something that really pisses me off....
People who don't respond to messages, no matter when they were sent.
I mean, if you have a mobile, what is the problem in checking it every once in a while?
YOU BOUGHT IT, YOU IDIOT! NOW CHECK IT!
And the excuse with "It was 7 hours ago!" is just bollocks! It's common decency to answer the wretched plastic box!
Neither is the "It was 2 minutes ago" excuse.... Which is even more annoying.
And about the moon-thing, I wish our moon was purple with green mountains. Would be awesome.
People who don't respond to messages, no matter when they were sent.
I mean, if you have a mobile, what is the problem in checking it every once in a while?
YOU BOUGHT IT, YOU IDIOT! NOW CHECK IT!
And the excuse with "It was 7 hours ago!" is just bollocks! It's common decency to answer the wretched plastic box!
Neither is the "It was 2 minutes ago" excuse.... Which is even more annoying.
And about the moon-thing, I wish our moon was purple with green mountains. Would be awesome.
søndag 11. juli 2010
Knall!
Flabbergasted is a brilliant word.
And Lassie is a very very very odd series.
And Lassie is a very very very odd series.
Look! Pretty colours!!
Pictures of Muse and Paramore.
The Paramore chick was kinda cool, she took up a girl on stage, and sang with her. I didn't take pictures of that, because I was struggling to get out from the fanatic crowd of maniacs, who queezed the poor people in front to mashed potatoes.
And when I finally freed myself, I was too happy about being in fresh air, to care about the happy little trooper, singing with the .. Ehm.. Paramore chick.
The Paramore chick was a really cool. She was really energetic... Bouncing around on the stage (those pictures are only a blur) and stuff. Was really cool.
Anyhoo: MUSE!
Look at he, the awesome!
Can only say one thing: Best. Fucking. Band.
Well... That is alive now, anyhow..... Well.. That have all their members alive...
Right. I think that was enough picture spamming for now.
And when I finally freed myself, I was too happy about being in fresh air, to care about the happy little trooper, singing with the .. Ehm.. Paramore chick.
The Paramore chick was a really cool. She was really energetic... Bouncing around on the stage (those pictures are only a blur) and stuff. Was really cool.
Anyhoo: MUSE!
Look at he, the awesome!
Can only say one thing: Best. Fucking. Band.
Well... That is alive now, anyhow..... Well.. That have all their members alive...
Right. I think that was enough picture spamming for now.
fredag 2. juli 2010
Muse at Hove
Oh my God, They were so good! And so alive, and so very not-on-the-TV :D
Will most likely post show-off pictures, to brag a little more.
THEY WERE SO AWESOME!
Wheuhhh!!
(OH yeah. Teen-blog, for the win!)
Will most likely post show-off pictures, to brag a little more.
THEY WERE SO AWESOME!
Wheuhhh!!
(OH yeah. Teen-blog, for the win!)
onsdag 23. juni 2010
Sankthans!
Yaaay, The national (no idea whether it's international, so I don't dare to claim anything that might not be true) bonfire and barbecue day! Hooray!
And my sister claims to be pregnant, which is not true. Which is good. Or I would have killed her. I would like to remind you of a wonderful Sørlands sang! That is always wonderful to remember:
And my sister claims to be pregnant, which is not true. Which is good. Or I would have killed her. I would like to remind you of a wonderful Sørlands sang! That is always wonderful to remember:
REINERT MED BEINET
Æ har seilt på alle hav, ja æ har vore på seilas,
æ har seilt så alle seil har gått i fille,
har forlist i sydatlanten, blitt slått ned i Caraças,
å ei gang blei æ nerpå eden a de ville.
På ei palmeøy i stillehavet rodde mi i land,
æ å Reinert å en kokk fra Renneville,
å mi rosla rondt på øya å beså oss liddegrann,
å plutsli blei mi anfalt a en bande ville.
I å med at denne Reinert hinka rondt på konstig bein,
va det ikkje rå å løbe fra de ville,
snart så sadsd mi der fortøya sånn til hver vår palmegrein,
å mi forsto at mi va faren rekti ille.
å kannibalane de diska opp me gryder å me kar,
me gullerøddå, kålerabi å persille,
å kokken hakka tenne, tenk han blei så bleig å rar,
å tenk teslutt begynte tårane å trille.
Du måkje sidde dær å tude, seie æ så blidt e kan,
denslags gjør nåk ikkje inntrykk på de ville,
å de ville hakje ennå lagt potetane i vann,
så du får ta ein røy å sitte ganske stille.
Ein a de svarte kunne engelsk så æ brukte han som tolk,
å så sa æ du må seie te de ville,
at som kjøtt betrakta e mi ikkje slig som andre folk,
mi e ei blanding uda hai å krokodille.
å så seie e te Reinert du må skrue beine a,
å så slenge du det ove te de ville,
å den ville skaren hylte som et opprørt tropehav,
å tenk te slutt blei skaren ganske, ganske stille.
Ja no sånt no vakje edanes, det skjønte de så klart,Yeah... It's wonderful.. No idea why this post is in English, but you know. It happens.
som kunne dele se i bede som de ville,
å det ruktes rondt på øyane det va jo ikkje rart,
at folk fra Sørlande de smage rekti ille.
tirsdag 15. juni 2010
Jenka dans
Another birthday is over and done with... Hooray..
Watching a Norwegian comedy-show by some who takes the piss... Like applying for a job at the doctors office, but not knowing anything about the job, just saying "I feel like a doctor. Yep. Yes I do.. I am a doctor in my heart.. In the depth of my soul" and suchlike... Was hilarious... And they place hidden camera inside the room where the doctors etc. sit and discuss them afterwards... It's hilarious...
Watching a Norwegian comedy-show by some who takes the piss... Like applying for a job at the doctors office, but not knowing anything about the job, just saying "I feel like a doctor. Yep. Yes I do.. I am a doctor in my heart.. In the depth of my soul" and suchlike... Was hilarious... And they place hidden camera inside the room where the doctors etc. sit and discuss them afterwards... It's hilarious...
søndag 13. juni 2010
lørdag 12. juni 2010
torsdag 10. juni 2010
Incinerated Dog Excrements
Banks suck. They say they send you a new card, but do they? No.
They are as absent minded as a squirrel on speed.
Anyhow, now I would like to see a Squirrel on speed........
Would be a fun experiment.
Slightly dangerous for the squirrel, but that is a risk I am willing to take...
They are as absent minded as a squirrel on speed.
Anyhow, now I would like to see a Squirrel on speed........
Would be a fun experiment.
Slightly dangerous for the squirrel, but that is a risk I am willing to take...
onsdag 9. juni 2010
Anthropic logic collides with Cumulus
I went to the shops today with my beloved blonde sister. It was a lovely summers day with a few clouds, and an unholy temperature.
She borrowed me money to still my cravings for crisps, and of other unhealthy stuff.
So I stepped into my flip-flops and we went on our way.
After we had bought our things, and bickered about our sisterly things, I asked her to hold the bag of crisps while I tied my shoes.
She, well meaning as she is, took the bag while I laughed maniacally.
On the way home she also told me wonderful stories, about looking to the skies, when someone told her they saw a dead bird...................
I love teasing her, my hobby number 1.
This was a tribute to that hobby.
It's wonderful.......
Hmmm... Maybe I could write this in rhymes?
Nah.... Maybe some other day...
She borrowed me money to still my cravings for crisps, and of other unhealthy stuff.
So I stepped into my flip-flops and we went on our way.
After we had bought our things, and bickered about our sisterly things, I asked her to hold the bag of crisps while I tied my shoes.
She, well meaning as she is, took the bag while I laughed maniacally.
On the way home she also told me wonderful stories, about looking to the skies, when someone told her they saw a dead bird...................
I love teasing her, my hobby number 1.
This was a tribute to that hobby.
It's wonderful.......
Hmmm... Maybe I could write this in rhymes?
Nah.... Maybe some other day...
lørdag 5. juni 2010
Superman
Hmmm.. Was kind of small... But what do you think? Should possibly get someone else than Sparkle in there, too, though, but....
Oh yeah. The Fabulous Merrymen FTW!
torsdag 3. juni 2010
Fabulous!
Just my little masterpiece... to become the temporary banner of The Fabulous Merrymen's guild site! Oh yeah!
It's temporary.... While the server is down, I can't take some proper pictures to glue in there..... So I had to improvise... With Paint.... It's awesome right? Just dazzling? Just... Fabulous?
OK I'm going to Hell....
søndag 30. mai 2010
Let's groove tonight
Is a song by B5 from Kronk's New Groove... It's horrible.
We've been watching Buffy all night.... There was this creepy ventriloquist doll in one of the episodes...... I hate those things.... If I ever see one, I will make sure it won't come to life. Ever. And that is a promise, babe.
We also wrote "100 things to do before I die" which is fun enough.... I'm currently struggling to think of number 51... Yeah.....
We've been watching Buffy all night.... There was this creepy ventriloquist doll in one of the episodes...... I hate those things.... If I ever see one, I will make sure it won't come to life. Ever. And that is a promise, babe.
We also wrote "100 things to do before I die" which is fun enough.... I'm currently struggling to think of number 51... Yeah.....
fredag 21. mai 2010
onsdag 19. mai 2010
Lennonism
Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Which reminds me... I shot with an air-gun today! It was AWESOME.
Oh yeah. And I also hit stuff!
Woohoo! :P
bragbragboastboast and some more :D
Which reminds me... I shot with an air-gun today! It was AWESOME.
Oh yeah. And I also hit stuff!
Woohoo! :P
bragbragboastboast and some more :D
mandag 17. mai 2010
Congratulation Norway!
Wheeeheeeuuu!!!!
OOOHHHHHH YEAH.
Norway's birthday!
The official ice-cream day!
Wooooohhh!!!!!!
OOOHHHHHH YEAH.
Norway's birthday!
The official ice-cream day!
Wooooohhh!!!!!!
søndag 16. mai 2010
YAAAAYYY
Tomorrow is the big day.... The day we celebrate our freedom.... The day of awesomeness and ice-cream.... The day we all know as.... 17 mai(May 17th)! That's right folks! You all suck, and we rock. We in Norway like to rub your face in with our celebration with us marching in the streets, completely ruining traffic for foreigners, and that was completely racist, and we can see our king waving his gloved hand at us with his awesome superiority. If you live in Oslo and are arsed to stand in line for ever....
Anyway...
Yaaaay! Hooray! Happy us! :P
Anyway...
Yaaaay! Hooray! Happy us! :P
mandag 10. mai 2010
torsdag 6. mai 2010
Finding Childhood
So this is a project I have. "Live like a child would, if it lived by itself"
Oh yeah. Ice-cream for breakfast.
How awesome is that!
I've been watching films all day, and some I plan to watch twice (We've all watched our favourite movies times after times after times, right?).
Stacking up on candy is also important.
This is going to be a hilarious project.
Oh yeah. Ice-cream for breakfast.
How awesome is that!
I've been watching films all day, and some I plan to watch twice (We've all watched our favourite movies times after times after times, right?).
Stacking up on candy is also important.
This is going to be a hilarious project.
tirsdag 27. april 2010
onsdag 21. april 2010
Mr Fabulous
When I was running around getting killed in the Easter Plaguelands, I found this little gem inside the chapel.
Isn't he just Fabulous? :D
I'm sure he gets the job done fabulously!
I'm sure he's just fabulous at what he's doing!
I bet he could just DIE for that hat!
..Yeah all right... I'm done :P
lørdag 17. april 2010
onsdag 14. april 2010
Lovely
I love Easter. It's my favourite.
It's a wonderful holiday with loads and loads of candy. And wonderful tastes of wonderful marzipan and chocolates and... Mmm-mmm.
The family time together is also nice, because you can be at your cabin at the sea, instead of the crummy cabin at the mountain where you're stuck in your thick winter clothes downhill in some crummy skis down a crummy hill, instead of running around in a woollen sweater, picking the few blueberries that might have sprung out, and taste lovely, and play weird board games with your family and watch stupid Easter shows :)
There's nothing like Easter.
Hope you all had a wonderful Easter. I know this is a little late, but.. Better late than never :D
It's a wonderful holiday with loads and loads of candy. And wonderful tastes of wonderful marzipan and chocolates and... Mmm-mmm.
The family time together is also nice, because you can be at your cabin at the sea, instead of the crummy cabin at the mountain where you're stuck in your thick winter clothes downhill in some crummy skis down a crummy hill, instead of running around in a woollen sweater, picking the few blueberries that might have sprung out, and taste lovely, and play weird board games with your family and watch stupid Easter shows :)
There's nothing like Easter.
Hope you all had a wonderful Easter. I know this is a little late, but.. Better late than never :D
tirsdag 13. april 2010
fredag 9. april 2010
Victories
OH YEAH!! Old world- bad boy went down yesterday. Like a candle blown out. Yeehaa!
This is a tiny little "wow, I am actually looking at him" picture :D
onsdag 31. mars 2010
Endless agony
I would like to write about something serious for a change.
This matter is really important to me, and has kept me awake many a morning.
It's the substance that drives people mad, it's the horrible thing that people flee from, it's...
HAIRSPRAY.
Yes; hairspray.
I lie there sleeping, like an innocent little bee in my bed, dreaming of rainbows and unicorns running in a field of flowers, before I think I smell something. I half-wake up, and start breathing with my mouth instead, and turn over to the other side.
OK. I definitely TASTE something now. Ewww!! What IS that?
I start hiding my face under the quilt/pillow until my lungs are about to explode, so I duck up again for some air.
I regret doing that instantly.
THE SMELL IS OVERWHELMING!
I go berserk.
I open every window in the room,
I fan with my quilt and pillow, franticly, and whatever I can get my hands on.
Naturally while I hold my breath... Wouldn't want to SMELL that crap, now would I...
Anyway, after a while, I stop. I tentatively take a whiff of the air. I really shouldn't have done that.
So I start the frantic waving again, until my arms have grown tired, and I'm blue in the face from not breathing, and I try to smell the air again. Success! You almost cannot smell it any more!
I victoriously go back to my bed, and try to go back to dreamland.... Except... There is an odd smell here..... It's just like..... OH NO!!
The bed is conveniently placed in a corner, with this very convenient wall to block out the sight of my sister sleeping in the other end. Which also blocked out fresh air!
I start some more frantic waving, before I'm not arsed any more, and go victoriously back to sleep.
Then I hear some knocking on the door.. Oh no... nonono... I..
Everything goes black...
I wake up again, and find myself, still in my pyjamas, outside in the garden.
My hands are covered in blood.
I start to panic.
What has happened?
I walk inside, to see a dreadful scene. MY FAMILY!
They are all dead!
There is some writings on the wall saying "I am Hairspray!" I start screaming, trying to wake them up, but alas. No reactions.
They smell awful. Like they have been bathed in Icky. Just like.... HAIRSPRAY.
I start freaking. Screaming like a mad-man. The hairspray... KILLED!
I stand up. Wiping my tears away and walk over to the phone. The police needs to know. The hairspray have killed!
I get them on the line, and tell them exactly what happened.
And, that's the end of that story.
I hope I can raise awareness to the hairspray matter.
That people can understand that hairspray is a real problem.
We face it every day.
Please, people. DON'T use hairspray.
It will kill.
Eventually.
This matter is really important to me, and has kept me awake many a morning.
It's the substance that drives people mad, it's the horrible thing that people flee from, it's...
HAIRSPRAY.
Yes; hairspray.
I lie there sleeping, like an innocent little bee in my bed, dreaming of rainbows and unicorns running in a field of flowers, before I think I smell something. I half-wake up, and start breathing with my mouth instead, and turn over to the other side.
OK. I definitely TASTE something now. Ewww!! What IS that?
I start hiding my face under the quilt/pillow until my lungs are about to explode, so I duck up again for some air.
I regret doing that instantly.
THE SMELL IS OVERWHELMING!
I go berserk.
I open every window in the room,
I fan with my quilt and pillow, franticly, and whatever I can get my hands on.
Naturally while I hold my breath... Wouldn't want to SMELL that crap, now would I...
Anyway, after a while, I stop. I tentatively take a whiff of the air. I really shouldn't have done that.
So I start the frantic waving again, until my arms have grown tired, and I'm blue in the face from not breathing, and I try to smell the air again. Success! You almost cannot smell it any more!
I victoriously go back to my bed, and try to go back to dreamland.... Except... There is an odd smell here..... It's just like..... OH NO!!
The bed is conveniently placed in a corner, with this very convenient wall to block out the sight of my sister sleeping in the other end. Which also blocked out fresh air!
I start some more frantic waving, before I'm not arsed any more, and go victoriously back to sleep.
Then I hear some knocking on the door.. Oh no... nonono... I..
Everything goes black...
I wake up again, and find myself, still in my pyjamas, outside in the garden.
My hands are covered in blood.
I start to panic.
What has happened?
I walk inside, to see a dreadful scene. MY FAMILY!
They are all dead!
There is some writings on the wall saying "I am Hairspray!" I start screaming, trying to wake them up, but alas. No reactions.
They smell awful. Like they have been bathed in Icky. Just like.... HAIRSPRAY.
I start freaking. Screaming like a mad-man. The hairspray... KILLED!
I stand up. Wiping my tears away and walk over to the phone. The police needs to know. The hairspray have killed!
I get them on the line, and tell them exactly what happened.
And, that's the end of that story.
I hope I can raise awareness to the hairspray matter.
That people can understand that hairspray is a real problem.
We face it every day.
Please, people. DON'T use hairspray.
It will kill.
Eventually.
søndag 28. mars 2010
Seriousness
Ooohhh... I's all serious, and stuffs in the last post! :O
We can't have that!
OK: the real story behind it is that Miss Feltin is the worried, but unmarried mother of a kidnapped 5-year-old.
She was, however married, but divorced to the man that kidnapped their child, in exchange for..... hmmmm... Fish?
Yes. Fish.
Because in all reality, they are penguins!
In a zoo!
In London.....
London Zoo, actually!
And they strive to keep their minds stimulated in their boring cages of boringness.
Yes.
This is a true story! ..I think...
We can't have that!
OK: the real story behind it is that Miss Feltin is the worried, but unmarried mother of a kidnapped 5-year-old.
She was, however married, but divorced to the man that kidnapped their child, in exchange for..... hmmmm... Fish?
Yes. Fish.
Because in all reality, they are penguins!
In a zoo!
In London.....
London Zoo, actually!
And they strive to keep their minds stimulated in their boring cages of boringness.
Yes.
This is a true story! ..I think...
The Wizard of Oz
-What did you do? Where is my daughter?
-Your daughter? Miss Feltin, I think you know where your daughter is.
-You can't do this.... It's not faire!
-Faire? Justice, is merely an illusion. You'll see your daughter when we want you to. Good day, Miss Feltin.
-Your daughter? Miss Feltin, I think you know where your daughter is.
-You can't do this.... It's not faire!
-Faire? Justice, is merely an illusion. You'll see your daughter when we want you to. Good day, Miss Feltin.
lørdag 27. mars 2010
Raiding with the L33T crowd.
We fought bravely until the very end.
But those guys were too much for us.
When will justice prevail?
onsdag 24. mars 2010
FYI
The last post was a satire about a lonely, depressed, bitter man that never had a girlfriend.
His name is George, and he likes to ski.
He is in his mid- twenties, and likes to drink wine in front of the fireplace while looking deeply into his girlfriends eyes, telling her how beautiful she is...
OK, I'm full of shit :P
Though the last post was a satire. About George. Who's in his mid-twenties. And likes to ski.
And for those who doesn't know what a satire is: WIKIPEDIA
I might not have done it correctly, but I did my best... Or at least as much as I was arsed.
His name is George, and he likes to ski.
He is in his mid- twenties, and likes to drink wine in front of the fireplace while looking deeply into his girlfriends eyes, telling her how beautiful she is...
OK, I'm full of shit :P
Though the last post was a satire. About George. Who's in his mid-twenties. And likes to ski.
And for those who doesn't know what a satire is: WIKIPEDIA
I might not have done it correctly, but I did my best... Or at least as much as I was arsed.
Spring
Yes, it's that time of the year again, when everyone is floating around on that big-ass pink cloud...
Man what a depressing time of the year this is.
Every time someone walks past you, you are being stared at for not having someone by your side, and they think "my my, this person must be really sad for still being single". And they give you that sympathetic look that only couples can give.
And when you're at the tube/metro/whatever you call it, you can see couples, shamelessly trading spit, like they're in their own private little shangri-la. Like they are the only bloody people left in the world!
Bastards.
May they rot for being so miserably happy.
Even though I still look young, and am in my best years, I still don't have to date anyone to be "complete" or anything. That pink cloud may wait till I'm done with the important stuff.
But really. What is up with that demeaning look couples give single people? It's horrible!
"We're REALLY happy, but we can see you're alone, so we feel sorry for you."
I HATE YOU!
Why do you do that? Why? Seriously, answer me!
It's like being a dog... And you're running away with your tail between your legs... And not only are you fleeing, but while you're fleeing, you get whipped, and kicked by those blistering couples that burn you with their "pity-look" of horrible anguish!
Yes.
I'm going to see my psychologist, now.
Man what a depressing time of the year this is.
Every time someone walks past you, you are being stared at for not having someone by your side, and they think "my my, this person must be really sad for still being single". And they give you that sympathetic look that only couples can give.
And when you're at the tube/metro/whatever you call it, you can see couples, shamelessly trading spit, like they're in their own private little shangri-la. Like they are the only bloody people left in the world!
Bastards.
May they rot for being so miserably happy.
Even though I still look young, and am in my best years, I still don't have to date anyone to be "complete" or anything. That pink cloud may wait till I'm done with the important stuff.
But really. What is up with that demeaning look couples give single people? It's horrible!
"We're REALLY happy, but we can see you're alone, so we feel sorry for you."
I HATE YOU!
Why do you do that? Why? Seriously, answer me!
It's like being a dog... And you're running away with your tail between your legs... And not only are you fleeing, but while you're fleeing, you get whipped, and kicked by those blistering couples that burn you with their "pity-look" of horrible anguish!
Yes.
I'm going to see my psychologist, now.
torsdag 18. mars 2010
Deprivation proclamation
I have a dream.
... Yeah... I won't pull that any further....
All glory to Martin Luther King Jr., though :)
This was just for bullshit though...
Writing a qualification-assignment-thing is boring...
... Yeah... I won't pull that any further....
All glory to Martin Luther King Jr., though :)
This was just for bullshit though...
Writing a qualification-assignment-thing is boring...
Ice hockey
Spyro.
Spyro hockey.
Spyro Ice hockey.
Spyro Ice hockey frustration.
Annoying.
Anger.
I think that was a haiku.... At least it was attempted as a haiku....
Anyway. The idiot that thought that MONKS play ice hockey was a high class donkey.
Ice hockey + Spyro = awfulness of awful doom!
It's so horrible!
And least but not last HARD. It's so fooking hard, you'll struggle to get a goal for HOURS. I swear... If I ever find the idiot that came up with the hockey thing, I'll strangle him for hours! :D
Spyro rocks, though... But not the blistering ice hockey!!!!!!!
Spyro hockey.
Spyro Ice hockey.
Spyro Ice hockey frustration.
Annoying.
Anger.
I think that was a haiku.... At least it was attempted as a haiku....
Anyway. The idiot that thought that MONKS play ice hockey was a high class donkey.
Ice hockey + Spyro = awfulness of awful doom!
It's so horrible!
And least but not last HARD. It's so fooking hard, you'll struggle to get a goal for HOURS. I swear... If I ever find the idiot that came up with the hockey thing, I'll strangle him for hours! :D
Spyro rocks, though... But not the blistering ice hockey!!!!!!!
mandag 15. mars 2010
Hard drive desert
I would like to take a minute of silence for my diseased external hard drive.
...
Thank you.
It contained many precious pictures, and wonderful films, and least but not last, Plants vs. Zombies.
I will always remember it as a cheerful and cooperative hard drive, until the day it started making sounds. The "knitsj knitsj knitsj" sound will always be with me. Like a very annoying song.
Or fleas.
Yes, this hard drive could have had a long and wonderful life, but no-one could foresee this horrible demise in any way. (Except the guy who said "salvage everything you want to keep"... Damn him.)
You will always be in my heart, my wonderful, wonderful hard drive! *sniff*
Rest in peace!
...
Thank you.
It contained many precious pictures, and wonderful films, and least but not last, Plants vs. Zombies.
I will always remember it as a cheerful and cooperative hard drive, until the day it started making sounds. The "knitsj knitsj knitsj" sound will always be with me. Like a very annoying song.
Or fleas.
Yes, this hard drive could have had a long and wonderful life, but no-one could foresee this horrible demise in any way. (Except the guy who said "salvage everything you want to keep"... Damn him.)
You will always be in my heart, my wonderful, wonderful hard drive! *sniff*
Rest in peace!
onsdag 10. mars 2010
tirsdag 9. mars 2010
Old lady alarm!!
I've taken up crochet.
So now I'm like my awesome grandmother...
Oh yes.
My masterpiece looks like something a kid would have done >.>
Something is too tight, something is too loose, and something just isn't.
Yeah... I like bragging about my awesomeness.
To be continued....
(OH NOES!) :P
So now I'm like my awesome grandmother...
Oh yes.
My masterpiece looks like something a kid would have done >.>
Something is too tight, something is too loose, and something just isn't.
Yeah... I like bragging about my awesomeness.
To be continued....
(OH NOES!) :P
søndag 7. mars 2010
fredag 5. mars 2010
Planets!
I just had to post the pictures of the wonderful planets of our solar system.
They're so pretty!
The astronomy class inspired me......
Mercury
Venus
Mars
Jupiter
Saturn
Uranus
Neptune
My personal favourite... It's so blue and perdy :P Well.. Saturn too, but that's so cliché...
I dropped the picture of the earth... We can see enough of that already...
It's really interesting to learn how planets form, and stars, etc. Mhm, mhm.
Well that's enough spamming from me...
Signing out :P
They're so pretty!
The astronomy class inspired me......
Mercury
Venus
Mars
Jupiter
Saturn
Uranus
NeptuneMy personal favourite... It's so blue and perdy :P Well.. Saturn too, but that's so cliché...
I dropped the picture of the earth... We can see enough of that already...
It's really interesting to learn how planets form, and stars, etc. Mhm, mhm.
Well that's enough spamming from me...
Signing out :P
torsdag 4. mars 2010
Finally
Like I've said to people, the flight master in Silithus has the best name in history!
Just look at it :D It's hilarious :D
Well, now you have proof.
I just love Blizzard sometimes... :P
Oh, and if you don't know what it means, you should ask your old man "Papa" and make him tell you the dirty details :P
...Ewww! I regret saying that..
Just look at it :D It's hilarious :D
Well, now you have proof.
I just love Blizzard sometimes... :P
Oh, and if you don't know what it means, you should ask your old man "Papa" and make him tell you the dirty details :P
...Ewww! I regret saying that..
onsdag 3. mars 2010
Talk about the future
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
How the fuck should I know that?
"Any thoughts for the new year?"
Do I look like I can see the future?
"Do you want to get married and have children when you get older?"
..... REALLY?
What is this fixation about the future?
Why can't we just live in the present, and do what we feel like?
Everything seems to depend on what you choose to study and want to do for work for the REST OF YOUR LIFE (If you're lucky).
I've never understood people that knew what they wanted to be when they grow up... How do they really know that that's the line of work they want? Why do they think about that when they are kids? Aren't kids supposed to be blissfully ignorant, and not understand grown-ups and their problems?
I guess not...
And what did the person that invented time think? What an idiot.
It's just numbers... Making good people stressed out of their wits...
Fair enough.. Gives us some idea on when the day is still day and night is night, etc etc...
But time is just a human concept.. Made up for us to feel more in power of what happens to the world we (believe it or not) share with other creatures...
What I know about my future, is that I'm not going to have anything with melting the poles, forcing said creatures to die. I might try and stop it.. But when I can't even reach out to my friends with this problem, I might have some troubles with it..
When I can't convince them that global warming truly is a problem, and not just "something the world does every few years or so", that makes you think.
This problem is here.
We are here.
We are supposed to deal with this problem...
Not ignore it.
I want to shout into the narrow-minded minds that they need to realize that cars aren't important. Nor is money. What will you spend your money on when the earth is ruined?
Al Gore makes a brilliant example of that in his movie.
I really admire that he took up this problem, even though he might be a little bit of a hypocrite. People listen to familiar faces.
But strangely enough, people don't listen to crowds. (All though sometimes that happens.. But to be fairly honest, it doesn't seem like that happens all too often...)
Be a vegetarian for a week.
Walk to school, or take the bus for a week.
Turn off the lights in the room you just were in, don't let the bulbs burn for nothing.
Open your mind. Stop caring about the future, care about the present, and how we prioritize.
'Nuff said.
How the fuck should I know that?
"Any thoughts for the new year?"
Do I look like I can see the future?
"Do you want to get married and have children when you get older?"
..... REALLY?
What is this fixation about the future?
Why can't we just live in the present, and do what we feel like?
Everything seems to depend on what you choose to study and want to do for work for the REST OF YOUR LIFE (If you're lucky).
I've never understood people that knew what they wanted to be when they grow up... How do they really know that that's the line of work they want? Why do they think about that when they are kids? Aren't kids supposed to be blissfully ignorant, and not understand grown-ups and their problems?
I guess not...
And what did the person that invented time think? What an idiot.
It's just numbers... Making good people stressed out of their wits...
Fair enough.. Gives us some idea on when the day is still day and night is night, etc etc...
But time is just a human concept.. Made up for us to feel more in power of what happens to the world we (believe it or not) share with other creatures...
What I know about my future, is that I'm not going to have anything with melting the poles, forcing said creatures to die. I might try and stop it.. But when I can't even reach out to my friends with this problem, I might have some troubles with it..
When I can't convince them that global warming truly is a problem, and not just "something the world does every few years or so", that makes you think.
This problem is here.
We are here.
We are supposed to deal with this problem...
Not ignore it.
I want to shout into the narrow-minded minds that they need to realize that cars aren't important. Nor is money. What will you spend your money on when the earth is ruined?
Al Gore makes a brilliant example of that in his movie.
I really admire that he took up this problem, even though he might be a little bit of a hypocrite. People listen to familiar faces.
But strangely enough, people don't listen to crowds. (All though sometimes that happens.. But to be fairly honest, it doesn't seem like that happens all too often...)
Be a vegetarian for a week.
Walk to school, or take the bus for a week.
Turn off the lights in the room you just were in, don't let the bulbs burn for nothing.
Open your mind. Stop caring about the future, care about the present, and how we prioritize.
'Nuff said.
søndag 28. februar 2010
Power of 1
I've had a great Saturday night.
I've been questing on my mage for AGES. And I've levelled, and, and...
Oh crud... I need to get a life... >.<
I've been questing on my mage for AGES. And I've levelled, and, and...
Oh crud... I need to get a life... >.<
tirsdag 16. februar 2010
Petronella De La Pip Pip
I really don't like the thought of being addicted to anything. Especially sugar.
How freaky is that?
"I need my daily dose of sugar... I need... I need sugar! Give me sugar!!"
And candy that are the ticking addiction bombs waiting to be bought by children.
Yeah. The future is probably nothing like we imagined it to be.
When it's nearing lunch break, people are shaking and can't sit still, waiting for sugar to rush through their system like a cheap corvette rushing though the streets.
And I'm sure it would even be exploited!
...I should start a firm..
And feed my employees sugar without them knowing! HAHA!
It's ingenious! That way they'll feel better while at work, and tired and miserable while at home and that way always be at work! Oh yeah! I just wonder what the big-ass firms do... That is the only thing stopping me!
:)
How freaky is that?
"I need my daily dose of sugar... I need... I need sugar! Give me sugar!!"
And candy that are the ticking addiction bombs waiting to be bought by children.
Yeah. The future is probably nothing like we imagined it to be.
When it's nearing lunch break, people are shaking and can't sit still, waiting for sugar to rush through their system like a cheap corvette rushing though the streets.
And I'm sure it would even be exploited!
...I should start a firm..
And feed my employees sugar without them knowing! HAHA!
It's ingenious! That way they'll feel better while at work, and tired and miserable while at home and that way always be at work! Oh yeah! I just wonder what the big-ass firms do... That is the only thing stopping me!
:)
fredag 12. februar 2010
onsdag 10. februar 2010
søndag 17. januar 2010
Daw-inch-i
Thanks to my wonderful friend, Carina, I can finally update this blogification.
Yes.
My computer's probably going to be at the shop for 3 months or so... It's just horrible!
Happy New Year, by the way..!
"How in Satans glorious name did you return?" So yeah.
.....
Yes....
OK, not to have anything to say in your own blog is pretty pathetic, eh?
If I ever see a sprunge-thingamajig-thingy-alien, I'll run. Or kick its ass.
...Actualy I doubt I'll be able to do that, but one can always wish...
Imaginativation of ass-kickination FTW!
Yes.
OK!
Have a happy computinating experience!
...You bastards.....
Yes.
My computer's probably going to be at the shop for 3 months or so... It's just horrible!
Happy New Year, by the way..!
"How in Satans glorious name did you return?" So yeah.
.....
Yes....
OK, not to have anything to say in your own blog is pretty pathetic, eh?
If I ever see a sprunge-thingamajig-thingy-alien, I'll run. Or kick its ass.
...Actualy I doubt I'll be able to do that, but one can always wish...
Imaginativation of ass-kickination FTW!
Yes.
OK!
Have a happy computinating experience!
...You bastards.....
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