A couplet short of a sonnet
(we're all mad here)
omg this picture needs a newly crowned candy cane usurper cackling maniacally in the background

4 months ago with 6 notes


WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO THE CANDY CANE KING yes I named your cartoon character victim
First pic reaction: Mmm, yummy Second pic reaction: O.o

4 months ago with 2 notes


When Nothingeverlost asked for a ship name for Archie/Ruby/Whale I suggested Red Frankencricket, to which Lost replied:

I have the funniest image in my head now of a little frankenstein monster cricket blushing.

So this sort of happened… :P

When Nothingeverlost asked for a ship name for Archie/Ruby/Whale I suggested Red Frankencricket, to which Lost replied:

I have the funniest image in my head now of a little frankenstein monster cricket blushing.

So this sort of happened… :P

5 months ago with 26 notes


I’ve joked about my abysmal gift wrapping skills before, but the sad thing is that I’m actually trying. :P

I’ve joked about my abysmal gift wrapping skills before, but the sad thing is that I’m actually trying. :P

7 months ago with 3 notes


stuckwithyoutubers:

consult-the-winchesters-doctor:

You had me at not crushing my boobs. 

i would probably just end up like

and that can’t be healthy

Nor comfortable. I would probably end up like this:

stuckwithyoutubers:

consult-the-winchesters-doctor:

You had me at not crushing my boobs. 

i would probably just end up like

image

and that can’t be healthy

Nor comfortable. I would probably end up like this:

10 months ago with 284,211 notes — via darkisthenight, © lucyknisley


Apparently I am amongst the 14% of the population who lacks the palmaris longus muscle. Thanks to Marbles for that frustration information.
I was also just told by my good friend Alatariel that I am a freak for starting with my tummy when I wash in the shower. According to her sister’s school book 25% start with the feet and wash their way up, and 75% start at the top and wash their way down. So I’m a part of the invisible percentage that starts in the middle.Conclusion? I’m a becial little snowflake without a palmaris longus muscle and a very clean tummy.PS: I may have gone a little overboard with the arrows and explanations.PSS: For the record I do not actually shower with a rubber duckie. (But that’s only because I don’t have one.)PPPS: Apparently I cannot spell “PPS” 

Apparently I am amongst the 14% of the population who lacks the palmaris longus muscle. Thanks to Marbles for that frustration information.

I was also just told by my good friend Alatariel that I am a freak for starting with my tummy when I wash in the shower. According to her sister’s school book 25% start with the feet and wash their way up, and 75% start at the top and wash their way down. So I’m a part of the invisible percentage that starts in the middle.

Conclusion? I’m a becial little snowflake without a palmaris longus muscle and a very clean tummy.

PS: I may have gone a little overboard with the arrows and explanations.

PSS: For the record I do not actually shower with a rubber duckie. (But that’s only because I don’t have one.)

PPPS: Apparently I cannot spell “PPS” 

1 year ago with 5 notes


The Communists are about to invade the fun house, so I’m using this opportunity to drink as much carbonated sugary drinks as possible before they get here. It’s a fine line, because if I get the timing wrong I will get really sick - for some cruel reason my body craves sugar something fierce during “invasion time”, but it also makes the cramps ten times worse… But judging from the intensity of the sugar cravings and the pain in my back I’m not quite at that stage yet.
So! Coca-Cola and Irn Bru FTW! :D Cheers!
PS: This comes under the category of “Too much information”, I know, I’m sorry. :P

The Communists are about to invade the fun house, so I’m using this opportunity to drink as much carbonated sugary drinks as possible before they get here. It’s a fine line, because if I get the timing wrong I will get really sick - for some cruel reason my body craves sugar something fierce during “invasion time”, but it also makes the cramps ten times worse… But judging from the intensity of the sugar cravings and the pain in my back I’m not quite at that stage yet.

So! Coca-Cola and Irn Bru FTW! :D Cheers!

PS: This comes under the category of “Too much information”, I know, I’m sorry. :P

1 year ago with 2 notes


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORWAY! :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORWAY! :D

1 year ago with 5 notes


I just had a disturbingly clear mental image of my future autopsy report…Cause of death: Bizarre shoelace accident

I just had a disturbingly clear mental image of my future autopsy report…

Cause of death: Bizarre shoelace accident



Just finished Easter dinner. In our house we eat the same thing as we do on Christmas Eve, which is pinnekjøt, puréed rutabaga, Sauerkraut and potatoes. It varies which day, but we always eat it once during Easter. It’s as traditional as we get in our house.
Like I said, just finished Easter dinner. And true to form and true to tradition, my mom served akevitt to the meal. My mom is really fond of akevitt. I’m not. But it’s tradition, y’know. At least in our house. It’s tradition to get a shot of akevitt before a pinnekjøt meal, and then mom will refill the glasses as needed during the meal. This is not a problem, usually, ‘cause, y’know, tradition: I’ve been served a shot of akevitt to pinnekjøt since I was like twelve. (Though, back then, I must stress, mom did not refill my glass. Just one shot, and she claimed it was medicinal. Which it is, I guess, since akevitt is made of caraway, which is very good for the tummy when you’re eating heavy, greasy food. It’s forced drinking, sure, but in a nice way. If there is such a thing.)
Aaaanyway, my point (yes, I do have one) is that I slept late today and did therefore not bother to eat breakfast before dinner. And I had the traditional shot of akevitt before the meal… on an empty stomach. And now I’m old enough for mom to refill my glass without qualms. So now my head is feeling… well, heady, and when I rose to get the phone just now I actually swayed.
… It’s pathetic that it doesn’t take more alcohol to make me tipsy. -groans-

Just finished Easter dinner. In our house we eat the same thing as we do on Christmas Eve, which is pinnekjøt, puréed rutabaga, Sauerkraut and potatoes. It varies which day, but we always eat it once during Easter. It’s as traditional as we get in our house.

Like I said, just finished Easter dinner. And true to form and true to tradition, my mom served akevitt to the meal. My mom is really fond of akevitt. I’m not. But it’s tradition, y’know. At least in our house. It’s tradition to get a shot of akevitt before a pinnekjøt meal, and then mom will refill the glasses as needed during the meal. This is not a problem, usually, ‘cause, y’know, tradition: I’ve been served a shot of akevitt to pinnekjøt since I was like twelve. (Though, back then, I must stress, mom did not refill my glass. Just one shot, and she claimed it was medicinal. Which it is, I guess, since akevitt is made of caraway, which is very good for the tummy when you’re eating heavy, greasy food. It’s forced drinking, sure, but in a nice way. If there is such a thing.)

Aaaanyway, my point (yes, I do have one) is that I slept late today and did therefore not bother to eat breakfast before dinner. And I had the traditional shot of akevitt before the meal… on an empty stomach. And now I’m old enough for mom to refill my glass without qualms. So now my head is feeling… well, heady, and when I rose to get the phone just now I actually swayed.

… It’s pathetic that it doesn’t take more alcohol to make me tipsy. -groans-

2 years ago with 1 note


Exactly one year ago today I started this blog with a quote by James Stewart as Elwood P. Dowd:"Well, I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years, doctor, and I’m happy to state I finally won out over it." With that quote I wanted to state the purpose of this blog, and lay in the course it was to follow. Here I’ve tried to not let reality come too close, and instead tried to celebrate imagination, silliness and make-believe - and for the most part I feel I’ve succeeded. The few times when reality managed to break the boundaries and seep into my blog - most notably the Utøya attacks and more recently the loss of my darling boy Tam - this blog, as well as tumblr in general and the people I follow in particular, have helped me regain my equilibrium. (And helped me waste hours and hours and hours in a most delightful, though at times frustrating, way.) So I wanted to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart and from the deepest reaches of my imagination: Thank you. Here’s to another year, and many more.PS: I’m all out of party hats, which is why I’m wearing my knitted cap with ear flaps in the picture.PPS: The cake is a seven-layer Jimbalian fudge cake with icing made of pureed l’maki nuts. In case you were wondering.

Exactly one year ago today I started this blog with a quote by James Stewart as Elwood P. Dowd:

"Well, I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years, doctor, and I’m happy to state I finally won out over it." 

With that quote I wanted to state the purpose of this blog, and lay in the course it was to follow. Here I’ve tried to not let reality come too close, and instead tried to celebrate imagination, silliness and make-believe - and for the most part I feel I’ve succeeded. The few times when reality managed to break the boundaries and seep into my blog - most notably the Utøya attacks and more recently the loss of my darling boy Tam - this blog, as well as tumblr in general and the people I follow in particular, have helped me regain my equilibrium. (And helped me waste hours and hours and hours in a most delightful, though at times frustrating, way.)

So I wanted to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart and from the deepest reaches of my imagination: Thank you. Here’s to another year, and many more.

PS: I’m all out of party hats, which is why I’m wearing my knitted cap with ear flaps in the picture.

PPS: The cake is a seven-layer Jimbalian fudge cake with icing made of pureed l’maki nuts. In case you were wondering.

2 years ago with 3 notes


I just caught a wasp in our living room. A fucking wasp. In JANUARY. Must have hibernated or something somewhere inside. I do not like wasps. I do not like wasps in winter. I don’t like wasps in summer. I do not like wasps at all. (Sam I am.)
I tried to take a picture of it with my mobile, but the camera on it is all kinds of crappy, so it was just a black and yellow kind of blur, made even blurrier by the glass I trapped it under. So I drew it for you guys. It looked exactly like that, only not at all.

I just caught a wasp in our living room. A fucking wasp. In JANUARY. Must have hibernated or something somewhere inside. I do not like wasps. I do not like wasps in winter. I don’t like wasps in summer. I do not like wasps at all. (Sam I am.)

I tried to take a picture of it with my mobile, but the camera on it is all kinds of crappy, so it was just a black and yellow kind of blur, made even blurrier by the glass I trapped it under. So I drew it for you guys. It looked exactly like that, only not at all.

2 years ago with 5 notes