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”
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
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORWAY! :D
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-
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.
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.
Just fell out of my couch trying to reach for my laptop on the floor. I had just gotten situated with my blue blanket and my orange pillow (yeah, I know, colour disaster, but they serve their purpose) when I realised that I hadn’t put the memory stick with the movie in the dvd-player. It was still in the laptop. On the floor. And I had just gotten comfortable.
Getting up? Pffft! Getting up is for sissies!
True story. (No, really.) Click the picture for bigger view of my crappy illustration.
(After this little adventure I had to put the memory stick in the dvd-player. But that’s another story.)
