Mizz Understood

Eddie Izzard- Do you have a Flag?

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 22:45:00 +0000

And now to something completely ... new, on this blog :)

Mizz Understood on a new trip! Blogdate this!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:07:00 +0000

Okay guys, I’m back on updating the blog again!! :) Thou with a few minor changes to the whole theme-thing (did I ever have a theme? -and- can changes be minor of they change the whole picture?).

The blog will still be loaded with various crap, observations, weird goofy stuff or weird goofy, or goofy, or stuff, sarcastic, ironic, sweet (without the princesses and pink butterflies - unless their pinned up on a black wall). Aaah, why don’t I just give you a taste of what I mean instead:

WEIRD but REAL STUFF:

You may ask yourself… if the wife gets pregnant, would they be twins then??
http://youtube.com/watch?v=rCMsKjUeLNU

(oh my mistake, just learned from the clip that the wife can’t get pregnant… Handy to have a husband that can, huh?!)

SARCASME:

When the (Western and US) world still treats other places in the world with zero-respect - basically for not being us, the 3rd world have to use what they got and implement it to something we may understand. So. Understand this:

MISS LANDMINE

Yes, some of the contestants are missing a leg – and it’s not a manipulated picture for your attention.

NEW WORLD IDEAS – Use yourself!

This Dane have sold his arm for commercial-spot – with the slogan “Publicity that hits you and goes under your skin”. Damn right..
See his white arm here:
http://www.urban.dk/article/20080402/danmark/704030014/

And much more to come. So watch this space? Alright, but then just pass by sometimes, updates may happen more often ;)

You know you're addicted to Facebook when...

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 23:31:00 +0000

Just a post for a link with about 55 points that proves whether you are addicted to Facebook or not.

Yes yes then, let me be the first one so. Sigh. Right ok. My real name is Christina (yes, it's not 'Fashionable Swedish Hot Chick Red Leather Suit Wonder Woman' ...I'm from Denmark, and so what??). Anyway, just blew the cover, but I do consider you as my nearest friends, and yes all 56 of you - …didn’t you check out my Supalatives-appl.??

I’m not too addicted (lie), but maybe, I said maybe, I may have nodded at two or three of the points on the list.
...click-here-to-get-to-the-link!-you-know-you-want-to-…just -to-proof-to-yourself-that-you’re-obviously-NOT-addicted-tsss-as-a-matter-of-fact-you-just-have- to-check-the-list-now-as-it’s-actually-just-that-ridiculous-to-you-at-all. Well, I just did it.

And to the rest of you, I am officially declaring:

POKE-WAAAAR!!!

YOU-'UNAPPROACHABLE-DUDES-EVEN-SHOULD-YOU-BE-SITTING-ACROSS-THE-ROOM-I-STILL-CAN'T-
REACH-WITH-MY-FINGER-COS-IF-I-COULD!-I’D-BE-POKING-EVERYONE-LIKE-HELL'-PPL!! And take THAT with a Long Island Ice-tea - and sumo-bear in a pink tricot as a pressie cos it’s so cute…! HAH!

(I don’t get out enough...and-and-and, I’ll tell NO ONE what number will be on the next birthday-card of mine, thou as you know, my very favourite friends, I do remain 21 forever, and definitely always on the net… It’s called online-profile-care, and there's actually a company out there – so is what I've heard – that can help you on how to care of your own online profile(s).

Ok ppl, heading in soon – just have to throw some chickens around first =D !! High-fiiiiive!

DK-1407 Christiania

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 10:54:00 +0000

I just came across a bill from ‘Spiseloppen’ - one of Denmark’s most popular restaurant’s. Famous for it’s location, known for it’s high quality, and adored for its low prices.
Location: Christiania
Guests: Usually Spiseloppen host international meeting-dinners. Often you will see politicians, actors, bank directors etc enjoying a menu here. Which the common people can’t comprehend really well, because of the location of the restaurant. I.e. Christiania. And yes, you are indeed allowed to smoke more than just cigarettes. Convenient huh? Smoke, munchies, order, eat! Well yeah, remind you, you are outside the EU when you step into Christiania. Smoking prohibited?? I don’t think so.
Ironically it’s the same politicians who wants to close down Christiania “No one knows about it, no one comes to visit Denmark for the sake of Christiania, the houses are ugly and childish looking - and besides (and this is their actual issue), the location is excellent for high quality apartments where all apartments should be penthouses!” - “Hey! I vote for you Mr Magic Man!! if you can make my basement into a penthouse on a bunch of dead hippies…sure!”
Nah, it’s just sad. Taking down a piece of culture of this size, that meant so much too so many, and still does. That proves the human ability that we people can live in harmonic diversity, accepted like the sugar in my tea, and most important to share the environment no matter who you are – you will always be welcome. But I suppose it’s not without reason H.C. Andersen wrote “The Emperor's New Suit”…

There’s much and much to be said about Christiania, definitely. But I’m just posting this cos I’ve found out today that Christiania actually got it’s own postal number!! I’ve been hanging around this place since age 14 and never knew this (oh yes, OMG!!) …
Bottom-line thou, someone accepted Christiania once a time ago, and one can only hope that these kind of people will never die between the common who believed in seeing 'the new suit of the emperor'.

1407 Christiania. Cool, I like that.

Wondering…naaaah, 1500 Christina?? Huh? ... ;))

Entering and Leaving Christiania - as the sign looks like today

Hunted by a pink lady on a Wednesday morning

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:40:00 +0000

I had another easy morning this morning. Like most of my mornings actually. I do take my time – and ppl who lived with me knows this – and all bosses I’ve ever had knows this too, but that’s not the point I wanna make with this post. So!

I woke up slowly again this morning, snoozing 6 times minimum. Opened one eye, checking environment, closing it again, sending confirmation to my brain that it is indeed morning, and opened both eyes (no real point in exaggerating in case it had still been night, right, on the other hand thou it is extremely rare I set the alarm for midnight…But anyhoo!).

You know mornings were you feel refreshed and ready for a new day, and you start moving your body with no exaggerated moves, on the way out of the bed? Me too, well till… MWAAAARAGH!!! WHAT. THE. BLOODY. FCK!??? Screaming as if 3 big fat Vikings were jumping up and down on my back like I was some sort of have-to-die-now-I’m-obviously-dinner! Oh, ARGH the pain! Those fuckers! I moved slowly out of bed, real slow. Wow, did I feel pathetic, - haven’t even reached my 30ies yet, but felt like 78, at least!

Anyway. Rest of the morning went with caution. Just caution. Slowly, with every move well-considered. I had been driving back from Belgium, which was a very nice ride in itself, but God a good advice is to stop and stretch once in a while, or arrange an appointment with your favorite masseuse beforehand for your arrival if you do need to drive 180 an hour 4 hours in a row…. (well, ask me, it was still worth it).

Anyway, I manage to get that far to get out the door that morning, even in time. However, the walk down to the metro took twice the time, so I wrote my boss that I was late and why I was late, only to get the reply; “Enjoy it now, it will only get worse with time..” …’enjoy it!???’ I’m telling you, if you see me in the gym, then MOVE AWAY FROM THE TREADMILL, ITS MINE!

I walked like a duck, and looked like an idiot on the way to the metro. Only concentrating on ‘keep on walking, just, keep on walking’. I came down the main street, and usually not far from there, I have to turn down a little street a little later on and then I would be at the metro. But now this was pretty far with this ugly-duckling walk I had going on. Till I spotted a personality dressed in complete pink with a big white fluffy hat walking towards me. This I could live with taking my own little walk into consideration, but the fact that she had a microphone in her hand and a dude walking behind her with a massive camera got me immediate suspicious. In instant denial about my walk I looked around hoping to see fellow Homo sapiens on same path as me, but there was no one. The freak team was heading towards me. Shit. Shit shit, oh do I now HATE election time! (election on in DK). If I speeded up, I would have about 40% chance to get down that little street. As a duckling having a bit too many red bulls I ran down the street as they approached me. I came closer to them. Why did they HAVE TO walk this way, on this direction and on my time of the morning!!? The red lamp on the camera went on. Only command in my head was “Run Forest, run!”, and swear I did. Wriggling my unfeathered behind like it was life and death I approached pink lady whose eyes got bigger, and slowly her mouth opened shaping a word. And all I was looking at was the corner. The corner. The corner that was going to save me and this. I was a meter from the corner as her first word came out. 6 steps more and I was there. I gave it high speed imagining life with coffee’s where it was strictly caffeine mixed with bit of water and a tons of sugar. No beans. No beans. Caffeine, just caffeine. She noticed I wasn’t interested as my shoulder-showing walk started (had to save myself), and there it was. The corner! I came around it. Safe!!! You fckers! Save your questions for another idiot! And oh dear I hope you are SO gonna delete that part in your editing!

Jeeez, what they don’t do now for a few extra votes today!?? …or was that for a kiddie’s telly by the way…? ...

Laziness = Effectiveness!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 10:14:00 +0000

Bit of Wednesday afternoon philisophy...

Laziness is to do it right the first time

And also, is it a source to innovation and progress

And proving the point of the philisophy, I've found a Winner of "Laziness IS a source for innovation"... Here's "The Armchair Cruiser"!!!

this is surely a lazy man's idea...
"Woman! Beer!" He claims
"Who the hell do you think you are!?? Go get them yourself!!!" She replies
"Oh-Kaaaaaay" he replies with a biiiiig smile....
-buzzzzzzzzz-

"The songs that make sharks frisky"

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 22:03:00 +0000

No. Sorry guys. It's not 'sharks' as in 'dangerous women'. Although, there might be a notable ..'wavering' lesson in this peculiar story...

from the Daily Mail, 7th August 2007

"They might have a reputation as being fearsome killing machines but scientists have discovered that even the ocean's ultimate predator appreciates a decent tune.
A new study by German scientists has discovered that playing certain music to sharks gets them in the mood for mating.

Five Sea Life aquariums in Germany took part in a project to try and encourage their sharks to mate after a worrying reduction in the number of shark offspring.

Now after four weeks and two hours a day of different songs being beamed int othe aquarium the novel approach has had, erm, a positive effect on the shark's libido.

"We tried everything else and it didn't work, so we tried a new approach," said a spokesperson for the aquariums.
"It has been tried with pandas and primates and it worked with them as well, so why not sharks?"

It is doubtful whether the female sharks will be quite so chuffed with the success of the new musical technique.

When sharks mate, the male pursues the female shark and bites her fins.

The top five songs to put sharks in a romantic mood were:

Salt'n Pepa -Push It
Joe Cocker - You Can Leave Your Hat On
James Last - Traumschiff (German version of Love Boat)
Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body
Bob Marley - No Woman, No Cry "

source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/technology/technology.html?in_article_id=473810&in_page_id=1965

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Yes!? You noted it too!?? Haha, I think the sharks are way more ahead than we thought.. Come on, WHEN is it exactly you hear German version's of any song...?? -I'll let the comment swim around here-

Although I have to say that that's an alright taste for music considering it was probably the first time they tried out a juke-box "hey Bob, have another seastar? I wanna hear Madonna's Like A Virgin!"

...So? An alternative way to save the world??
Could be fun though... :)

Private - My Secret Lover

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 19:15:00 +0000

Yes, you are right, what's up with all this music now??
But I have fallen for this one. Oh sigh :)
Thou pretty ironic as well since I was born anti-80'ies. But for some reason, 'My Secret Lover' makes me wanna hit that club-floor and show off my coolest boogie-moves (may I have any..).

'Private' is a new Danish group, and their debut-album "My Secret Lover" went straight into the boogie-heart I didn't even know I had!

All groove to the Saturday! :)

The Chemical Brothers - The Salmon Dance

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 09:48:00 +0000

Only discovered this video a little week ago... And of course, woman as I can be (or maybe just am?) I find this video super sweet :)
Nice beats, cute tunes and happy non-important lyrics - just how I like it :)
Aaaaaaawe...

Hey! And YOU have a super sweet weekend too, with lots of happy beats :)

(yeah, I'm just in that sunny Friday mood today :))

The Trentemøller Chronicles

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 16:51:00 +0000

For all you day-dreamers out there - Trentemøller is out with his second album "The Trentemøller Chronicles" – which, for my musical pleasure and as a fan, is a double album!*

* yes yes, here she goes again – for us old-fashioned ppl who still enjoys a walk to the music-shop, a flick throu multiplied diverse art-works like you’ll find nowhere else..., the touch of a cover and the good read of details for each track... just for that alone I couldn’t even bother copying.

Chronicles is a personal selection of songs and remixes from 2003-2007, featuring rare material – stuff that’s only been available on vinyl or compilations, as well as special re-edits.

CD1 is his personal dreamy tunes, as we know him, the serious and interesting electronica-man. Some old, but new stuff too worth to be listened to.
CD2 is a blend of remixes – including Royksopp’s What Else Is there (which I’ve been waiting for at least 6 months now, right Tordenskjold??). Otherwise, CD2 is more techno-related for the club-scene I would say, but you’re not missing out on the touch that gave him that unique rep.

The album was released today, and of course I need many more hours with this man - But I can't help wondering how my dreams would sound like if I told him one...

My two Charlie's Angel's in techno!? I am convinced you would find him interesting - Next mad party up I'll bring him for the warm-up :))

Superman is in Romania!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 11:50:00 +0000

...And I’m like, maybe he’s there to beat up Dracula!???

http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_2517321.html
http://www.shortnews.com/start.cfm?id=65119

What we are

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 08:05:00 +0000

Ehm, self-explanatory...

The irony of melting ice

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:35:00 +0000

Lots of the inhabitants of planet Earth - mostly those with a TV-set or radio - must be aware by now that the society around us can agree on Greenland is melting – amongst lots of other significant nature events going on currently. And it’s melting fast. Or. Slower than first thought. Or. Well, depends on who you ask really, but nevertheless they will all say - it’s melting. So I stick to that. How fast or slow or if it’s suppose to or not, I’m not going to have an opinion on at the moment, cos I really wouldn’t know. But. It’s melting.

Some few inhabitants believe that it’s a natural part of ‘the way of the world and its time’. And the rest supports the fact of human interference in climate changes, i.e. we are the ones to blame on the all-life-threatening Co2-emissions, the hole in the ozone, volcano’s, tornado's? Why not? Anyway.

What I don’t really get is when the experts say that the ice is melting because of the Co2-emissions, and wherefore about a million experts and their assistants travels to Greenland to ‘check the ice’ and how fast it’s melting. Right. Ok.
And how do they get there? By plane.
The only thing I know about planes is that they are some of the daily heaviest transports to emit Co2.

Why not a send one team to Greenland... ...Hmmm ok (getting an idea here), or a team or teams, consisting of an expert from each... Haha, no-no-no ok Hippie-Chris jumping out of her closet here imaging a team/teams of one expert pr country – non-governmental and non-economic controlled experts – but ok, LOL! ‘flower-power to the world bro’s and sis!’.
But a team/teams of the number of experts that may be needed. Leave them there. Let them do the controlling, taking the tests, do reports etc. Change team-members occasionally if needed. And let Greenland die in peace! Dammit.

And Eskimo’s didn’t even know the world was that full of …people as they have now come to realise over the last 5 years - having tourist-shops popping up everywhere, 7eleven’s and Starbucks.

I’m just wondering; each time someone says ‘Greenland is melting’ – most of us go; Yes, we know that. But experts go; Uh? Again!? I better set a team and go check…

And meanwhile you sit back and wonder about their preaches about Co2-emissions, climate changes, human behaviour, YOUR fault to all of this - while the same priests travel like never before.

Finally they make reports. Inaccessible reports for the private person. However it is the same person that is told to change habits. …but make up your own reports to find out how, when and where to do your own private action. Go to Greenland. Seems to be the place with the secrets of the world (yes. no. it's no longer the pyramids - get in the game will ya??)

Terror targets! Get them here! FOR FREE!!!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:30:00 +0000

Sometimes you really wonder what is going on in the world, especially when it comes to politics and the media (and what’s the news in that??)

Fashionable political trend is that ‘you have to blend with the young ones and stay upbeat with the way of the world.
Right right, but sometimes the politician may be a bit too eager to be the uncrown king of the 'cool and trendy society' and they do what they can to have their part of the upbeat society - thou it sometimes seems that they're having a lack of understanding the same...
Copenhagen commune has signed an agreement with MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology) to create a digital map over Copenhagen where all citizens with their mobile's on will be seen as small read dots moving around on a screen having internet access.
Aim? Ehm…unclear for the moment actually. But does look like a handy tool for real estate sellers to see where shopper's shop (they could ask me or any of my other 500.000 fellow-shoppers), and for taxi-drivers to see where 'the crowd is' (unknown to the rest of the world perhaps, but there's not even enough taxis in Copenhagen in the first place, they definitely already know where to pick up people besides the airport...).
Futuristically you would be able to follow traffic jams etc, view crowds at big events (concerts, football matches, etc) too.
Ehm but... no. I still don’t get it…

Ow ok! Perhaps....? Hmmm. Sure, why not? Think I may getting this afterall... Right, so check this; Next year promo-banner on ‘Al Q.uestions own - Easy Steps to Suicidal’-site:

“Can’t find proper targets? Running out of ideas? Having a bomb and no brain? And you like to blow it all up?? Then you’ve come to the right place!
Get more than 50 body counts on the same time! Click here! (you know you want to :))
We got it all gathered for you! By one click YOU can see WHERE citizens of the entire capital are. This makes it easier for you to find your exact target(-s!!!).
No more ridiculous amounts of body counts – NOW! Get PROPER body counts by clicking here: http://senseable.mit.edu/realtimerome/sketches/index.html
or here: http://senseable.mit.edu/realtimerome/sketches/index.html - Yeah haha, it’s the same, it’s just THAT easy!!! :)
Just two points you should kindly note for your own convenience:
Note 1: Only citizens WITH mobile phones turned on will be showed on the screen – however, to compensate this, the cute red dots are moving in REAL TIME!
Note 2: Please note for your own convenience when planning an attack that the red dots moving around on the screen are the living people – with mobile phones on. We wish you luck'n'blow! :)”

Ehm. I may seem a bit ironic on this -cough- and old fashioned (as usual), but wasn’t September 11 a terror-attack? Madrid train-bombings, terror attack, as well as the London bombings, and unfortunately the list is beyond an economical package of 58 toilet paper rolls-long - only of bombings/attacks in various countries through centuries, and only categorised as terror???

Well, which – seems to be rather convenient point on any politician's agenda before elections – makes the international fight against terror popular.

The media loves the word ‘terror’. The politicians surely sits at their empty desks trying to recount their votes each time they are quoted for sentences where the word ‘terror’ involves; “Harh-harh, check me out now mama! Free votes, free wine and lots of stick-food – terror-terror-terror-buuuuurp-terror-terror-terror…”

I was watching the morning news about the bridge collapsing in Minneapolis. Horrified I looked at this bridge (that looked like a collapsed bridge – not that I’m an expert in the field thou) and first thing that came to mind was surely human to think ‘thank god, I wasn’t there or that I knew no one there either…’. Till the interviewer goes; “…and the bridge collapsed. Inspections of the bridge had been done 2 years before, and had showed no indication of the bridge to collapse ‘anytime soon’. The world is questioning another terror-attack!...”

I sure don’t know much about collapsed bridges, but I think I can recognise a terror attack when I see one, by now (- how sad is that actually!).

Not that you were convinced, it’s more a reporter’s fashion statement when they go; It could be a TERROR ATTACK!

And you know that feeling where you open yours eyes wide up starring at the bridge and think; “gosh yeah! I actually didn’t think of that!? A terror-attack!??” – a flood of hate - to be denied later - overwhelms your body and you have an instant moment of angriness and frustration; “terror… those fuckers, I’m so goddamn tired of them – I go bomb them all myself! -mumble-, in some smart non-suicidal way thou…” – starting to think that that may be quite impossible, and you just wonder why those brainless bastards don’t have ‘training-camps' where they could just 'practise' the blowing up-part?? ...

However! That morning I had a flash of max 5 seconds - till my eyes started rolling around in my head again and I had heard the word ‘terror’ for about 15 times in a 1.35 minutes-span. I took a good look at the bridge, and honestly the bridge looked like it really had, collapsed. But the media insisted on terror.

Usually I find it highly pathetic how so much gets categorised as ‘terror-attacks! Again!’. And what these people don’t realise, is that they start a fear – an angst – between the citizens, who stares and judge each other, cos the word ‘terror’ was used again, and so it’s totally ok to look degrading at your neighbors for a couple of weeks after “are you a taxi-driver, or a BOMB-driver!??”

Today’s News; “A penguin farted in an igloo. Experts claim possible terror-attack! Will this theory be overruled, the theory of an obvious attempt to attack human kind by slipping Co2-emmissons will be investigated…” (yeah, if it’s not terror, it’s pollution. What else…)

Funny how frustrated 'the world' can be about some things, and totally ignorant when it comes to other issues - and, no one asked me if I wanted to be a red dot in a real time picture!?? Haha, I think that penguin possible farted in the Mayor’s office… several times.

But honestly, WTF!? A Live digital map of a capital and all its citizens in real time!?? Or, am I just overreacting?...

I find it contradictory. They’re all worked up about death-threats the soldier’s who fought in the Iraq war is getting. They were ‘found’ by people tracing their mobiles. Hey well, why not just hand it over to them? No more hassle with hacking, download it here! For free!

“Hmm, just a thought, but say Mayor, doesn’t this get your blood all boiled up, you feel an excitement?”
“Yes James, I have to admit I do feel a tickling in my left big toe…”
“Say Mayor, have you ever seen Rat Race?? Where the overwhelming wealthy people make million-dollar bets on what they can get people to do? – ah well, hilarious, and say, we could do the same – bet on how long this city will stand from the date we launch this online target-site?”
"Ah yes. Aha yes, you are on to something. Do continue. Please. Do continue”…

Right, ok ok ok…

Let’s look at the pro/cons (mwhuahahaha) Ok. Let’s try then;

Aim: To have a better overview of the ‘traffic in the city’

Existing solution:

Highway-cams (incl. visuals on accidents, speeding’s, and can be used against crime – records number plates etc)

Metro-cams (incl. visuals on attacks, theft, etc)

Street-cams (again, incl. visual on street fights, drive-by’s, in general can be used against crime).

Super markets, post offices, banks, malls, etc…

Access to these cams; Limited access

Versus:

Digital map (incl. visuals of bunches of red dots moving around. Cars, bikes, the metro not to be defined)

Access; Public. Though requires internet…

Hmmm. Yeah. But ok. Noh. I might be a bit stupid on this one, but what exactly is the improvement, and where’s my privacy-right???

Come on, an online 24-hour digital, free map of where all citizens are exactly at that minute (even my granny has a mobile phone), sorry, but doesn’t it seem that there’s an annex missing to the so-called “fight against terror-guideline”?

“Oh excuse me to interrupt gents, but there’s no more paper in the men’s room, would you mind if I grab page 5 of the annex??”

I don't want to seem more old-fashioned than I am, but the idea of an online map of such kind doesn't talk to my logic sense - escpecially when the CPH Representation do mention that 'it should not be possible to trace individual mobile-phones'. "Ehm..Now you say 'should'? How do you mean exaclty?"
One argument to the cons-list of keeping a digital map that all it does is to view the public's private phones - is the possible terror-risk in it.
Another obvious argument in public surveillance and which shouldn't be neglected - is the act of adding size to the Big Brother. And a lot of it...

The ever lasting McBurger

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 21:13:00 +0000

"You are what you eat" - we all know that one, but...forever???

A poem for the dead deer

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 14:21:00 +0000

(there should have a been a rather interesting video this time but uploading is 'out of office' so meanwhile...)

"Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, but it's worse when they are wearing dark glasses and have streamers in their antlers because then you know they were enjoying themselves at a party when they were shot".

Ellen DeGeneres

"Loo-loo-loooooo, itssss schoo fuuun to live in this forescht! do-do-do-di-loo-HOOO..."

(...and that's how they made up yodelling, but that's another story)

I will NEVER drink again!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 22:57:00 +0000

Yeah! Festivals!!!

...I just have to take a long shower and a gooood long nap in a REAL bed, and then I shall be right back updating! So, do tune away!

Peace! :)

Monday cutting

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 22:06:00 +0000

Uhm. Nice try starting the blog again...
Well, sorry my handwriting, but apparently I have a serious problem with knives these days. Within only two weeks I managed to cut a MASSIVE part of my thumb, and I'm beyond sure about this; but with THE samurai knife!
Ok ok ok, so it was a bit of my thumb, and it healed two days after, but still!
However, today I was about doing dishes and got ehm, a bit too eager cleaning a knife apparently, and it sort of went straight into my hand.
So, well just having some typing disabilities atm...

Got some blogjects ready, so do stay tuned for your favorite crap, it will come back and poison your screen! :)

And next time you invite me over for dinner, you better make sure your baby has learned to eat with knife and fork as I will 'nick' the plastic knife! hehe, 'nick' get it!? ...oooh-k, so just keep one in spare for me please...

Jessica - the pet Hippo

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 14:05:00 +0000

...why the hell not??

Good ol' Beastie Boys and The mix-up!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 08:42:00 +0000

Bought this album last Monday. Only instrumental, very nice and good happy beats.

Thou could probably prove that Beastie Boys got a bit older over the years, which well, I suppose is just quite common to any livings of this particular planet… Nevertheless, shouldn’t be underestimated cos of that fact!

Make sure! ...to get your own copy here: Beastie Boys - The Mix-up!

(well, so, if you're old-fashioned like me, enjoying to hold it in your hands...touching the cover... Hmm, fetish? ANOTHER ONE!?)

FOOTBALL

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 08:36:00 +0000

(And don't think it's a title I will use much more often than just this one time...)

So surely a certain cycling event of 2007 is coming down on its knees as the doped sword of politics, hungry media-wolves hanky-panking >whatevaaar-just-print-MY-story<, commercialised money-tanks overbidding each other >please-print-my-logo-in-your-arse< (and sadly the more it will be overbid the further the logo has to go up in that arse...).

Call what it is, the beginning of the end of the world's toughest cycling-race, Tour de France, as we know it today - and thank fck for that. Holy my. If THAT's what sports about, I rather be sitting with a plastic spoon deep down a liter of gmf-icecream and burp away on the couch watching reruns of Winter Olympics 1975 - just for the fun of watching the fashion from those times.

But, sport is not dead. It just seems it's much better off when the media plays a positive and active part, politics stays out, and the sport itself actually becomes the logo!

Anyone who doesn't remember FC Zulu!? The 16 geeks that TV2 Zulu turned into the crappiest but surely the funniest football team in the North!? 16 guys with sleeky hair, pimples and coca cola cans growing out of their armpits, who surely never had dreamt once in their creepiest nigtmares to end up as calendar boys either, was turned into the only male football team that lost against the girls...?? Then it's fun watching sport ;)

Anyway, what was it for? Charity? Well, it did get popular enough! Fun for others to watch? Definitely. Fun for them? Njaaah, sometimes maybe - but they hung around didn't they?? Test to see if it's possible to change another persons current environment and add new active elements?? Well, perhaps. Nevertheless, it was fun watching sports, and you did secretly hope that next time they could beat the girls, cos their efforts deserved it.

Other unusual football matches could revolve around these guys, who wont play on a big football field with grass hoping that Nike will parasuit down from the tribune with a contract made of pure gold. Nope, these guys have decided not to hang around and let life pass in front of their eyes - literally - but instead play their own active role to change their lives for something better, and at least for their own better health...

Another interesting and active idea; Homeless World Cup 2007

Change of style...

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 19:02:00 +0000

Yes so I have changed the look of the blog after its holidays... (eh, certain blogs go on vacation...apparently).
And until we got used to the new look, I have found some random stuff that I just like to share. And seeming so will the stuff be from here for the future.. (like it wasn't random in the past...)

But honestly, there's a lot of wicked stuff out there that you can buy, for REAL money...
I mean, anyone having a dull bookshelf (yes yes one of those where you stop up and yawn when you pass it-kinda shelves) should definitely get hold of a set of these guys here: Possessed books

All those questions!?

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 22:10:00 +0000

God (without believing in him…or them? …is there actual more than one, or, can there be more than one, like, what if there’s one for every milky way – or one for every planet, or every single star??? Tough one, huh? Oh! Aha…maybe God knows!), everything we do usually starts with a question. Starting from early morning till the very last minute before the head hits the pillow one moment to sleep.
My very very first, usually quite rhetoric and repeated question, is ‘do I get up, or do I fry the alarm-clock?’ I answer with an almost destructive hit on the snooze-function. Of course. But nevertheless, even before I’ve opened my eyes there’s a question. Other times I’m that tired to phrase those long complicated questions, that I have to start with a more straight forward one like ‘Really??’ (followed by ‘SLAM’ with a right hand).
You get up. Wondering if your legs are up on the same time to be able to drag your body to the shower making the detour to the kitchen first putting the kettle on (hehe, the kettle, who still uses a kettle and not a boiler?). You turn on the water in the shower, and despite turning on the hot one first (and only) you ask yourself ‘why is it cold?’ or in my case ‘why is it so goddam bloody hell fcking freezing who wants to kill me, cold???’
And then you go through a day of questions:
- what am I gonna wear? How’s the weather? What would be ‘smart’ to wear in this weather? (this applies best to the population on the Northern part of the planet – or the south one, or the one on Mount Everest)
- Where’s the bread? Did I run out of bread? But I bought some? Didn’t I?? (some questions don’t go alone, and are usually answered by a flood of other questions)
- Where’s that bus? It’s late. Isn’t it? –checking the clock- it IS late! WHERE’S THAT BLOODY BUS? (frustrated questions, but still, a question)
- You’re ordering a croissant at the metro shop and again you’re overwhelmed by questions; would that be a croissant with butter? ‘no thanks’, chocolate? ‘no’, with almonds ‘noooo-Eh! Thanks. Just a regular croissant. Please’ (eyes checking the ceiling, as you’re wondering if you’re running out of time to make it…in time)
- At work you don’t only get questions from your boss, but by e-mails, phone calls…all day long. You are becoming an answer-machine kinda thing, asking yourself ‘Am I an answer-machine?’ …hmm…
- You go online thinking you need a holiday soon. Where do you wanna go? Where are you traveling from? When would you like to go? When do you wanna go back? Would you like a hotel included? Breakfast? Insurance? Lost Luggage insurance? Health insurance? Third party insurance included? Would you like a car? An elephant??? How do you pay? (please note you can’t pay cash online) (maybe next post should be about clauses…?)…work is less complicated than this…so,
- You go on to the news papers and read all the extra ordinary super inflated articles made by another eager ‘this-story-must-make-me-THE-journalist-of-the-day’-charactiristic, making you pop questions while you’re reading it; ‘why am I reading this?’
- Lunch-time; how would you like your sandwich, white bread or brown bread? Ok, what would you like inside? Salad? Tomatoes? With pickles? To go or eat here? And the coffee??
- Before end of day, you need to have the dinner-question solved…and you know, it's still not the LAST one...
And so the questions go on all day long, day in year out.

Just looked up Question on dictionary.com:
“1, a sentence in an interrogative form, addressed to someone in order to get information in reply.”
Ok, that sounds like a question alright. Doesn’t it?
Moving on to example 13 of explanations of ‘Question’:
“13. to make a question of; doubt: He questioned her sincerity.”
To what??? I’m sorry, HE questioned HER sincerity??? WTF!
…and so questions will be never ending. Obviously.

Finally, beyond many questions, we ask ourselves what’s that meaning of life?
I got an answer to that one, as a professional question-maker. Ahem, let me put this in a nice you’re-not-stupid-cos-you-wouldn’t-know kinda way, but…:
God damn answering them bloody million questions a day, is what life is about!
Now you can at least stop asking yourself that one.

And so where did I go since Christmas? Why haven’t I been here for so long? Why am I back now, not yesterday or tomorrow?
And I can ask myself, why is no one reading this anymore?...

Nite ya all…
(but am I going to bed, or did I just say nite to make you THINK I was? hmm?)

Merry Christmas!

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Mon, 25 Dec 2006 01:30:00 +0000

Current time:
Home. Couch. PJ and slippers. Supposedly looking for a bottom in this bottle (Christina taking ooone good look into the bottle, but it’s all dark, damn red wine, can’t see shite through it). Still got some to go (just opened). Didn’t drink tonight (as in I-can-empty-any-bottle-this-bar-have-to-offer-I’m-single-and-proud-punk-drunk (but granny doesn’t have a bar anymore, thou I optimistically did try to fill it up with apparent “that’s shit alcohol woman! Yerk! When I burp I can taste this crap! Where’s the beers??”-alcohol. Luckily for the others I’ve also filled the fridge with all the best Christmas beers from Carlsberg to Corsendonck)). I was also the driver of the night, and as long drinking and driving is illegal I shall keep my money in the right pocket, and obey the else very obvious rules, and nor drive down Santa and later get killed by 500 million furious parents and their kids from around the world. Either.
Anyhow moving on in current time, I'm actually having a giggle listening to ‘Last Christmas’ in German version. Interesting. “Weinacht nacht ohne dich...” I don't know - maybe it's just me, but since when did they make porn-shows in the radio, and on Christmas eve???!

Ok-ok, at least da Germans still do synchronize anything they get their hands into. Some of the world still stands.

Current mood? Excellent. Despite this German schlager played over the most popular Christmas tune in modern times I shall admit that I’m truly in the Christmas spirit, and wished that I could have spread some more of it all over the city this evening.
The hunk of a cutie (the mountain of my life) will now have to wait till the end of the night only to be thrown out of the bar at closing time without my company as I shall never arrive. I shall also miss out meeting him at all. For the first time in 12 years I’m not going out tonight. It’s totally ok. For some really bizarre reason. I’m the only one in the gang not hooked up, either with men or kids, or even pets. And I still think it’s ok?! But I do. And with this speed of bottle-bottom-searching I might be facing first time going to mom’s for the traditional Christmas-lunch tomorrow without a single hangover in the handbag.
I love Christmas. I love everything about it. Is it the presents? Is it the food (yes! For sure! I love Christmas-food, but only at Christmas)? Is it being with the family, or whatever of which can still managed to be in the same room? Is it cos everyone else I know are doing the same thing today, or these days? OR, is it, The Disney Christmas show? God, I’m stuck to the screen from 16-17 to see all these same-old-same-old clip-outs from various old and famous Disney-cartoons:
“Baf-baf! Baf-baf-baf!”
“Ey! Butchy said-a, he wants-a spaghet-ti speciale, with heavy on da meat-a-balls-a!”
“ok! ...mmm, but-a Tony! Dogs-a don’t talk!”
“Argh! But he talks-a to me-eee!”
“ok! You’re da boss-a! ...mamma-mia...”
Bella Notte, with Lady and the Tramp, and then tell me you’re not in the Christmas mood after that!?

(shit man! That sounds like 12 elephants are just about to invade my apartment at the front-door!! -immediately starring horrified in the direction of front-door-

Oh pjew, it’s my apparent heavily drunk coupled neighbors who VERY likely had a fight in the taxi back home, and they’re both fighting about being the one most upset on the other and demonstratively competing angriness by making heaviest steps on the stairways, wow, and slamming doors, uff, no agreement on who’s first to the toilet now, yerk, could get messy now for sure!.. BANG! A slamming front-door, 7 elephants leaving again (guess he lost that one!). Another slam, another 12 elephants leaving?? (she really should learn how to walk in high heals drunk!). Discussions on the street. Damn, why do I sit here with lights on?? I could have opened a window and have front-seat to a top 30 elephants fight, but now they will spot me! ...uh damn, I will never know now...: Was it the wrong size? Wasn’t she into unwrap S/M-equipment-pressie in front of parents in law anyway? She didn’t want a new kitchen-towel-set when she wished for a maid... Uf! They’re gone into a cab! ...I’ll know tomorrow. By then I’ll have the glass proper glued to the wall. It’s so cool to be single! You only get the fights your neighbor’s make, and you can even enjoy a bowl of popcorns while going “Orgh! That’s unfair! That’s not what she said! ...uff, nice come-back there! –munch-munch-

Front seat tickets babe! I’ll sell them on eBay (minus the popcorn, that’s extra) (in fact! In this sick world, that wouldn't be sick to do at all!...first thing tomorrow morning!...oh! Even better! Make a bet on the winner!!!).

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, Christmas. All I’ve learned that if I don’t expect anything (and I’m not talking about presents), I don’t get disappointed. Something that took a while to learn, but finally it shows to work. Tonight it was the family ‘leftovers’ or as I like to call us, the only Diplomats left, having our annual meeting. Great fun, great night. Just like it's written in Christmas-Tradition-rules.

We all have screwed up family’s, and we all hope that THIS year it will be different, and we all end up disappointed cos it’s not, so if you don’t expect it to be different, you wont get disappointed. That’s from someone who didn’t celebrate Christmas with nor her dad, her mom or her bro, cos that’s apparently just how it is. But I didn’t expect anything else either. Catch my drift?
Expectations are disappointments, why it makes Christmas an easily hateful season “Christmas is our ‘religion’, we love to hate it, but hey, it’s our tradition”. So true. Do we love to hate it, or do we hate to love it? I love to love it (despite the previous two options).

So with the jingle in the speakers, the screeching sleepy voice trying to sing along, the plats hidden under the ‘nissehue’ and the wanna-be drunk mind along with the flood of tiredness, I shall despite it all wish you a very merry Christmas, may it be warm and bright, at least inside (hey! That rhymes! And THAT rhymes! Wow! Wrong business dudes, I’m outta here!).
World peace!!

(this is the only time of the year where it doesn’t sound kinky. Does it?)

Stort Kys :)

Your favorite Danish nutter (and you know it!)

Walking the corridor

noreply@blogger.com (...) — Sun, 03 Dec 2006 18:59:00 +0000

Just came to the end of the hallway. At least I think. Been wandering down that one, definitely. Stopped a few times to look around and checked out the atmosphere, watching some of the paintings on the walls. Took sometime to get to the other end, thou can’t say for sure that I have actually arrived. Can’t I even say if I ever will either really, and wouldn’t that just be to predictable if I did? So suppose wandering around here is just as good. I’ve slowed down sometimes, and then walked fast again. I even tended to stop up all of the sudden to look back at the door I just came from. Ah, watching that door... You can see me looking at it smiling one of the ‘I know you, you’re the one who just filled up this goddam massive suitcase that I’m carrying around now, and that I always will carry, with pleasure”-kinda smile…

The new paintings are shaping. Not all as good looking as others. Some disappointing (mais c’est la vie, n’est pas?), others surprisingly good – maybe not as surprising as I see them, but maybe sometimes I forgot or just didn’t really realize what was actually on it… and yet others seems mysterious and need a more intensive look which I’m a bit too tired to do right now, so I’ll wait. Hmmm.. suppose I’m just not really ready yet to look at all of them.

The walls themselves are really nice. In fact, they’re exactly as I expected them to be. Going through the now good ol’ door (it’s already an old door :( - ok, so I’m fanatic of what I’m used to, so what), I’m really delighted to see that it’s still the same corridor with the same walls that I know from past wanderings. For someone like myself, who tends to wander a lot, it’s nice to have some things that are just plain certain, looking the same, didn’t change a bit. You know you can trust it with heart and soul knowing you can’t ever be disappointed, cos it will never change and therefore you will never have to get used to it as some thing else than just what it is. My security. We all need our own.

I’m lying a bit, not to you, to me. I know I’m at the end of the corridor. I’m excited to see what’s behind the door I have to enter, but I think that from the last paintings I saw, already predicted a lot, and suppose it’s why I’m not running either (funny, the last time I came through this corridor I think it was the first time I didn’t wander, but just ran happy and excited straight forward, schwuuuuuuush like a lightning ready to strike! And, touch-down! You gotta end an era with a feeling of a touch-down, right?).

Building new walls these days for the next to come. They shall be my fort for a while, my undoubted security while I’m here. In this era.