My name, apparently, is Mad Morgan Kidd. My pirate name, that is.
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you’re not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
I like: “We are the paragon of humanity. You may worship us. From afar.”
*grin*
I’m not being nationalistic, really, I’m not, but Norwegian milk chocolate is better than any other chocolate, ever. While I was living in England I had to have people bring piles of it every time they visited. It’s the only thing I force people to try and look menacingly at them until they admit (or pretend to admit) that I’m right. I’m not even half that pushy over my favourite books, somehow I can accept that there can be two opinions about an author, but there cannot be any second opinion on Freias Melkesjokolade. It’s just not possible. Funnily enough there’s an long article in Aftenposten about it today (in Norwegian, though, unfortunately), which is a coincidence.
Har akkurat skrevet om melkesjokolade, som lovet. I den anledning gikk jeg til Freia sine melkesjokoladesider, og der kan man finne følgende “interessante” opplysning:
Makadou
Byen Makakou ligger på ekvator. Hvis du drar dit med 410 millioner melkesjokolader, så kan du legge dem på rekke og rad langs hele ekvator og ende opp i Makakou igjen. Men spiser du så mye som en av de 410 millionene kommer du ikke fram. Dét er en utfordring…
Hvorfor? Jeg mener det: Hvorfor?
Det er forresten en lang artikkel i Aftenposten om melkesjokolade i dag, så dersom du har en plate liggende anbefaler jeg å ta en kikk på den (artikkelen altså, ikke plata – den kommer du garantert til å hente uten at jeg trenger å anbefale det).
I’ve just been eulogising about Skittles in Norwegian, and found the Skittles webpage where you can create a virtual you – which I did… (Is posting about the same thing on both blogs cheating? Oh, who cares…)
Ok, vi har mye bra godteri i Norge – skal f.eks. sikkert snakke om melkesjokolade til utlendingene etterhvert – men vi har ikke Skittles. Skittles pleide å ha slagordet “Taste the rainbow”, og det er nesten så man tror det er sant. Som om ikke klassike Skittles i røde poser var himmelsk nok, har de nå gått bort og laget Skittles Sours, i limegrønne poser. Det skulle vært forbudt, skulle det. Og det er INGEN som importerer herlighetene til Norge. Det skulle også vært forbudt (eller mener jeg påbudt?).
(Har lekt meg på nettsiden deres og laget meg en virtuell meg…)
Det regner. Og da mener jeg REGNER.
Growing up in the seventies in Norway meant watching the one tv-channel for the children’s programmes every day. And at some point NRK must have hired some pretty odd people to do the scheduling. The shows I can remember the best include The Clangers (with a narrator speaking new norwegian), and that was the most normal show. Which tells you something. There was also Baltazar, which I’ve never heard of since, which was a cartoon about this mad scientist or wizard or whatever he was. Very Yellow Submarine-ish. Then there was Pernille and Mr Nelson, a puppet show. Mr Nelson spoke Norwegian with a very pronounced American accent and was a mean man. He was always being nasty to Pernille and then all of a sudden something would happen to scare him (“Jeg er redd, jeg, Pernille.”) and he’d look to her to sort it out. Very strange show. And then the perennial favourite: Pompel og Pilt. Also a puppet show it features two odd little characters who keep getting into trouble with the Janitor. The Janitor was very scary. If you sneak up to a 30ish Norwegian and whisper “Reparere, preparere, sabotere” in his/her ear you can watch them go pale. No, really.
Ok, så er jeg ikke spesiellt normal, men jeg liker faktisk tåke. Og tåke er det mye av i Storbritania. I York, for eksempel, var jeg en gang fire uker i strekk rett før jul, og jeg husker det som om det var tåke hver dag. Ja, når det ikke regnet, da. Det var forresten sol den dagen vi klatret opp til toppen av katedralen, men det kan jo ha vært etter at tåken lettet.
Det er pent med tåke. Hvis jeg finner dem skal jeg legge ut noen bilder jeg tok ved Dragvoll (Trondheim, ja, ikke York) i tåken. Veldig pent. Men det er mulig du må ta mitt ord for det, for det er vel sannsynlig at jeg ikke rekker å finne de bildene sånn som tia går her…
Pizza definitely good. Coffee also good. Boyfriend making pizza and coffee very good.
Feeling eloquent.