…to wish that the Norwegian Eurovision entry receives 0 points? Well, I dunno, I do.

And so, I find myself agreeing with a Swede (or two, or two million, I wouldn’t know). (The column is in Swedish, but there’s a great Morrisey quote down the end in English, so have a look anyway.)

Donna muses (or rants, whichever way you want to look at it) on reputation:

On a different note: does reputation matter? Does it actually matter what people think of you? Should how people view you have any bearing on how you view yourself? And if you’re so ashamed of the things that you do that you don’t want anybody to know… should you really be doing them?

Well, you know, on the whole the only thing that matters is whether you yourself like you the way you are. Other people may dislike what you do, and may let their prejudice affect how they treat you, but that is really no reason to pretend to be something you’re not. If you don’t get that job because of the recruiter’s prejudice, well, then, tough luck. But would it be better to hide whatever is unusual about you? Would you really want to work someplace where you’d have to watch every word you say so as not to “expose yourself”? I wouldn’t.

One of my favourite Gruks – Hvad må folk tro – has a bearing on the subject. A rough translation would go something like this:

What might people think
Question and answer.

The fear, which drives
many to the brink:
the question of
what might people think?
There’s only one answer
you can use
that people may think
what they bloody choose.

(Piet Hein)

What’s with the branding, anyway? It’s the Friday Five.

1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
Sensodyne.

2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
Whichever is cheapest and recycled.

3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
Right now I’ve got a very comfy pair of Bjørn Borg shoes, bought on sale. I normally jump at any Vagabonds on sale. And then there’s the Docs. Gotta have Docs.

4. What brand of soda do you drink?
I don’t. Well, ok, so once in a blue moon I get a craving for Coke (not the diet stuff), and then I buy some. Coke is also what I chose to drink if I’m offered soda, but I’ll drink practically any other soda as well, unless there’s sparkling water to be had – I prefer sparkling water (or even just plain tap water), especially if I’m thirsty.

5. What brand of gum do you chew?
I don’t. No, really, I don’t.

Now go read No Logo.

Voice in my head: Shakira – Underneath Your Clothes

There are two new links on the menu this evening. One is the link to the Norwegian diary (which, by the way, I guess I ought to write a bit in). The other is The Kitchen. I’ve been scrounging the net for Tapas recipes for Saturday, and I needed someplace handy to keep them, so I added a kitchen section – it’s there for my own convenience, mostly, but you can obviously feel free to use it too… I’ll be adding comments to the recipes I use, to note things like ease of preparation, and I hope you’ll do the same if you decide to try any of them.

Do you know where your towel is?

Then there’s only one thing to do: Click the banner, pay attention, and tell me on Monday how your day was (please count the weird looks).

Get into the spirit of the thing.

Yes, you should really carry a towel with you all day. You might get teased or looked at weird, but then you can just hide behind your towel until the offensive people go away. (These people are mind-bogglingly stupid and think that if you can’t see them, they can’t see you – daft as a bush, but dangerous otherwise.)

…how the internet started? (Via Donna)

…why so many people forget how to play Calvinball?

…where to get that perfect bra for Halloween?

…what that odd name really means?

…why all anarchists only drink herbal tea?

Voice in my head: Vonda Shepard – Hooked on a Feeling

Time for the Eurovision final.

It’s this Saturday, and – obviously – I’ve invited people over to eat tapas and watch the show on BBC Prime (has to be on Prime, cannot, I repeat: cannot, miss Terry Wogan’s comments). Should be fun.

I need to go shopping, though. Have to locate a shop that sells chorizo sausages and serrano ham. I wonder if tapas might be a bit overly ambitious, especially considering the state of my kitchen (it’s started disintegrating further, now, this weekend most of the plastic cold-water-tap-handle came off in my hand), but I figure that the benefit is that with so many different dishes, they can’t all go wrong. We will see. Suggestions for fail-safe tapas dishes would be appreciated.

Dear me, according to this test I am liable for sentences of up to 12 years in prison. There are some strange laws about, especially in the UK. How’s this for an example:

Ever shot someone with a bow and arrow? This is actually legal in certain sitations in the UK – in Chester, you can only shoot a Welsh person with a bow and arrow inside the city gates and after midnight. In York, excluding Sundays, it is perfectly legal to shoot a Scotsman with a bow and arrow.

I wonder what the laws of Ireland say about chopping down vikings with a broadsword? Suddenly that summer holiday seems like a more risky venture.