An excellent quiz, with a slightly scary result.
Getting 83 right helps. A lot. Not quite enough to explain away my score, though.
(Via Martin.)
An excellent quiz, with a slightly scary result.
Getting 83 right helps. A lot. Not quite enough to explain away my score, though.
(Via Martin.)
Melissa poses some interesting questions on blogging this week:
How long do you plan to blog? Have you ever considered that? Is it something you plan to continue until you get bored? Or until you find something better to do? Or do you consider it to be a life long thing? What about your fellow bloggers? Your blogging friends… Do you think they plan to continue for the rest of their lives?
I was actually thinking about this just the other week, as I was realising that, yet again, it was days between each time I posted an entry and even longer between each I time posted something that was not an answer to a meme or a quiz result. I’ve never been able to keep up a journal for more than a couple of weeks whenever I’ve tried writing one on paper. This is one of the reasons I love blogging, the knowledge that someone out there might read the entries and actually check back to see if I’ve posted certainly motivates me more than the thought that “I might enjoy reading this some day” which has been the only real motive for journalling on paper.
In some form I’ve had a “blog” almost as long as I’ve had a webpage (getting to be close to ten years now), as I’ve always had a “what I’ve been reading lately” section. The blog-as-journal, though, is a relatively new thing for me, as you can see from the archives I started in April 2002.
Like Melissa I have a problem considering doing anything “for life”. Sooner or later I expect blogging will be something I used to do. On the other hand, blogging is a relatively new “thing”, and who knows, by the time I decide I’m bored with it, it might have become an outdated mode of communication anyway and we’ll all be caught up in a new fad (whether at the forefront of the movement or with all the inevitable hangers-on at the back).
For the foreseeable future, though, I’d like to keep doing this. I’m enjoying it, after all, or I wouldn’t have kept going past the initial couple of weeks. I suspect I’m going to continue as I’ve started – writing loads in periods and then nearly going mum at other times, but then any relationship (of the friendship-type) tends to be a bit like that – you see a lot of a certain person for a period and then for one reason or another you hardly see each other for weeks, months or years, and then you suddenly see each other quite often again and so on. At least my relationships tend to be like that.
I do occasionally remember to bring my camera out…
Tor Åge Bringsværd at Bok i Sentrum – reading from his new book on London which I am certainly getting.
And the sky outside my house Tuesday evening:
I also uploaded another picture of my brother over at the gallery.
Martin has found the best blowing-off-some-steam page ever: Slap the Bastards. Whatever you fancy! Chose from, amongst others, Jamie Oliver, Bill Gates, Richard and Judy or Ian Duncan Smith, handily divided into three categories: Fuckwit celeb, fuckwit politician and total wanker. Or you can just start at the top and work your way through by clicking “Next”. And once you’ve finished slapping, try warping. If you’re still having a bad day after this, you will know for sure that it’s time to hibernate.
Det er den typen hodepine, er det? Den typen som ikke går bort selv etter 2x200mg ibuprofen?
(/”&)/?#&”)?()”/%?%”#!!!!
Neida. Gjør ikke vondt i det hele tatt.
Har aldeles hodepine. Burde gå og ligge flatt i mørkt og kaldt rom, men eneste rom av den typen her er kjøleskapet og det er neppe stort nok til meg. Sendte bønn til kolleger om hjelp med ibuprofen-tabletter og Frank trådde til som reddende engel med to Ibux så har nå store forhåpninger om at hodepinehelvetet skal forsvinne. I mellomtiden skriver jeg vås her, da selv klipp og lim i kode kan ha fatale følger når jeg er i denne tilstanden. Dessuten spiser jeg seigdamer siden jeg fant en halvtom pose med slike i skapet mitt. Dette kan være en dårlig idé da det er fare for at innen hodepinen er borte er jeg kvalm i stedet, men det er vanskelig å slutte – seigdamer er særdeles merete (“moreish” – godt engelsk ord som ikke blir fullt så fint på norsk, gitt).
Mørkt som om natten. Så da drakk vi litt kaffe (før den ble kald) og ventet på at strømmen skulle komme tilbake. Det er den nå, men den serveren jeg trenger for å komme videre i det jeg jobbet med er fortsatt nede. Den likte visst ikke å miste strømmen sånn helt uten videre. Så her sitter jeg og tvinner tommeltotter.
Forresten var det visst et dokument jeg skulle sett gjennom for å gi estimater på forventet arbeidsmengde. Søren. Det har jeg jo faktisk liggende lokalt, så da trenger jeg ikke serveren.
Det er best jeg jobber litt alikevel, da.
I know, I know. This is getting ridiculous. Sorry. I will stop doing these soon, I promise.
You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.
What kind of kiss are you?
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STAND UP: You are a natural stand-up comedian. You
watch the news with people, and when you give
your opinions, people start laughing. They are
not laughing at you, they are laughing because
what you say is so TRUE. The world is a very
funny place, full of natural comedy. All you do
is repeat various humorous things that you
notice from everyday life. Your unique
perspective on the world is what makes you so
funny. Of all the various comedy types, you may
be the funniest of them all!
How funny are you?
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(Both via Ine – who got the same results.)
Well, when I came across a quiz about norse mythologi, I obviously had to give it a try…
You are Balder! His name means “The Glorious”. He was also called the “god of tears” and the “white as”. Balder, the son of Odin and Frigg, was described as a very handsome and wise god. Some consider him to be a god of light since he was so bright, light shined from him.
Balder’s wife was Nanna and they had a son named Forseti. Balder and Nanna lived in Breidablik [The Broad-Gleaming], where nothing unclean could be and there were “fewest baneful runes”.
Balder is loved and respected by everyone, he believes in justice and what’s right above everything else.
Which Norse Mythology character are you?
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Førti-to enkle gleder
Nybakt brød; snøkjerringer som faller pø en utstrakt tunge; Lagavulin; å gå barbeint i duggvått gress; honning; frokost på sengen; middag med gode venner; egg og bacon; høstløv; når noen en sjelden gang holder døra åpen for fremmede; ta på seg pysj når man kommer hjem; postkort i postkassen; en som er varm å krype inntil i senga når det er kaldt utenfor dyna; kaffe; lunsj på en Britisk pub; lunsj generellt; badeender og badekar; å gi blod; å gå tur på en stand når det blåser; å finne de perfekte ordene for å utrykke en tanke; en kjølig kinosal på en varm sommerdag; å få godnattkyss på kinnet av en trøtt to-åring; av-knappen på tv’en; skuldermassasje; nyfanget, sprøstekt småabbor; fullmåne; et glass rødvin fredag kveld; Vigelandsannlegget; kald norsk melk; å klø seg når det klør; å synge høyt med til musikk i bilen; lange telefonsamtaler med venner du ikke har snakket med på lenge; solbriller; lyden av en vinflaske som åpnes; løvetann; bølger mot stranden; dans; is på sølepytter som knaser under føttene; notater i margen i gamle bøker; Freias melkesjokolade; Britiske komiserier; den første sykkelturen om våren.
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