Solidaritetsblogging

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Uønsket reklame er en uting, samme om den kommer i postkassen, på dørmatta (når man bor i blokk) eller i inbox’en. Både på postkassa og døra hjemme har jeg en flott liten sak fra gronnhverdag.no som sier “Uadressert reklame: Nei takk!”.

På døra har jeg i tillegg et A4 ark der det står “Kjære reklamebud – du vet det er straffbart å ignorere denne?” med pil opp mot før nevnte flotte sak.

Forrige uke sendte vi mail til Postens eiendomsformidling på Carl Berner om at de hadde å stoppe leveringen av “Vi har flott bolig til salgs i ditt nærområde”-lapper i postkassen vår, ellers ville det vanke anmeldelse.

Altså er det naturlig å slutte opp om solidaritetsbloggingkampanjen som har startet på grunnlag av Jarles bloggeinnlegg om Mosaikk-gruppen (via andedammen).

Det morsomme med saken er selvsagt at alle disse blogg-innleggene havner minst like høyt opp på google som Mosaikk Gruppen (sic) sine egen sider. Og de selger altså søkemotoroptimaliseringstjenester. Jeg søkte for eksempel just nu:

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Hva beha’r?

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Politiet utløste selv skuddvekslingen under Stavanger-ranet, og ranerne ble tvunget til å skyte tilbake. Det mener advokat Morten Furuholmen, som forsvarer Kjell Alrich Schumann, også kjent som “Skyggen”.

(Nettavisen) Ja, så hvis politiet bare hadde latt ranerne få rane ferdig i fred så ville alt vært helt i orden?

Quiz

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Three words in the English language end in the letters G R Y. Angry is one, hungry is another. But what is the third?

Apparently this question has been around for a while, it was posed to me Monday evening and I only just remembered I was going to try looking it up (using an online rhyming dictionary). I found the answer.

I’m amused.

Well, where to begin

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Short version:

Drank some cider. Drank a lot of whisky. Got engaged. Drank some more whisky. Was shown around a few distilleries and tasted the wash at most of them. Drank even more whisky. Beat England in the Whisky Game (we ended up 3rd out of 5 teams). Had some whisky for a change. Discovered the airline we were travelling with (Duo) had gone bust on Friday leaving us stranded. Booked tickets with Ryanair and had some whisky to celebrate. Drank too much whisky at Dregs, but was unashamedly cheerful the next morning even so. Met Lyn in Edinburgh and was introduced to Peter, Ella (the dog) and Kally (the blind cat). Went for a walk on the beach in Prestwick and caught the flight back home.

Did you pay attention to that? You might gather, if you know the rest of the story, that Martin (finally) proposed. In public, even, at the Aberlour dinner Friday night, with an american film team present, which may mean we’ll end up with the whole thing on DVD (not produced by us). I sure hope someone filmed it, because I must admit that everything seems a bit hazy in retrospect. I must have answered in the affirmative, though, because I now have this shiny thingamagig on my finger, which feels very strange.

Anyway, as a good blogger (I mean “good” as in “good girl”, I’m not in any way passing judgement on the quality of this blog), I have, naturally, created a wedding blog. In fact I created it a few months ago. More about that over there.

Eventful

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As you can tell, I’m back from Scotland. It’s been an eventful few days, so bear with me while I gather my thoughts (and catch up at work). I will give you an update eventually.

Worst ever

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Via Tinka: Blender’s 50 Worst Artists in Music History

I own God Shuffled his Feet, I think. I can’t remember having listened to it more than once, though. Otherwise, there is the odd hit on compilation CDs (The Living Years on one called “Songs of Heaven”, for example), but no more whole albums. I wouldn’t mind a Michael Bolton’s greatest hits if I could get one without Georgia On My Mind and Sitting at the Dock of the Bay, but I suspect that’s going to be a hard one to find (I know the rest of his hits are cheesy and terrible, but I like cheesy and terrible).