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Krimforvirret
Bokklubbene og Nitimen kårer Norges beste krim, men de later til å være noe usikre på hvem som egentlig kom til finalen…
(Det bakeste vinduet er nyhetsbrevet med oppfordingen om å stemme, det forreste er den faktiske avstemningen.) Ikke at det endret min stemme – Bjerke er kongen – men Staalesen kunne jeg vurdert å stemme på, Fossum, derimot, holder jeg meg langt unna.
Jaja.
Cat people
We like cats. An infinity of cats sounds good to me.
I also need to bring you this picture – I have no idea of the source, so if you know who to credit, please tell me and I will:
Pink
Breast cancer awareness is something I am always happy to promote, I am therefore quite happy to point you to Boobiethon which is an annual event where people (mostly of the female persuasion) show off their boobs in aid of charity. Proceeds go to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.
Through Boobiethon I also found a link to the following “useful” name generator:
| Your Boobies’ Names Are: Siegfried and Roy |
Back from Scotland
Barely… There was a bit of a problem with air traffic control in Norway this week, so our plane from London to Oslo was cancelled. We were then sent to Copenhagen and checked on to a plane that was supposed to leave at 22:40 – it finally left between one and two in the morning, and we were not in bed until half past three. Getting up was a bit of a struggle, I can tell you.
Anyway, Scotland was great, as usual. The Dufftown festival gets better every time, perhaps because every time it feels more like a reunion (there are a few regulars, you see…)
Pretty as a picture
A few pictures from the OSCDG workshop on Saturday (the one largely responsible for the stabbing pains in my shins…) Anhyhoo, it’s at least as much fun as it looks (apart from the stabbing pains, that is). Sorry about the lack of focus, people are moving (duh) and the light was not really adequate.
Terrific
I’ve got dodgy legs. Firstly, I’ve danced myself into an inflammation of the sheath around the shin bone – and it hurts like hell, but hopefully the visits to the physioterapist (every other day…) will eventually help. Today, though, in addition, I have a (for me) severe attack of rheumatism in the legs.
To help the inflammation I should sit still, to alleviate the rheumatism I should move. Tricky.
So my legs hurt… The hip-joints ache, the knee-joints ache and the ankle-joints ache and there are sudden stabbing pains around the shin bones (especially when I manage to put weight on the foot while turning, say round a corner – I need to walk in straight lines only… well, that’ll keep me on the straight and narrow, right?).
On the upside, we’re driving to Hitra tomorrow for a family reunion thingamagig for M’s maternal side. It should be entertaining, though the drive there and back is a bit tedious. I have great hopes that M’s mother’s freezer is well-stocked with fishcakes and such goodies that we can transfer to our own freezer. Five weeks without kitchen facilities (the kitchen, btw, is useable now, though still missing bits) has left me craving fishy things… We’ll also get to swing by my parents’ on Sunday (“on the way” home) and wish my mother a belated happy birthday.
Sure
I try to stay away from evil deeds but succumb to temptation every once in a while. I’m not quite on my way to hell but I certainly have some explaining to do.
Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com
Yes! I am a smart person! I have a right to laugh at those losers that try to make themselves look cool because I know better. They are all just insecure pricks anyway.
Are you a tool? find out at Hilowitz.com
(Via M, who’s gone all verbose on us all of a sudden…)
