In love again…
I guess it’s kind of easy for me to fall in love, and with many, but right now I’m referring to Alexander Rybak. What a cute, charming guy. What a talent. Those brown eyes and the smile just hit me straight in the heart. But I guess I’d have to get last in the long, long line of hopeful girls dreaming about him.
Torchwood Dream Team
I know this isn’t going to happen, for various reasons, but I can’t help speculating anyway.
Cast:
Regular:
John Barrowman
Gareth David-Lloyd
(breaking in open doors, I know)
Wish list (any of these):
Jamie Bamber
Jonathan Bennett
William Moseley
Aidan Turner
Milo Ventimiglia
Sendhil Ramamurthy
Noah Gray-Cabey
Georgie Henley
Jane Horrocks
Very funny movie about Second Life
I just saw a really funny little movie about how to survive Second Life. If you’d like to take a look, you’ll find it here
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And the Cat said…
(I know this is old, but it’s so funny, I can’t help post it again.)
1. Thou shalt not jump onto the keyboard when thy human is on the computer.
2. Thou shalt not unroll all of the toilet paper off the roll.
3. Thou shalt not project hairballs from the top of the refrigerator.
4. Thou shalt not sit in front of the television as if thou art invisible.
5. Thou shalt not jump onto thy sleeping human’s bladder at 3 a.m.
6. Thou shalt not reset thy human’s alarm clock by walking on it.
7. Thou shalt not trip thy humans, even if they are walking too slowly.
8. Thou shalt not push open the bathroom door when there are guests in thy house.
9. Thou shalt not jump on the toilet seat just as thy human is sitting down.
10. Thou shalt attempt to show remorse when being scolded.
Wallander
Since the (originally) Swedish Wallander mysteries have been successfully exported to the UK, I thought I’d put in my two cents’ on this topic. In an earlier post, I’ve already mentioned that they’re not quite my thing. What I would like to discuss is something else. In the UK reviewers are raving about Kenneth Branagh in Wallander. After seeing what seems to be season 1 of that, I must say I enjoyed it more than the Swedish version.
What I’m reacting to is just one thing that keeps being repeated over and over again, in the reviews, in the UK and even in the US. Sweden is gloomy. What? Ok, I’ll admit that the north, far away from Wallander’s Scania, could be described as gloomy, especially during the dark season, which, frankly, lasts almost all the year around. That’s the north, not Scania. If you went to Scania presumably you’d notice that much of Sweden is pretty ordinary. The scenery is beautiful. (I just had to mention that. After all, I live here. I like the scenery.) But let’s get this straight once and for all, Scanians are not gloomy. Not generally. Sure, anyone can get gloomy, especially if you work hard all day tracing killers and dealing with gruesome murders. Are the British sleuths any more cheerful?
This is how the rest of us Swedes (or Goths, as I am – and no, I’m not dressed in black, we’re called goths anyway and there’s a fascinating linguistic or semantic explanation to why there are so many goths worldwide, especially throughout history) view Scania and the Scanians:
They’re jolly, positive people. They love to eat and drink. Kind of, if you allow the metaphor or simile, like hobbits, though not as short and fat, well some might be, but then so can anyone. Scania is usually green and smiling, rather than gloomy, though personally I tend to agree that the area around Ystad might be described as gloomy, especially during the winter.
Sh. Don’t look now!
Stalker cat
Stalker cat
Stalker cat
I think I have a stalker.:) My sister and I were walking back from the store. We’d bought a few things, among others, cat food, and it seems this little cutie knew that from a distance. She (I think it was a she, though she was quite big, but definitely young), saw us, ran through a hole in the fence, and came to say hello. Once the ice was broken, she sniffed the shopping bag, and began to tag along. We were quite concerned that something would happen to her. She crossed streets and just followed us. Two other people walked by and wanted to say hello, but she only had eyes for us. Me really. When she noticed that we had noticed, she began to get coy. She wasn’t following us. No way. She was just checking things out. Removing a thorn that had become stuck in her paw. Climbing a tree. Finally, when we got to the cemetary, she really stopped and turned back. It was a relief. We didn’t want her to get hurt. But I have a feeling that she’ll come and say hello again, the next time we pass by.
Letter to my 16-year-old self
Thanks to Stephen Fry for this idea. 🙂
I hate to say this, C, but you’re going to wish you were fat again, just so you could be young. Sorry. Also, try to have a bit more fun, because that’s all you’re going to get. See if you can get D to dump his silly teenage girlfriend and become involved with you. That was probably your best chance to get a cute boyfriend of a reasonable age at that time. Work a little harder at getting a good education, because, frankly, you screwed up there, big time, despite the good grades. You should also begin to work on your writing a lot earlier. Imagine where you’d be today, if you’d been serious about it sooner.
The brown puppy
Today when we went to the store to do some shopping – it’s a holiday today, so among other things we had to get something nice for this evening – we saw a cute field spaniel puppy. He was brown and playful and had this really endearing way of looking at you. Of course, just like all spaniels he was wagging his tail. Unfortunately, his owner was extremely strict with him. She couldn’t seem to tolerate any expression of joy. Why get such a sweet breed, if you intend to crush his zest for life? It made me sad. Poor puppy, all he wanted was to have some fun.
