he he he
this is more fun.
I know, I know Im just posting links to other peoples stuff lately, but Im just not in the mood to do anything else. Im stressed out at work, my house is a mess and I haven't even digged the vegitable patch yet.
What the blog is he talking about?.
Im not quirky! I have caracter and developed certain habits.
Zilla wants to know my habits because she secretly finds me so facinating.
The rules:
Link the person who tagged you.
Mention the rules on your blog.
Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers’ blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
Here it goes:
- When I speak to forengers I adopt their accents.
- I like to watch romantic comedies.
- I am a regular John Travolta on a dance floor.
- When alone I sometimes talk to myself in funny voices.
- I listen to, and love music from Metal over Electronica to Classical and everything in between.
- Occationaly I can be an evil sarcastic bastard when im rubbed the wrong way.
- I like to sleep, but feel very guilty if i sleep to long.
Tagging 6 people, who's blogs I like:
Asbjorn
Ange
Suzy
Therese
Alpharat
Capac
And remember since some of them are in danish its possible to translate.
Its a quarter to 8 and i have only just had dinner. Got home late from work and while i prepared some grub, my neighbour interrupted, if I could drive him to his car in the woods 2 miles away.
He and his young son had been out running and he discovered to late, that he had a hole in the pocket of his pants - the key had fallen through..
So away we drove and when we got there, I drove along the path they had been running, it being October and with the leafes fallen, we didnt have high hopes, but just wanted to see if we could spot them along the first couple of hundred meters.
On the way back along the path he got out and I drove ever so slowly while he scanned for them. Then once we got to their starting point, he stopped and bended over. I thought perhaps he had found them, but he was fiddeling with his shoelaces it seemed - he wasnt.
Turned out he had just realized that his pants have elasticband at the ankles - and yes. his keys were caught there...
Im just so happy it wasnt me...
hehe
So, a neutron walked into a bar and said "I’d like a beer, please."
After the bartender gave him one, he said "How much will that be?"
"For you?" said the bartender "No charge."
A collegue and I decided to go for a run after work this week, just as we have done before. So the other day we brought our running gear and changed at work before driving to the wood where we had planned to run.
And it was a great run, a fun trail with lots of small hills, trees, roots and stuff.
But when we got back to out cars we discovered that they had been broken into. The side windows was broken and our bags were gone from both cars.
So the last days I have had to close telephone and Visa, call the police to report it (even though I doubt they will do anything but type the report). Call the Insurance and report what was stolen how old it was and what it would cost to replace. Get the car to the shop for a new window and lots of other things.
Its just so irritating... And the knowledge that someone has my mobile with pics and text-messages (Bop doing the helicopter - No just kidding). My USB key with god knows which documents, pictures and music, personal notes to self, i hope there were no passwords or such - getting a bit ill just by the thought of it.
And today in my mailbox were my Visa and my social-security cards... No message no nothing. I am guessing that they were tossed out the car window by the thief and then found by someone who decided to deliver them, since the address was there. I would just like to have talked to that person to hear where they found it.
This is Gabriella's song from a Swedish film "As it is in heaven" that was on the tv tonight, I think I might be allergic to it, this bit always makes my eyes water for some reason.
Yesterday I spoke to a lady who's daughter had a cat to many. She came and left him here today. They called him Plet (spot). But I'm not entirely sure that it his real name. I hope he'll tell me and I'll let you know.
Meanwhile he is very friendly, and he used the improvised litter box when he had to (all though he wiped himself on the floor afterwards).
He will need a scratching board asap, otherwise my sofa is toast for sure.
Yesterday I was running 5 km in 25 minutes. A fact of which I am slightly proud, although I think I probably could have done even better, but hey! one year ago I was still smoking, and I had not been running for years and years. So its good and I'm happy.
The event itself is one of the largest running events in the world. over a period of 5 days 21000 teams of 5 members each (that's more than 100000 people) will compete in 5x5 km relay. 250 people start every minute until all teams are running.
Running was something else. I started 4'Th and when I got the depeche it started more like a obstacle course and I had to sidestep and jump to get past people and out of the starting area. But once we were out of the gate it became easier and I could start to enjoy the whole experience. It was great for morale to overtake other runners even though it was not always easy cause it was crazy crowded.
I think part of the fun is that is is a little crazy, it's held in a park in the middle of Copenhagen, so the traffic is chaos from the beginning, and it only gets worse once the running starts.
Today I'm a bit tired, and I probably wont run tomorrow, but soon and I'm going to get faster next year.
An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scot were sitting in a bar. The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food exceptional.
"Y'ken," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. Why, in Glasgow there's a wee bar called MacTavish's. Now, the landlord there goes oot of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks, he will buy the 5th drink for you."
"Well," said the Englishman, "at my local, The Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first two."
"Ahhh, dat's nuttin'," said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin dere's O'Driscoll's Bar. Now, de moment you set foot in de place dey'll buy you a drink, den another, all the drinks you like. Den, when you've had enough drinks, dey'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house."
"Really?" said the Englishman, "did this actually happen to you?"
"Not me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman, "but it did happen to me sister.
A man entered the bus with both of his front pockets full of golf balls and sat down next to a beautiful (you guessed it) blonde.
The puzzled blonde kept looking at him and his bulging pockets.
Finally, after many such glances from her, he said, 'It's golf balls'.
Nevertheless, the blonde continued to look at him for a very long time, deeply thinking about what he had said.
After several minutes, not being able to contain her curiosity any longer, she asked;
'Does it hurt as much as tennis elbow?'
I know It's been quiet for a while, but I'm busy so meanwhile here's somthing funny for you.
OMG they are at it like - animals these days.
I think they get high on the stuff, once in a while they just drop to the ground and like just sit there for a couple of minutes, and you can tap them between the eyes without them moving, and then they take off again french kissing every single flower they can get a hold of.
Maybe they don't get high on pollen, as much as they get short of breath, with all that tonsil action.
This is pretty cool. Made with a digital camera, some people with flashlights and lots of time and patience.
And the behind the scenes movie.
I am tense, wound up, high strung these days - I shouldn't really be stressed, there is really nothing much to be stressed about, but somehow I can't seem to relax properly. I dont feel depressed or unhappy Its only the tiny muscles inside my ribcage are just never able to relax. I have just been running round the lake but it didn't help me relax properly. I have tried a bunch of stuff. If anyone has had similar experiences then good advise is welcome :-/
For the reminder of the day I would like you to loudly exclaim WOOHOO!! Homer Simpson style, each time you: open the fridge, see yourself in a reflection or hear/see the punchline of a commercial
Thank you.
I just stumbled over a website which is all the good stuff from youtube, but should be safe for kids to navigate.
How about this one for my freinds in Illinois.
:-)
My phone rang at around 9:30 this morning.
"Torben!"
"Hi It's Michael"
"Hi Michael" (Michael who! - I sort of recognized the voice but couldn't place it)
"What are you doin?" (Didnt' want to tell him I just woke up)
"Nothing much, wh..... OH - DAMN!" (It dawned on me which Michael)
"Why arn't you at work?"
"ehh I thought it was Saturday, grab a coffee I'll be right there..."
It was a technical contractor that I had a meeting with this morning, not good.
In retrospect I should have made up some car problem or other because, he spent the time he was waiting, telling ALL my collegues about my mistake, so I'we been ridiculed all day.. Bummer. I'll probably hear for it the rest of the summer.
Luckely it's a long time since I done anything equally dumb.
I remember one time in high-school I jumped out of bed and were litteraly getting dressed on the run as I sprinted for the bus-stop. And as I got there, I wondered when the bus would arrive, and why there were no traffic, then slowly realizing that it was Sunday.
The worst one was also in high-school; got up Wayyy to late, grabbed my dads car (It was allright with him) and drove 4 miles to the school, where i noticed that the parking lot was empty.. Because I somehow had woken up more than one hour early without noticing.. - Later the same day I got on the bus for home and had travelled half a mile, when I noticed the car keys in my pocket.....
While I was cooking dinner tonight, listening to a CD I picked up at a garage sale, I realized 2 important things; First, I really am looking forward to the moment when I can start picking up tomatoes and stuff in my greenhouse and start to cook Italian with my own produce. And secondly "The Chemical Brothers" album "Push the button" Is excellent for jumping up and down, making assorted rhythmical movements - So stupid of me not to have known that earlier.
I went to high-school with Nicolaj of New Amsterdam, which has just aired here. I don't recall him though I probably saw him around, but he's in my blue book (year book).
Where among other things it says: "Nikolaj dreams about a career on stage" And "Nikolaj is his class' answer to W.C. Fields (Not only when it comes to his liver, which liver? ed). He is extremely entertaining when the mood takes him. Often he has put on a one-man show that brought the class into laughter cramps."
I think this could be something for me.
Then I'd get an excuse for wearing my secret Ninja Spandex outfit.
...
Uhmm Spandex.
(got this in the mail today):
It's your First Kiss and several questions might come to mind:
Is it the right time?
Is anyone watching?
Does your partner even want to?
Is your breath fresh?
AND,---Should you use some tongue?
Then you say . . .
'What the heck!' and Just Go for it!!!
I think this is so kewl.
I really appreciate stumbling over something like this on the Internet, it almost makes up for all the crap you also come across.
This is made (90%) out of samples from the old Disney classic by a young Aussie guy called Nick Bertke. Goodone mate.
With a stroke of the pen, a stranger transforms the afternoon for another man in this emotionally stirring short film by Alonso Alvarez.Alonso Alvarez Barreda won the NFB Online Competition Cannes 2008 with the short film Historia de un Letrero (The Story of a Sign).
Today has been a beautiful presummers day.
I have cats. Lots of cats. All though not my own, instead all the cats in the neighbourhood pops by all the time. These two came visiting today. But I guess they were probably visiting the birds rather than me. (I'm not sure if they are brothers or what, but I'd like to think so).
It's not bothering me much, the birds usually have the upper hand, and it is rare that anyone gets hurt.
Today I've been at the local glider club where I met up with my dear friends Kirsten and Asbjørn and their two boys for coffee and home baked.
But the more important reason was that their son Peter is now old enough (he just turned 9) to try flying with his dad, something I think he has been looking forward to for a long time (well they both have I imagine).
Are you sure he will be safe?
yesyesyesyes
Press this button to call the stewardess!
Last adjustments
Look at his face, that is one happy guy. (click pics. to enlarge)
Waving down to mom.
I think he grew at least 3 inches.
And after there even were the bonus of getting to drive the cable puller.
No Kristian, you will have to wait several years son.
But he does not mind as long as he gets to ride 'his' big red tractor.
They even had garden gnomes
He is such a goofball.
Messing with uncle-BoP.
I went out into the country yesterday, they say the weather is changing and a front is moving closer, so I thought I'd go out to enjoy the sunshine.
Then I came to spot this pretty girl on a field by the roadside.
She batted her eyelashes and looked at me with those big brown eyes.
I am pretty sure she was flirting there.
But Im nobody's fool, and it was obvious that she were just trying to make her boyfreind jaloux. - Women!!!
I find this a bit scary and I don't even have children.