Irrelevances

I suppose doing laundry, dishes, mowing the lawns, tidying the house – and watching over the neighbourhood’s kids, who are having a picnic in our garden, feels less of a chore when you have a sixpack of these in the fridge.

Oh, and I seriously don’t mind the premature summer.

Just one more before I hang up the laundry, perhaps.

I’m not easily annoyed, but must confess that I’m just a little frustrated by people with sunglasses demanding instant recognition. These two gentlemen, on the other hand, might just prove themselves hard to recognise without said device, but that’s way beside my point. Or maybe not.

Rubber biscuits, anyone?

There’s no use in denying it: I’m quite the nostalgic, as you may already have surmised, if you frequent my blog on occasions. Today gave way for yet another dive into days gone by, as I passed a beautiful version of the 2008 model Fiat 500. I must say though, that I actually had to look twice. (more…)

In the months leading up to the Beijing 2008 summer Olympics media will be brimming with information fed the press by BOCOG’s (the Beijing games’ organisational committee) communications department and the Chinese propaganda machinery. Our attention towards the Tibetan uprising, now seemingly quelled, will vanish, more or less overnight, and Chinese officials, who devour bloggers for breakfast, will, once again, be granted undisturbed continuance of their inhuman practices – painted in a picturesque tableau, courtesy of the world’s “free press”. (more…)

Oh, my goodness… Colours! Please forgive the distraction. It’s just that colours don’t very often appear in these parts, but let’s forget about that. While taking av few moments off work this afternoon, I watched 2010 on TCM (Turner Classic Movies), offering another glimpse of predecessor 2001: A Space Odyssey’s HAL 9000. (more…)

Have you noticed how people who never used to be particular about speaking of Senator Clinton by her full name (included Rodham) all of sudden have become overly anxious to do so, in order to allow themselves emphasising Senator Obama’s Muslim ancestry by including his (Hussein)? Right up there, alongside “Osama Obama”.

It’s really not surprising, but I am a little disappointed. We even see them in our neck of the woods (please note: In err… something resembling Norwegian).

Oh, the humanity!

An all time favourite of mine, Prefab Sprout, used to inhabit my turntable and cd player back in the eighties and well into the nineties, I seem to remember. It’s been a long time, far too long. And somewhere in-between the entire record collection, LP’s singles, CD’s – the works – were lost along the way, keeping me and my past well at bay. (more…)

I’m normally not your average aggravated person, but I suppose my last post got me going, fuelling my currently sombre view of our nation’s state. We are indeed holier than thou in every respect, negotiating peace wherever we go — or so we think — and (and this is just too amusing) fly to Bali in order to instruct the world of the environmental hazards of flying.

I don’t know about you, but coming from a country whose economy depends on the exploitation of the world’s natural petroleum and gas resources… How do you rate its credibility?

Photo: The very image of Norway’s success equals that of the world’s demise (photograph from StatoilHydro)

Today I stumbled upon an incredibly stupid (for want of better words and — given the blog’s, well… stupid tagline) Norwegian blog, labelling Americans… you guessed it, stupid; New York – New Dork (a remarkably clever title, that). But it gets worse.

It would appear that the blog’s chief (or only) purpose is to discredit the American people, for being inconceivably dense. Well that’s just rich, coming from a representative of (one of) the stupidest nations in the industrialised world. Granted, the United States beat us with infinitessimally small margins, but beat us still. (more…)

I’m sure the people behind The Astrological Magazine knew exactly what they were up to, but I suppose they just didn’t see this one coming.

Bummer.