Hot, hot, hot!

Man, am I hot! In every sense of the word, of course. Well, meteorologically speaking anyway. Last night we had 30 degrees centigrades in the shades (and then some during daytime) — in the land of polar bears (allegedly). Makes you wonder if there’s something to the global warming issue after all, wouldn’t you say?

KKK popularity on the decline – for now?

We’ve had guests staying with us for about a week, and luckily weather conditions allowed for a prawn and crab fête on the patio last night, with our little daughter, my two sons, my brother in law and our American niece, who’s spent summer over here. I felt like quite the pater familias, actually, even if it’s way beside my point. Besides, nobody bothered to kiss my hand anyway. Truth be told, I suck at being a pater f.

Don’t drink and fly

Fascinating pattern on the late night sky yesterday (the evenings are pretty bright in these parts). Makes you wonder if the pilot maybe was just a little tipsy, doesn’t it?

Cross-published in my Norwegian blog.

Non-sensical considerations on smells and their implications

Take a closer look at the label, will you? I can assure you, it’s as old as it looks: ten years or so, I think, glaring at me from its shelf in the bathroom, touched last when we moved to this house approximately three years ago (merely in order for it to be moved, of course)… Which, come to think of it, isn’t entirely true: My daughter asked me to put some on about a year ago, I seem to remember, and daddy complied.

Cocteau Twins still rock my boat

Damn… Decades belated, but they still rule, don’t they?