A Filler Post, waiting for something more essential to write about

The Proust Questionnaire.
(snatched from karla)

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Having no big issues to worry about. Or, if I can't have that: snuggling up to Love on the couch or in bed. Never underestimate a warm and fuzzy man.

What is your greatest fear?
Love has named me "Piglet" for a reason: I have many fears. Fires are the biggest worry I suppose, and now that I'm reading "The Swarm" I'm terrified of bristle worms, bacteria and underwater methane. There IS no high ground around here, and I live by the coast. I am so screwed. Why doesn Schätzinger have to write so realisticly? When they make this book into a movie I simply REFUSE to see it.

What historical figure do you most identify with?
If I said Elizabeth Bathory, you'd be very concerned, wouldn't you? No, really, I don't know. Historical figures tend to be significant, otherwise they wouldn't be historical figures, and I guess I don't feel I'm that significant in the big picture just yet. No cure for cancer found (by me) and no world peace brought to man kind. Not that I'm setting high standards for myself or anything *laughs*

Which living person do you most admire?
Maybe because I'm listening to The Ark right now, but I have huge respect for Ola Salo as a songwriter and performer. I also adore Tim Burton for his wonderful visions he transforms into even more wonderful films.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
My tendency to regularly gulp down a slice of self pity for breakfast.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Lack of tolerance.

What is your greatest extravagance?
Books

What is your favorite journey?
The short trips I've had with Love rank pretty high, both Amsterdam and Copenhagen.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Piety

On what occasion do you lie?
I lie all the time. Especially at work, when I can't always speak my mind. Loony lady who insists on getting that specific coin and asking me "you must think I'm a complete loon?", she gets the mandatory "no, of course not" (I think you're a complete nut job who should be locked up, that's what I think!). The man who verbally attacked me because he couldn't get some extra cash when paying with visa because there WAS NO extra cash to hand out, he didn't get the "Fuck you, mister!" he deserved, no, he got a "have a nice day, sir." (but I admit that taking that approach sometimes is way much more fun than screaming at them)

What do you dislike about your appearance?
Meh. Depends on my mood when you ask me. Sometimes everything, other times it's OK.

Which living person do you most despise?
Dubya ranks as high, that's for sure. But there are many other arseholes that deserves sound lashing.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Heh, it seems to be "Love, have you seen my...?" a lot here also.

What is your greatest regret?
There were a couple of things in the past, which seemed very significant at the time, but now I couldn't care less. The way I see it, my actions and choices is what has shaped me into who I am, and if I had chosen differently I might not have learned what I know now.

Who is the greatest love of your life?
Love, of course. This summer we've been together for five years and it keeps getting better all the time.

When and where were you happiest?
I have very rosy memories of our summer holidays in Denmark. Even that one year where we only had mum's tiny red Fiat Uno, and it rained for much of those two weeks and the car had to be pushed into starting. Oh, the memories...

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I'd love to rid myself of the occasional melancholy. I'd love to have faith in my own abilities and to be less dependant on other people's approval to be satisfied with my own work.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Having a loving and solid relationship. It has completely changed how I view the world!

If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
No animal, that's for sure. Or, maybe a dolphin because they seem to be able to babble on like humans. But they don't get to drink coffee, so that's a problem... No, I think I'd still be human.

What is your most treasured possession?
I was going to say my new camera, but that could easily be replaced if something happens to it. So... The diary mum wrote while pregnant with me. It's by my bedside, so that I can take it with me if I need to flee a fire or something.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Deep self pity. Feeling like even shit is more useful than you.

Where would you like to live?
Right now somewhere 1000 meters above the ocean level. Damn book!

What is your favorite occupation?
Writing.

What is your most marked characteristic?
I'm hoping my loyalty to those I care for. I also tend to be snarky.

What is the quality you most like in a man?
Here I should post a photo of Love, really. I never thought there was such a thing as a the perfect man, but there really is. No, you can't have him.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Intelligence and humour.

What do you most value in your friends?
Humour, wits, loyalty.

Who are your favorite writers?
Gert Nygårdshaug, Johan Borgen, JRR Tolkien, Sophie Kinsella, Jane Austen.

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Elisabeth Bennet

What is it that you most dislike?
Selfishness. Rudeness.

How would you like to die?
Err... I never really thought about that. I guess we're all afraid of pain, so it would be nice to go in my sleep or something.

What is your motto?
Don't pick up crickets. They bite.

FUCK YOU, CW!

Pardon my language, but CW? WHAT THE HELL?

First Gilmore Girls, then Veronica Mars? So that "Save One Show" vote was all just a big scam, huh?

No. First you take over my two favorite shows from WB, then you screw them over. NOT COOL!

Eurovision again!

These guys, well... they were the jawdroppers of last night. They came in second, actually, so the silliness was apparently appreciated.
This clip isn't from the final though... And it has crappy quality, but oh well, you should be able to get the idea from it.

And Karla? Did you catch the male presenter saying "No time to be wasted", huh?

Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

I finally got it! After so much hassle, I now finally have that which I have coveted for months and months without end.

Maybe you remember this post, from my birth day.
Yes. It's mine, my own... my precious!
Camera! It can do 16:9 format shots, like this one:

Mordor 2 by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART
But boy, getting it... first I ordered it online. But they had problems getting new cameras from Panasonic. Then this thursday I handed in my last exam and went by train to Oslo to buy it from another camera shop.
Got home, unpacked it and noticed... WTF? A bubble of air or a scratch on the lense! It's supposed to be a bleeping Leica lens, I thought Leica meant quality.
Anywho, went back to Oslo yesterday (friday) to exchange it for a new one and now it's just bliss. :)
I'm still using the automatic setting though, because it's sooo complicated and I need to read through the instruction manual. But it's very, very pretty, and it has excellent ergonomic. Me like!
But I'll babble on more about the camera later. I'm not feeling very well. Was at work today and nearly puked, pluss splitting head ache and had to leave early. Ick... Hopefully I'll be allright tomorrow, because there's no one to step in for me if I'm still ill.

BUT there's the Eurovision Song Contest tonight! They say that laughter is good for you, so that ought to cure me right away!
I'm still miffed about the semi-finals. Not so much that Norway didn't make it, because I didn't think our song was any good, but none of my favorites made it through. Like Karla, I had Denmark and Switzerland as favorites because they were hilarious, but some serious mafia business was going on and all of the east european contributions were voted in and the west left out. Too many people seem to think politics instead of "quality" when voting, and that pisses me off, it's against the whole point of ESC. A proper ESC song should be silly, the costumes sequined and have a key change at the end.

At the finals, I'm rooting for The Ark. I love that band, and I haven't heard their ESC song, but I'm convinced it kicks ass, because they always do.

Ick... Hauling my sick ass over to the couch now. See you on the other side of the madness that is ESC :)

Answering the phone

Taliban Takes on Telemarketers (Taliban Telephone)

When Love assumes it's my mum calling, he answers the phone with either "Ali Baba's vegetables and used camels" or, like the turban dressed man in that flash animation, "Taliban".

Well, the other day it WASN'T my mum on the line. It was a telemarketer. And apparently the line went very, very silent after he picked up the phone and cheerfully said "Taaaliban".

I'm not sure if I should roll on the floor, laughing, or ban him from ever answering the phone again.
And no, we don't have caller ID. We should, because our phone can show it and it's supposed to do it, but it doesn't. I.don't.know.why.so.don't.ask.

Darth Doofus

There's something I need to get off my chest. Last week I sat down to watch the third of the "new" Star Wars movies, "Revenge of the Sith". I've been very hesitant to do it because I thought "Attack of the clones" really stunk.

Well, I could have saved me the trouble, couldn't I?
Darth Doofus, making a mistake and killing all your fellow jedis and then deciding "what the hell, I might just continue now that I've been naughty" is NOTHING like eating a cookie and deciding "what the hell, I might just eat the whole roll, I've fucked up my diet anyway!".

Seriously? You're so not cool anymore. Even mesa yousa JarJar is cooler than you.
You don't just go "What have I done??!" all shocked and then run off to the jedi temple and slaughter all the little junior jedis. No!

And Padme? I'm not very pleased with you either. There's more to life than men. He would have left the toilet seat up anyway, why give up your will to live?

No. Shame on you, George Lucas. The old Star Wars movies are fun and charming. The new ones? Mesa not approve. In fact, the thought that comes to mind is that it's a shame we don't have film burnings like the loonies who burn books. I'd certainly be squirting that bonfire with lighter fluid. Burn, mother-EE-AH, burn!

Why oh why

Life is unfair. That's why I shouldn't be very surprised when I find my absolute dream house before actually being able to buy it.
Because life is unfair I should also know better than to go to open houses before actually being ready to buy. Because naturally I would fall absolutely in love with one of them and know that it's still out of reach. Those bastards!

Had a meeting with our bank last week and the only thing missing is a permanent fulltime job for me where they actually pay me more than a slave wage before we can get a mortgage. When the lady heard what my current job pays by the hour, she was offended on my behalf. I almost felt ashamed, because I have never asked for a raise because I just didn't want to get into that with my boss, and because I valued my excellent colleagues more than a great salary when it didn't matter what I made by the hour as long as I got what I was supposed to according to the laws. And it is.
Now, however, I won't be getting the monthly student loans money because, duh, I'm practically done studying (just have to finish that one last paper).
So... On the hunt for a new job now. It's dreadful. I hate writing applications and never hearing anything. And my bachelor degree is very fuzzy and not very practical for most employers. Very very handy however if you dream of writing the next great novel (hello, that's sooo me, right?).

On another note, Love gave my little sister the link to this blog, so now she's spying on me. No more bad mouthing that little twirp, or telling big bad secrets. *sigh* I know you're there, sis, I can see your IP adress. :P

Oh poop. I want that house. It's so frustrating, because it's absolutely perfect for us. No, it's not a frikkin castle. I know I have a history of drooling over those things, but this is a regular, very well kept little two-storey house. Oh well. If it's meant to be it won't be sold by the time I get a job (that's like SO likely here in our area, houses are snapped up in an instant). Or, there'll be an even prettier little house for us when the time comes. We'll see. I'll let you know any way.