Selected Facebook updates:
- Dreamed that a podcaster had mixed ham, celery and rice crispies into my favorite tea leaves. Was very angry.
- Green tea leaves accumulate in our house way faster than we use them. Bothers my logistics brain.
- Misread a headline on a lady’s magazine. “A Retro-Style Wedding” became “A Hetero-Style Wedding”.
- Genital lambada, Sw. könslambada. That’s what exceptionally witty Black Metal blogger Hatpastorn calls it.
- I just realised that penguins are aquatic polar dinosaurs. Darwin FTW!
- The Mandelbrot set has the nicest ass in all of mathematics.
- Swedish internet users are stupid. Their most common searches are for Facebook, the Aftonbladet newspaper and Youtube. They don’t type this into the URL window of their browsers and click the popup URL. They search for these sites.
- Why are the Swedish words for “the sweater” and “that damned pine cone” so similar?
- “You’re very good in bed too. And above all, you’re very often in bed.”
- The opening movement of Tubular Bells is in 15/8 time. You gotta love 70s music. Mike Oldfield was 19 when he recorded that album.
- The hair at the small of my back is now way longer than the hair on my head has ever been.
- I’m such a lapsed Tolkienian that I had to check Wikipedia for the name of Alatar the Blue Wizard. This reminds me of the day when I realised that I no longer remembered what songs are on Depeche Mode’s album Black Celebration.
- Wife: “‘Ethiopian cooking sucks’, he said, adding insult to injera.”
- In order to keep the allitteration, the Swedish title of The Wind in the Willows translates as “There Is A Soughing In The Rushes”.
- I don’t understand the purpose of the little embarkation and disembarkation forms that certain countries make you fill out before passport control at airports. What’s their real purpose? Most of the information you just copy from your passport. (And let’s not even ponder why the US asks if I’m a terrorist and the People’s Republic of China asks if I’m psychotic.)
- Egyptologists find it hard to distinguish between the erotic and the hieratic.
- A man told me that he was a management consultant for a finance company. I didn’t know what either term meant.
- My loose Moroccan change. Being an archaeologist I find it hard to throw coins into the trash. But I had an idea. I’m dropping them into the sandbox at the playground.