Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Ice and snow, midnight sun and hot springs that blow
Yes, finally it has happened...Scotland has lost its greatest Icelandic environmental Mphilly. Erm...let me rephrase, Scotland has lost its ONLY Icelandic environmental Mphilly. This means that Iceland has reclaimed its greatest environmental Mphilly... Aaw shite, I'll rephrase again.. Iceland has regained its ONLY environmental Mphilly. Being so unique has its upsides and downsides. It means that at I am Iceland's greatest AND worst environmental Mphilly. Oh well, enough about that.
I am home again at the exclusive Hotel Mum and the land forged with fire and ice has welcomed me with every erm.. splendour of its weather. In the last two days I've gotten extreme wind (read..storm), lovely calm, sun, rain, snow, frost and scorching heatwaves (read according to Icelandic standards). It is in fact quite impossible to explain why I prefer this to the spring in Scotland that has finally arrived after an absolutely dreadful winter with beautiful plants and warm sunlight...
The answer is simple: I am a masochist and proud of it!
Ísland- bezt í heimi!
Monday, April 17, 2006
Very surprising test results
Now this is highly surprising... I just took the who are you from the Simpsons test. I honestly always thought I was the Lisa Simpson type, studying, saving the planet and listening to jazz... If not Lisa, then definately someone intellectual like that swinging yet intelligent crook Sideshow Bob. But NO I am not Lisa... much to my dismay I turned out to be no other than Krusty the Clown... "You were the class clown as a kid, and you still entertain people. From faking your own death to getting a wacky boob job, you'll do anything for a laugh.You will be remembered for: your face being everywhere, from cereal to home pregnancy tests. Your life philosophy: "I heartily endorse this event or product.""
Hmm, this certainly explains why I adore the Itchy and Scratchy Show. However, this is puzzling and a bit upsetting.. I still haven't faked my own death and certainly haven't had a plastic surgeon with wacky ideas about cup sizes touch my erm... breast area. This makes me fear the future.. must do some soul searching and re-invent myself and my attitudes towards life. I simply refuse to end up as a capitalist blue haired chain smoking clown with weird breasts--new mantra-- I will become an academic, I will become an academic, I must stop dreaming about having blue hair, I will become an academic, must stop fantasizing about curly hair, will have a career in academia... nam myoho renge kyo. Hope my readers will have more luck than me with this test.. http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/
10-4
The leaving smile
Well it's official...I am leaving Lets-get-out-of-here-ville. I have been pardoned by my professor and now that I've gotten the green light on moving on I have a constant smile on my face. I must admit though that I have had a blast since the decicion was made. It seems my lovely international friends in this town have decided to make Sun-tan-drews the funnest place on the planet just to prove that my decision was the wrong one! Or maybe I am just happier because I know I am leaving.. Whatsoever is the right thing, I face my last days in Caledonia with a coke and a smile.. Still, this terrible thought lingers in my brain: The weather is improving in Sun-tan-drews and I choose to move back to Iceland...does this mean that I'm a masochist?Pace!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Happy easter y'all part deux
So the bulk of easter morning has been spent online. No easter egg hunt for me this year.. I am way too lazy for that sort of thing anyway. During my easternet journey I discovered a great deal about myself...Like my city is: BarcelonaWhen it comes to Europe, you don't want to decide between culture and fun. You want art by day and a big party by night.Barcelona is ideal for you. You can check out some Picasso, eat some tapas, take a siesta, and then dance all night!
This is why I love the easternet, so again, happy easter good people and by all means overeat today, I myself will be having a leg of lamb, caramelized potatoes, brussel sprouts, broccoli, carrots (for the bunnies) and of course an Icelandic chocolate easter egg filled with all sorts of goodies and a saying. Yes, the saying inside the easter egg supposedly tells you a lot about yourself. My saying said: "There are not a great deal of things that nobody loves". I definately didn't relate to that one, so I opened the other easter egg sent by my family who loooove me.. and that one says: "Fulfilling is the work one does in the morning". Hmmm...well I guess that means that the Chocolate hen that laid that egg approves of my lounging in bed in my pj's at 12.43 on easter sunday... Cool! At least I feel very fulfilled and happy about the absolute laziness of this day so far.
One last thing.. Which European pile of rocks is your ideal city? http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/
Happy easter y'all
Since it's easter, I decided to take the ultimate x-mas movie test. Yes I am a wee bit disorientated. The result was not surprising as I have often been referred to as Björk W. Griswold.
| Your Christmas is Most Like: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation |
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Friday, April 07, 2006
Another pilgrimage
I embarked on yet another pilgimage recently. This was not part deux of the Royal Memorabilia Saga, it was even better; it was an Inspector Morse Tour. I hitched a ride down to the promised land of murder and mayhem--I mean Oxford, and there I went to very important pubs.. I mean historic sites. I started off at the Trout Inn, a very erm historic place. Anyway it's the place where Morse would have a pint or two or three of ale. I felt compelled to follow in the footsteps of the master and down a pint of ale while watching narcissistic peacocks strut around in a lovely courtyard. I also visited another place... ok another pub then, called the Victoria Arms. This pub is yet another hangout of the Inspector, I am starting to think this idol of mine may have been a wee bit too fond of the drink...nah, he's just English! I must say that the pubs in good old Oxford are pretty impressive. They are situated in old houses and look like they haven't changed since the times they were frequented by Willy the Kid Shakespeare and his merry men...or at least some really old geezers. That means the pubs have a certain element of history, there we go.. I knew I could squeeze the word history in here one more time! In other words, Oxford pubs are extremely charming and that my man Morse wasn't an alcoholic, he was a pubaholic and an admirer of charming old public houses.
Now, I was so impressed with Oxford and its localities that I could easily move there and live happily ever after, but one thing is bothering me.. According to the last episode of Morse, he actually died! That's pretty bad news for the good folk of Oxfordshire, because now murderers must be allowed to roam freely around the lovely countryside... Morse was the only copper in Oxford who cracked the case... With Morse gone over the rainbow, will Oxford surpass Miami as the murder capital of the world?
Me transmitte sursum, Caledoni!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Chick flicks and kitchen bombs
I have had a very lazy weekend. That means lying in bed for ages and then sneaking out of the house and hanging out in cafés and other people's houses. The nice flatmate decided to travel to a far away country called Cardiff so I am stuck with nasty flatmate and extensions of nasty flatmate, i.e. similarly nasty female friend of nasty flatmate...sigh. I try to avoid the Nasties but they seem to pop up everywhere despite my efforts. One of my efforts was going to the cinema to forget about the nastiness of my home. I saw a very cute chick flick starring a certain Mr. McConaughey. This man is plainly put candy for the eyes and that Texas accent is ab fab. I was in a very good mood when the film was over, in such a good mood indeed that I decided to cook at home! This hasn't happened in a very long time because I am, as has been pointed out, avoiding the Nasties. So, I enter Tesco's and buy everything necessary for an English sunday roast. I even purchase Yorkshire pudding and think to myself: The Nasties can just %$#!/& off...erm... the last bit of that thought has been "censored".
I open the front door and hear a hyena-like laughter. "Ooh, the Nasties are home" I think to myself, "I won't let that bother me". I enter the kitchen and look around... "Ooh, a kitchen bomb has been detonated in this very room" I think to myself. "The residents have not been harmed by this incident by the sound of it, unless the hyena-like laughter is actually outcries of utter pain?" I pick up some dirty dishes and move them about the kitchen, trying to find some place to put them down, but as I am unsuccessful in my manouvers, I turn around, grab my Tesco's bag and head out the door. Kitchen bombs can be very dangerous and I'm not taking any chances; hell, the Yorkshire pudding might get infected with salmonella or e-coli. Fortunately I have friends who are nce enough to let me cook in their kitchens that haven't been attacked by household terrorists!
Yippee for good friends!
