Blogging

One thing that often strikes me when visiting random (or not so random) blogs is how many of them seem to have lasted only a few months.

People seem to start off with a blast, telling the readers everything they're interested in and everything they'll write about. A few post (and months) later they do a post along the lines of; "I'm sorry I update so rarely, this will change from now on, stay tuned!"

Then a post or two later the blog ends, gets buried in Blogger's basement, until a year or so later I stumble across it and blow off the dust.


Do people quickly realize blogging wasn't as fun and rewarding as they thought? That they didn't get fifty comments on each post like those blogs they've read before?

Or do people realize they don't really have that much interesting stuff to tell the world anyway?

I'm usually in the second category but I'm sticking with it. I'm not quite sure why sometimes, but it's become a little hiding place for me (though not so hidden anymore).

This blog is kinda old (for a blog) and I started it basically before I even knew what a blog was - so I had no expectations. Maybe that's why I feel I have a right to fill your screen with random words strung together and wonder if you'll read them..

I realize how quickly blogs die, and I am glad there are some people out there who do stick with it. I'll do my best to stay among them - apples won't look good with dust on them.

Lawn Mowing Behaviour

I think people mow their lawns every single day here. At least it feels like it - there's always a lawn mower going somewhere.

I've always found lawn mowing behaviour to be kind of amusing. One afternoon you'll hear a neighbour start. Then a little while later one on the other side starts. And when they're done another neighbour gets going... It's almost like when they hear someone else doing it, they're reminded they probably should too.

Whether they realize they're reminded of it because they hear the noise, or whether they think they came up with it all on their own, is hard to say. I'm inclined to say most favour the second option, though I don't think that's what's really going on.

June once again

After a week of chopping, throwing, piling and transporting wood from the woods, I now have brownish arms and white legs. And one muscle. I think. I'm not quite sure.

The flowers are blooming, colours and smells everywhere; I can tell it's been long since I've been here this time of year. I keep deciding to put up the hammock but it's still just a little too cold in the shade.

I tend to lie there, between the cherry tree and the plum tree, dreaming of summer adventures. I know I should just do it.. whatever it is.. "seize the day", that it's "better to regret what you've done than what you didn't do". I just hold back. I always have.


June always holds such promise, such potential for the summer to come. Long summer nights, the smell of lilacs, short skirts and the big, blue lake.. all that's lacking is a bit of excitement. I wonder where to go to find that?

CTRL+ALT+DEL

They say Windows crashes constantly. They say CTRL+ALT+DEL will become your best friend. Then it becomes your worst enemy when you realize that, contrary to popular belief, it doesn't do all that much to fix the problem. If anything at all.

They say Apple and its Mac limits your freedom. Although it doesn't crash as much, it tells you what you can and cannot install. It tells you what you can and cannot do. And then it crashes anyway.

Welcome to Linux Xandros on the Asus eee 900. It's a wonderful blend of Windows and the Mac. It does crash constantly, it does tell you what you can and cannot install (which has been everything the past year), and it seems to have been created simply to annoy the crap out of me.

It doesn't even have the possibility of running the bloody CD that came with it, which would enable me to reset it to its original miserable state of inadequacy.

Say what you want about Windows... having been around the block a couple times I have to say my future laptop will be neither a Mac nor running Linux. Interpret that any which way you want.

If you've got any better suggestions, please do leave a comment.

Summer in Spring

20 degrees, sun, a gentle breeze blowing in my hair... I imagine this is what heaven must be like.

Add to that I feel almost completely well, in record time (alcohol+garlic=win!), and my pale white has been replaced by a subtle shade of red around the shoulders.

The butterflies are playing and the kitten is eating bugs... we got a few perfect days in May this year as well, better enjoy the rest of it before the rain starts tomorrow.

Mmm... there's nothing like long, warm, bright summer days :)

And there goes my sense of smell...

I hate being sick. Probably because I rarely am. Then again, I might have hated it more if it happened more frequently.

Thanks to my already sick sis, who drank from my bottles and sneezed in my face (thanks for that sis!) during the four days we spent on the road trip together, then laughed when I started coughing, exclaiming triumphantly she'd been able to infect someone (seriously - thanks!)... I am now sick.

I hate sick. I get angry with sick.
What I hate the most is losing my sense of smell and taste. What's the point in living if you have no sense of taste? Seriously - what's the point?

Now I'm just gonna do what I always do. Crawl into bed, sleep for three days and feel sorry for myself..? Nah. I'm gonna stay up, jump around, command myself to get well... and blow my nose ever five minutes until my sense of taste comes back (yuck... :-/)!

I do get angry with sick.
And this time I expect it to go away real fast.

Road Trip..?

If only for a few days, just a weekend, it'll be great to leave the town, the country. To get far, far away.

Spring is supposed to be here but it keeps snowing every other day.. Nothing ever happens here, no matter how much I want it to. I miss the pink cherry trees of Bergen!

The Horror of Alarms

I thought I'd left the car alarms behind when I left the city. Unfortunately, something seems to happen every spring and summer; new people come to town. Tourists, friends, relatives.. they come here from other parts of the country, they park their cars, and they turn their car alarms on.

Car alarms don't work here. Well.. they work.. a little too well, to be honest. Which is why they don't work - in the sense that you can't turn them on. This is the quietest little town ever, and people aren't used to car alarms. Neither are cats, dogs, birds..

Basically - if you turn your car alarm on, it's bound to go off. Usually in the middle of the night and it will keep the neighbours up. What you do then is turn it off. What you don't do is turn the bloody thing back on and go back inside!

When you do that it'll only go off again. In about half an hour. Trust me - I know. Leave it off, you won't regret it. Nobody is gonna steal your friggin car anyway, because nothing bad ever happens around here. Again - trust me. I know.

The Scary Pill : Hormones and Pheromones

According to researchers, women tend to choose different men when we're on the pill than we otherwise would. The reason is that during ovulation, our hormones peak. When on the pill, we do not ovulate and the hormones which usually flow into our blood never get released.

This means the men we would usually pick at the time we are most likely to get pregnant, the typically masculine men, we no longer want. Instead, we go for the type of guys we would pick when we are not ovulating - caring, more feminine guys who resemble ourselves.

Although we'd like to think we're making an informed decision, whether or not we are on the pill (and the hormones that go with it) can actually influence our decision when it comes to picking a mate.

The influence of the pill does not stop there. When women do not ovulate, we no longer produce pheromones, which all over the animal kingdom, including for us human beings, is a scent or a stimulant for attracting those of the opposite sex.

It's what tells animals when the females are in heat, and humans also subconsciously react to it. Selling "pheromones" in little bottles has become an industry, advertising that this will make you irresistible (kind of like the Axe commercials for men). The pill removes this natural element completely.


So.. side effects of the pill are; you get attracted to feminine men, you get less attractive to all men, and you want less sex.

And we think the pill is so great.. why exactly?

I'm a self absorbed slut. What else is new?

I'm very self absorbed. I'm a slut too. And a "female horndog".

At least according to the random stranger who read my blog and found it provoking enough to track me down and tell me exactly how he feels about me.

You see, I'm ruining my life here. Not only am I having sex "just for the hell of it". Instead of being ashamed, as anyone should be, I actually admit to that fact online. In a blog. Which apparently everyone I know reads; my family, my friends - even my future employer who would never consider hiring someone like me. Why?

Because "a reasonably cultured intelligent person would not admit to having sex with a person they did not imagine themselves having a long term relationship with". At least so says the stranger (who ironically enough called himself "ReallyNiceGuy"). Before he ended by saying that I (the slut) probably never have sex anyway since I'm too self absorbed.