I've decided to write this blog in English. Partly because I reckon' I need a larger audience, if I am to find someone who might find this blog interesting, partly - and this is actually the same point to a degree - because some people in this world for some odd reason don't speak Danish and lastly because I never speak English these days. Which is a bit shit, really. I spent 10 years learning it, so I better use it every once in a while.
Which reminds me; if you do spend 10 years learning a language, do yourself the favour of actually going there and checking out whether they actually speak it. I'm sure you understand the sort of heartfelt disappointment I felt when two years ago I moved to Sheffield, England and found out that no one there speaks English. At least not like I learnt it.
Which i reckon - if you think about it - is quite the joke, if not for other reasons, then atleast for the elaborate-ness of having an english-language making everyone learn it, and then not speak it. That is truly british humour.
In other news, I've recently been to the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek, which is a museum in central Copenhagen devoted to sculptures and paintings of the impressionist persuasion. Why did I go there? Because I'm sophisticated like that. And my mom was visiting. It was very nice and all, but I must admit that after a few hours in there, I experienced a heartfelt desire to not watch anymore genitalia. I know it is art and all but I feel there is a certain limit to how many variations of a relatively simple theme you can expose people to in the name of art.
And i daresay that this particular topic haven't evolved particularly in the last 4000 years. There are genitalia in this world. Get over it.
Also i saw a few mummies, which sounds cool, but was actually quite depressing. The thing is, when you see mummies, they can chase you, because, well, they're cursed, ill-mannered and their legs are wrapped in bandages individually - which is quite practical for propulsion purposes. This, however, is not so in real life. The legs are wrapped together, which makes the whole thing look rather a lot like a parsnip. And a parsnip is, generally speaking, one of the least frightening vegetables.
At least in my experience.
And although I acknowledge that a 4000 year old Egyptian parsnip chasing you can be a somewhat frightening experience, I think most people would get over it rather quickly. Especially when you take into account how it would propel itself forwards by jumping like a shrimp in a cartoon.
Also, I imagine this would have quite the impact on the self-esteem of said Egyptian-parsnip-shrimp-mummy. And it would probably not chase you all that enthusiastically anyway, more as going-through-the-motions-kind-of-thing.
Or so I imagine.
Anyway it is easter, and I'm going to go best my brother in Schnaps-drinking.
I'll work on making more focused and shorter updates in the future.
Adjø.
Which reminds me; if you do spend 10 years learning a language, do yourself the favour of actually going there and checking out whether they actually speak it. I'm sure you understand the sort of heartfelt disappointment I felt when two years ago I moved to Sheffield, England and found out that no one there speaks English. At least not like I learnt it.
Which i reckon - if you think about it - is quite the joke, if not for other reasons, then atleast for the elaborate-ness of having an english-language making everyone learn it, and then not speak it. That is truly british humour.
In other news, I've recently been to the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek, which is a museum in central Copenhagen devoted to sculptures and paintings of the impressionist persuasion. Why did I go there? Because I'm sophisticated like that. And my mom was visiting. It was very nice and all, but I must admit that after a few hours in there, I experienced a heartfelt desire to not watch anymore genitalia. I know it is art and all but I feel there is a certain limit to how many variations of a relatively simple theme you can expose people to in the name of art.
And i daresay that this particular topic haven't evolved particularly in the last 4000 years. There are genitalia in this world. Get over it.
Also i saw a few mummies, which sounds cool, but was actually quite depressing. The thing is, when you see mummies, they can chase you, because, well, they're cursed, ill-mannered and their legs are wrapped in bandages individually - which is quite practical for propulsion purposes. This, however, is not so in real life. The legs are wrapped together, which makes the whole thing look rather a lot like a parsnip. And a parsnip is, generally speaking, one of the least frightening vegetables.
At least in my experience.
And although I acknowledge that a 4000 year old Egyptian parsnip chasing you can be a somewhat frightening experience, I think most people would get over it rather quickly. Especially when you take into account how it would propel itself forwards by jumping like a shrimp in a cartoon.
Also, I imagine this would have quite the impact on the self-esteem of said Egyptian-parsnip-shrimp-mummy. And it would probably not chase you all that enthusiastically anyway, more as going-through-the-motions-kind-of-thing.
Or so I imagine.
Anyway it is easter, and I'm going to go best my brother in Schnaps-drinking.
I'll work on making more focused and shorter updates in the future.
Adjø.
Here's a lesson for the Mac-user. Scrips (due to CrystalText I think it's called for Mac) doesn't look the same between PC and Mac. And Blogger.com does not keep this in mind. Therefore your headings and dates looks blurry on W7. Alright, I'm fucking flies, but nevertheless - in your face!
SvarSletI hope they served cold Carlsberg for those genitalia's. And now I know why it's called Italia.