God søndag og velkommen til nye smakebiter!
Nå har jeg akkurat kommet hjem fra jobb og skal ta meg en liten middagshvil. Jeg har vært skikkelig forkjølet denne uken, og i dag gikk det selvfølgelig ut over stemmen. Så det ordet jeg har hørt mest i dag er HVA? Nå tenker jeg å bare ikke si noe på en stund og håpe stemmen kommer raskt tilbake!
Jeg har en liste med mine favorittsitat. Noen av dem er bare en setning, mens andre er skikkelig lange. I dag skal du få det som må være det lengste. Det er akkurat min type humor samtidig som det er så mye sant i det og jeg synes det er vakkert:
“I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen – I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.
I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.
I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.
I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.
I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.
I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.
I believe in a personal God who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.
I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”



Da jeg begynte å skrive blogg hadde jeg noen innlegg om rare og fantastiske ting en kunne finne hvis en dykket ned i det utrolig store internett, og ikke minst brukte
omgang tenker jeg meg denne som du ser på bildet, og som selvfølgelig er fra Tolkiens Ringenes Herre. Teksten den er hentet fra ser du på det gule bildet.
Men, så så jeg en annen tatovering fra serien Det mørke tårn av Stephen King. Disse bøkene er mine favorittbøker over alt annet, og jeg kan egentlig ikke forklare det, men jeg leser dem om igjen og om igjen. Og når du gjør det er det en setning som blir veldig betydningsfull. Og det er den aller første setningen; «The man in black fled accross the desert, and the gunslinger followed.» Så fant jeg bilde av ei som hadde tatt den tatoveringen, fulgt av utvalgte bilder og en tatovering på den andre armen, hvor det står: «The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home». Som jeg ikke akkurat nå kommer på hvilken av de syv bøkene det kommer fra. 

















