Look!

Dexter Morgan doesn't eat his pizza crusts either!

Dexter

I love this show!

But... I'm a TV eater. I don't mean that I have to eat whenever I watch TV, but rather that I have to watch TV whenever I eat. So the problem with Dexter is that it includes quite disgusting scenes of torture and dismembered body parts, with all that follows of blood, screams and disturbing sounds of electrical drills and plastic sheets... Not exactly something to whet your appetite.

But I still love this show! Though I feel like I shouldn't...

Daydreaming

Of course I decided to have a little look at the Internet. You know, as you do when you have no time at all to do so... I googled my favourite car and fell in love with it all over again! If I had the money for it, I would've bought it in a heartbeat!


I'm thinking peace-signs.... I'm thinking painted flowers and white doves... I'm thinking a John Lennon poster on the inside wall... I'm thinking carpeted floor and colourful cushions... I'm thinking hard plastic plates and portable barbecue.... I'm thinking amazing road trips!



I'm guessing it won't help saying I want one for Christmas....?

Why do today the things you can avoid doing tomor...

Procrastination reaches a whole other level when you find yourself watching 7th Heaven just for the sake of not doing anything useful.




That being said, look what I found on Etsy.com (while happily avoiding writing an e-mail to my professor):




I love these pictures! They'll look magnificent on the wall next to the Morrissey print I bought earlier! Well, actually they won't, but I could always put them on opposite walls! Unfortunately, the last time I opened my wallet I swear there were moths flying out of it. But in case you feel like buying them for me as a Christmas present, you can find them here: how i got my stutter and The Butterfly Suicide II . *big, shiny puppy eyes*

PS.
I meant to post this earlier today, but one of the characters in Home&Away is dying, so I had to catch that first. And then there were dinner and Friends and Scrubs... I also meant for it to be a longer post, but if I stop now I can watch Miami Ink and avoid reading that boring chapter on The Penal Laws in Ireland in the 1700s for another hour. Come to think of it, I think my room needs tidying up too!

*happy grin*

These are my new boots, and I love them! Which is good, because I couldn't actually afford them, in a "had-to-take-money-from-my-saving's-account"-sort of way. Not because they were in any way expensive (500 NOK, which isn't too bad), but simply because only had 39,90 NOK left on my account.

(To the left you can see Robin Hood, and to the right you can see his tennis ball. Lovely background, I must say...)

Robin says....

The new addition to our family, called Robin Hood, has found a favourite place to have a snooze. Problem is, sis is taking this backpack to Spain on Monday. Hopefully without the little hitchhiker in the top pocket....

Treat yourself, or else...

Amazon scares me. It’s like the traffic accident that people tend to overuse as an example to these things: you don’t want to look, but you can’t look away either. It (Amazon, not the traffic accident) keeps you constantly logged in from the first time you order something, so that as soon as you visit them again, you’re met by the words “Ada, we have recommendations for you.” Oh, excellent, just what I need on this dreary August evening: ideas on what to spend money on next.

I involuntarily push the link, simply out of a healthy curiosity about whether or not they get it right this time. You see, sometimes they can be totally spot on, or “scarily accurate”, as those crappy facebook applications keep promising (without going completely off-topic, I have to say that they’re really not!). Other times Amazon has gotten it so wrong that I have to double- and triple check that it’s really my name on the recommendations list. And they underline their choices by more or less good excuses, like “We recommend this unofficial biography about a man who once got close to almost touching Prince’s guitar because you added “Meat is Murder” by The Smiths to your wish list.”
Why, of course!

But that’s sort of okay, though, and easily fixed, because all you have to do is check the “not interested”-box, and refresh your recommendations until the whole page is filled with only things you really want. Which is basically when it gets scary. The computer now has a fairly good idea of who you are and what you had for breakfast, and starts suggesting one temptation after the other, almost addictively.

- What’s this? A DVD collection of Dylan Moran’s stand-up shows?
Add.
- Yes, as a matter of fact I would like this Belle & Sebastian-album.
Add.
- A biography about Patti Smith would be heavenly.
Add.
- And I’d adore another Morrissey DVD.
Add.
- A previously unheard of superhero costume that wouldn’t even look good on Heidi Klum? Well, you never know.
Add.

It all ends up on the wish list because otherwise I might forget that they exist. Which I do anyway, I should put in, and am only reminded every time I visit Amazon and they go “Buy something from your wish list today! Go on, you know you want to! Look, here’s a small selection of the things you’ve forgotten that you decided you couldn’t live without just a week ago. Come on, treat yourself! After all, it’s only Tuesday once a week, and you could die crossing the street tomorrow!”

And the emails they send! Like, why do I want the collector's edition of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, when there’s a perfectly ordinary edition available at a much, much cheaper price? Why? Well, because the collector's edition features "a reproduction of J.K. Rowling's handwritten introduction; 10 illustrations not featured in the Standard Edition or the original; metal skull, corners, and clasp; velvet bag embroidered with J.K. Rowling's signature; replica gemstones; and tucked inside a case disguised as a wizarding textbook from the Hogwarts library". That’s why. I'm not 100 % sure what gemstones are, but I know I want them!

And if Amazon hadn’t sent me an email with a picture of it, jovially telling me to Pre-order it now!, I wouldn’t even have known about this edition in the first place.


I think I need to take a nap.