Your body is a wonderland

Meeting tomorrow, and Lolly advises us all to wear the stripy Rocky mouth t-shirt. While waiting for the magical hour, I advise you all to dress and undress Britney Spears. Don’t you just adooore the mini size eagle top? I wish they would enable us to change the color of her lips, I’d give her some shade of lusciously whorish pink. Or even better, enable Jennifer Connelly; Hey, tiny! *high-five*

Anyway. Tomorrow.

A Challenge!!! with exhibitionism!! and jacuzzis!

We like pictures. Shiny pictures! Do you like pictures?

The year of "förpuppning" is coming to an end, and we like sums. Sometimes it is even fun to summarise. Therefore lets each provide a mathematical term to describe the past 12 months of our joint, or not joint life. Or we could just describe our year in a series of 12 more or less pointless, arrogant or plainly plain pictures.

Pressure, but good pressure, like in a steamy jacuzzi with glistening and tanned and flexing and pumping and....yeah, nevermind. In reality this is just a mindless attempt to fit a few more posts into the 2009 archive of this blog. If you feel like this is a worthy cause then upload your 12 pictures describing the past year and lets all look at them and laugh ourselves silly while we engage in a brilliant example of virtual exhibitionism.

Update

So Lolly got home safely from war-zone, ignored the K-Mart, had a pizza and was taught how to play poker by Mousse. Ape tried to help instructing, but no one really heard what the Ape said. Cookies were had, popcorns munched and plans for some sort of exit-urban exploration walk were laid out. Lolly was told of the contemporary Sweden: Reinfeldt & co secretly putting pieces of glass in frozen chicken (and sausages, beer and pyttipanna) and then that alluring place called Spotify to which everyone seems to have found their way. She was puzzled, and in awe. Had too much changed? Did she perhaps long back to isolation?

Music: David Bowie
Food: Pizza
Topic: Trauma
Activity: Card games
Wronged: tiny

And I walk away bruised.

As I woke up this morning to a new set of bruises I couldn't help wonder; How common an occurrence is bruising as a consequence of social interactions? Is it standard practice to always walk away physically bruised? Cause it sure appears to be standard in my circle, the one you are in.

See I've got nothing against it, perhaps I even revel in it, but that doesn't stop me from wondering if this is how other people interact. Or at least people our age, cause as I remember bruises and scrapes were very common around the same time as you ate dirt. At the age of 24 (kinda) however...I'm curious.


http://open.spotify.com/track/5tZNWMJbL2Ti1xm1zlTMyr

Lately Very Hungry

To begin with, and I’ve been meaning to say this earlier, I think it was awfully wrong of me and Ape to criticize Joss Whedon for building the Scoobies’ love and friendship solely on outsidership. I mean, come on! Let us be free to dissect and reject anything. Anything but that. We simply can't afford to lose faith in our loving unity of disunity.

Secondly, I am expecting this week to be filled with anguish over my exam and the fact that I should be studying and that that feeling will in turn not make me study, but at least make me blog and thus satisfy my productive self, however insignificant a part of me. As it is now, I do nothing but eat chocolate. But worry not, for it is but Monday, and this IS actually a post.

And thirdly, today’s song:

Emilíana Torrini – Jungle Drum

Oddball update (tediously refreshing or refreshingly tedious?)

Today I thought I wanted to go out, drink large amounts of alcohol and dance my brains out. But as the Ape was out of money and tiny doesn’t do too well in public (for all the best reasons) the Oddballs spent their Saturday night indoors, almost sober.

One would fear that the night was only that – cocooned and dry. But nay! The Ape had brought her “bag of tricks” containing this:

a large bottle of flat Coca Cola,
a deck of cards,
a book on fortune-telling,
a Vampire erotica-film,
a bag of popped corn
and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon with a label featuring Elvis.

All this, together with tiny’s wearing make-up, a dress and high heels, made it a great night. We never tasted the wine, but the presence of the King was obviously enough for us to start tell me fortunes (I'm getting married soon), eat thousands of popcorns, dance like freaks and then finally plunge into the gory but subtle erotica of The Living Dead Girl. A subtlety that naturally anticipated dissection and explicitness in this outspoken guild of Odds.

Ich bin eine originalen Mozartkugeln

Now show me yours.

Which Oddball Are You, Truly? NEW!


EDIT: I've made improvements. Same shit. But better. I hope. Plus two new questions.

Which Oddball are you? (old version)



And after the quiz, take a look at your picture:

You are Tiny!
You are Lolita!
You are Ape!
You are Mousse!
You are the King! NEW!

How to be an Oddball - Lesson 1

How to be an Oddball - Lesson 1

The Small Things

Being an Oddball is all about the small things and finding immense joy and pleasure in them.

Remember when you were a young child and your imagination made fantastical worlds of the mind a possibility and a reality. That’s the feeling being an Oddball can give back to you.

You need to be able to appreciate the small things in life and in this world in order to experience worlds beyond it. Not until you have opened your mind to the odd and the random will your soul truly be that of an Oddball.

Why only live in the now when you can create memories that are so sweet and marvellous that the sheer thought of them forces you to throw your head back and laugh out loud.

Now you have heard the teachings of the Oddballs, ponder and return to your life a richer person.

Introductions

There are so many words one could use to describe us, so very many. But then again what’s in a word, will you really understand us by reading the definition of us, would you not much rather want to understand what’s behind that definition. Get to the bottom of the problem, so to speak.

Abctraqt (aka Mama Muscle Beaver, Lolita, Pirate Nun, Latex woman, Daddy). She is our leading void. Has a tendency to fall asleep when intoxicated, and no one, no one can make a leek seem more inappropriate and/or lust filled, than she. When the Gods created Decadence they had Abctraqt in mind.

K-Mart (Tiny, Philosophy Girl, Power Girl, Bubbles, Mama). The Fantasy expert, and our personal favourite sugar junkie. Give her something to obsess about and no one will touch the depths of her knowledge. Every once in a while the Oddballs need logic and that is when they turn to K-Mart, and she has yet to fail them.

Mousse (aka Moosq, MousseQue, Ghetto-Majken, Lord Henry). With always something inappropriate to say she can liven up any gathering, and turn the most absurd and taboo subjects into sweet, sweet comedy. Her obsession of Good vs Evil provides an endless flood of entertainment to be had for the group.

Ape (aka Jolly Ape, Dorian, Rockster, Mistress of Disgust). The socially inept eccentric of the group. Disgust is her game, and an expert at arrogant while drunk. The lapdog (but life partner is more fun) of Mousse. Feels lost and disoriented without someone to lead her, after all she was born a sidekick (she’s the spandex to the Hero’s leather).

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Oddball is the state of mind where nothing is really wrong. Compare it if you wish to Zen, it’s a complete relaxed state where ideas and thoughts are let to roam freely. It’s about the power of a group of twisted individuals minds. Can you live in a society without being a part of it?

Stay updated on this post-post-modern social and psychological experiment in outsidership.