You know, not everyone has achieved the label "über-skinny starlet" in the press.

But, anyway...

Two cherubs, one cloud.

Favorit i repris. Som man säger.

Kungen är ute och jagar älg igen. Detta meddelade Rapport i ett reportage i gårdagens sändning:

[bild på en man i skogen klädd i grönt som röker en cigarr]

Och i gränstrakterna mellan Dalarna och Västmanland har kungen tillsammans med direktörer, grevar, friherrar och politiker jagat älg de senaste två dagarna, och vår monark gick inte lottlös

[bild på en man som lyfter huvudet på en död älg genom att dra den i örat]

- nä ja sköt en liten pinn en pinn-pinn-tjur, en ko, kalv och en pinn-pinn, pinn-tjur, som man säger.

[slut på reportaget]

Jag ser ingen annan lösning...

Var det vi som undrade huruvida det enbart är kvinnor som släpps in på Ladies' Night? Hursomhelst är det tydligen någon därute, närmare bestämt en busschaufför, som också har funderat. I cirka åtta mil funderade han, för att slutligen ta ställning och agera.

Man thrown off bus in gender row.

Mer musik.

Yesterday I learned that apparently, I drink more alcohol than 63% of the Swedish population.

Today I learned that Patrick Wolf has released a new album AND that he can pull off blonde. Am I late?

Tomorrow I will learn about Poland. And how they can't pull off the blonde.

Jesus "loves" me.

I got a brand new old bike. It’s blue and charming with silvery details. Got it for free from the Jansson’s, I did. They’re good people, thoroughly reliable. If they would run for mandates in the EU, they would definitely get my vote.

I’m thinking of repainting their house, to surprise them, as a thank you. Maybe fuchsia. Maybe not the whole house, as I have neither the time nor the money. Their front door perhaps. Maybe I’ll just decorate the door with stickers. Various unique stickers. And not like that old Subaru we bought years ago that was covered with Jesus-loves-you-stickers, exclusively. No, I would offer mixed messages. On the Jansson door. IF I had the time.

Stor i Afghanistan

http://www2.unt.se/lålaärhetastpåskolgården

Mer ögongodis:

Trappa

Patrull


Så. Du kan komma hem nu.

An era has come to an end.

Moa died two days ago. The stupid dog who ate too much, puked too often and smelled badly. The dog who hated other dogs, were suspicious of people and only a couple of months ago attacked and sunk her teeth into a harmless Golden Retriever. The dog who always took my spot on the sofa at the kitchen table. The dog who spent her summers on her back, bronzing her belly in the sun. The dog who I taught tricks and ran around and played with.The dog who’s been around for more than half my life. The dog who I respected and loved more than I will ever do any other dog.

For once, I did not reproach Whedon for making a seventh season of Buffy. There is death, tears, dog death and general misery. I watched nine episodes in a row and cried myself to sleep.

I’m okay, but I miss her.

Pay up!

Att läsa "nyheter" ska inte vara lika fniss-framkallande som DNs hemsida är. Journalister är verkligen ett intressant släkte. Och svenska byråkrater lika så.