Also, completely unrelated, but I think I need to get myself a norse mythology/viking icon. But where to get a really good one - hmmm. Maybe something in urnes style...
First) I think the cinema staff needs more breaks (or maybe just more coffee), because they managed to put on the wrong movie - and while I'm sure Cars 2 is very fun and everything, it isn't exactly superhero-in-WWII. Mind you, the tiny Toy Story animated movie is quite adorable.
Second) Dear fandom at large. You now have a 1940's character stuck in the present. Kindly indulge my love of past fishes out of temporal water stuck in present day culture clash stories. Please?
Why is it that every time I really should be doing a whole lot of stuff that needs to be done within a time limit, I'll manage to stumble across yet another fairly long and entertaining fanfic (and for some reason, it's usually Clex fic)... (seriously, you'd think the internet would run out of them...)???
"Shut up, Sammy, they're almost at the good part."
"It's Sam - and why are we watching - what is that anyway? Is that babies?"
"Important babies. My niece and nephew."
"Well, adopted. And a few generations of greats on top, but yeah."
"Yes, adopted. And if I miss the names because you won't shut your cakehole, I'm gonna make you speak in iambic pentameter for a month."
"Shutting up, shutting up"
Brought to you by the fact, that the mythical first king of Denmark was supposed to be a son of Odin's and that, if people like Snorri and Saxo are to be trusted, the modern royals are more or less direct decendants... and since Gabriel is somehow or other supposed to be Loki and Loki was Odin's adopted brother...
And I still think they should name the boy Elvis :-)
Don't get me wrong, it's nice that there are apparently still people over at the Pit reading my fic and liking it, and I know I am being childish and spoiled and ungrateful, but dammit, just once in a while, couldn't they actually leave a review instead of me getting those "someone has favourited your story" mails...
And in other things I probably won't get, I noticed that Netto is apparently selling trips to outer space - well, gift cards. Which nevertheless begs the question of why anybody with half a million to waste would be shopping in Netto in the first place...
When I sit down to watch a dvd - a dvd that I've acquired quite legally, paid good money for (to a rental company, but still, paid for the right to watch it) - why do you punish me? Why do you stick one of those stupid Bevar Originalerne adds on that were everywhere a few years ago and which I could never stand? Why did you specifically stick on the one with Søren Fauli, a man whose presence on the tv screen has the same effect on me as Poul Dissing's voice, i.e. I can not stand it (like fingernails across a blackboard, a viceral dislike, complete and utter do not want!!!!)? And why did you do it in such a way that I couldn't skip and I couldn't even fastforward?
Seriously, who the fuck do you think you are? Punishing me with Fauli? When all I have done is rent a bloody dvd with Jekyll???!!! Who the fuck do you think you are????!!!!!