"I've made up my mind / Don't need to think it over / If I'm wrong I am right / Don't need to look no further / This ain't lust, I know this is love."
Ting å gjøre på en regntung dag (i tillegg til å skrive, redigere, kopiere dikt), sterkt inspirert av fashiontoast og andre fine dilldall-blogger, hanneli, marianne, easyfashion, med flere, om mote, tegning, skriving, spising, været, og andre essensielle fenomener: selv fordriver jeg tiden med lange morgenstunder, kaffe, tykklefser, Adele (plate: 19, spor: 3 og 9), fotografering (av tær, sko og gardiner), blogglesning, altså, generell nettsurfing, diktlesning, Ginsberg, Whitman, Tzara, Vindtorn, med flere, photoshopping, headbanging, rødvin, og dette:
Siste nummer av Agent X9, mitt absolutte favorittblad, samt mine egne skisser, kopiert derifra. Huhei. Første tegningen jeg har publisert noe sted, innbiller jeg meg, og da måtte det jo bli et portrett av en prima dame. Modesty Blaise er, blir, og har alltid vært, en av mine aller største heltinner i verden, fiktiv eller ei, og jeg bruker gladeling en hundrings i måneden på henne og Willie Garvin, ut på nye eventyr, dessuten får jeg Wayne Shelton og XIII og Spaghetti Brothers på kjøpet. Glad i tegneserier, jeg, ja. Og siden jeg ikke har scanner i huset, måtte det bli en liten "dagens gjøremål"-fotograficollage, som jeg i ettertidens vurderingslys igrunnen ble ganske fornøyd med. Lenge siden jeg har skriblet og rablet nå, det er faktisk en ganske avslappende aktivitet for både kropp, sjel og hjernemasse. Men jeg får ikke helt taket på disse halvprofilene. Vrien jævelskap. Men moro. Utfordringer i sommerkulden, hurra!
Also: I just died. And went to heaven. This is, apparently, a exclusive (and gobsmackingly spoiler-ridden) behind the scenes-image from the last of this year's Doctor Who specials, the big finale, the most terrifying, long-awaited, ridiculously overhyped episode of any TV series, ever, featuring David Tennant, of course, appropriately dressed for his very last adventure in everyone's favourite brown suit, and boy am I gonna miss that man, but even more interesting, to his left, none other than Mr. Bond himself, Timothy Dalton, also one of my favourite actors of all time, who's even played Rochester in my second favourite "Jane Eyre" screen adaptation, of all time, mind the records, now starring as a Time Lord (!!!) from Gallifrey, complete with gallant robes and everything, and to his right, taking time off from Mars or wherever he is, to make an utmost suprising return to his role as the Master, everyone's favourite villain, throughout the series, Mr. John Simm, also known as Sam Tyler, and this all leaves me dazed and dumbfounded save for a single, quite inevitable comment: oh dear. I'm looking forward to this so much, I can hardly breathe. What news!
And, as if this was not enough, DigitalSpy claims that during the finals, Rose will get married (!!!) to Ten's Double, Cloney, 10.5, or whatever we should name him; the guy who emerged from a hand and stole the blue suit, in any case; and that the two of them will start a family over in the alternate universe and the proper Doctor, who is actually the same Doctor, or original clone, or whatever, etc, will give them their blessings, that is: himself, and that Sarah Jane will also wed somebody, regardless of whom, and that the Doctor will make a cameo appearance and wish her the best, too, and all this sounds pretty fucking fantastic fanatically brilliant, if you ask me. (However, they also claim that Martha will marry Mickey, at some point, so I'm not sure if I should believe any of it.)
...moreover, the new companion to Matt Smith's Eleventh Doc is called Karen Gillan, is 21 years old, has read hair, and appears - according to the beeb - energetic and excited, and is of course completely unknown, as far as the tabloid press is concerned, almost like her counterpart, and Freema Agyeman sings her praise already. I don't really know if I have enough energy left to consider this. Or if I even care. (...) ROSE MIGHT BE BACK! WITH JAMES BOND!