It was a nice country while it lasted.
Yeah, until it was overrun by zombie Ibsen clones....
Ten percent of nothing is -- let me do the math here -- nothing into nothing, carry the --
Jayne ,'Serenity'
Natter 33 1/3
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Mar 07, 2005 1:33:04 pm PST #4921 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
bon bon - Mar 07, 2005 1:33:56 pm PST #4922 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I think it makes Norway seem ADORABLE.
I seem to remember being able to see The Scream from the front door of the museum.
Aims - Mar 07, 2005 1:41:37 pm PST #4923 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Norway: Nicer Than You.
Forget Norway...
Only in Kenya...
Rick - Mar 07, 2005 1:53:22 pm PST #4924 of 10002
Munch is a very interesting character psychologically. He had all of that anguished artwork when he was young. Then, in middle-age, he went through an intense and apparently successful psychotherapy. Much of his later work is gloriously optimistic and joyful, including a wonderful mural-sized expressionist sunrise in the university hall where they announce the Nobel Peace Prize every year.
During my slacker years I spent some time in the little village on the Oslo fjord where Munch kept his summer cottage before he died in the 1940s. In the afternoons, the caretaker of Munch's cottage would give me strong coffee and tell me stories about the artist. The elderly and only recently optimistic Munch was one of Norway's last victims of WWII. Toward the end of the German occupation, a Norwegian resistance team blew up a German freighter that was anchored out in the fjord. Munch's housekeeper thought that it was the start of the allied invasion, so she put Munch into the root cellar where he would be safe. Once in the cellar he caught pneumonia and he died a few days later.
Cashmere - Mar 07, 2005 2:13:21 pm PST #4925 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
What is it with the Munchs that people can't stay away from?
I was cleaning out my kitchen cabinets today and you know what I found? Dutched cocoa. Yup. Authentic, European style (whatever that means) Dutched cocoa. And I have cake flour, too.
I need to experiement with the baking before the Elmo cake pan I ordered comes in for O's birthday. I'm thinking cupcakes.
Jesse - Mar 07, 2005 2:15:41 pm PST #4926 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I've never been camping, and that does not make me the least bit sad.
Smart girl.
I just went for a medium-sized walk, home from the yummy yummy food store. So all's well that ends well.
DXMachina - Mar 07, 2005 2:24:38 pm PST #4927 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
What is it with the Munchs that people can't stay away from?
Sometimes you just get the Munchies.
Lee - Mar 07, 2005 2:25:10 pm PST #4928 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
When I came to work today, I had 538 emails in my inbox. Now I have five.
I think I should save the sent mail file for tomorrow though.
Lee - Mar 07, 2005 2:52:46 pm PST #4929 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It really needs to be 5:30 now. Why isn't it yet?
amych - Mar 07, 2005 2:55:35 pm PST #4930 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
It really needs to be 5:30 now. Why isn't it yet?
Because it's 8:00?