At the Lighthouse

American Dad rules my frickin’ world. That is all.

(I apologize for the fact that most of my posts are very short entries with an embedded youtube video latley. I am so tired these days. Tired, and stressed out. I haven’t had the energy to write anything particularly interesting or lengthy, but I still want to update on a semi regular basis, so these brief posts are sort of a compromise on my part.)

Assuming that I still have any readers left, I am so sorry that I haven’t updated in so long. I’m alive and well, but I’ve been busy. I’m going to work, and writing my thesis, and then (and this is the real killer) The Boyfriend and I are renovating our kitchen, and it’s been going on for more than a month now, and it’s such an exhausting project (despite the fact that The Boyfriend is the one doing all the actual work  – I have little to no practical skills), and I simply haven’t had a lot of time nor energy for blogging. But the kitchen ought to be done very soon now (as in tomorrow, hopefully), and I’ll get back to updating on a regular basis. In the meantime, I thank you for your patience.

Ecstatic after having finished my exam yesterday (and it went really well!), I’m now allowing myself a week off from studies, before I start working on my thesis, and I hope to be able to catch up on my blogging during this week – these past few weeks have left me little time to do that because I’ve been so busy and stressed out.  

And here’s something I thought you might enjoy: Bloggasm has managed to get an interview with the creator of the Literal Video Version of the “Total Eclipse of the Heart” that I posted a couple of weeks ago. An interesting read! I’m already looking forward to David Scott’s take on Air Supply.

Things are going to be quiet at the blog for the next week or so, because tomorrow I’m going to Damascus! The Boyfriend and I are visiting some friends who are staying there at the moment, and I can’t wait. That is, if we don’t get held up at the airport as suspected bearers of the swine flu. Both The Boyfriend and I have been unfortunate enough to catch a bad cold, and we’ve spent the past two days in bed, trying to recover from it. But I think we’re finally better now and almost ready to go.

See you in a week! Hopefully I’ll have lots of lovely pictures from Syria to share with you all by then.

An aquaintance in my facebook network posted a link to this video today.

Man. Just… wow. I have nothing very interesting or insightful to say about the music at this moment; it’s just that it’s been a while since I last listened to Wagner’s Ring cycle, and the beauty and magnitude of the music really overwhelmed me. So I wanted to share it with you.

Following up on my analysis last week of the infamous Mime Rapist episode of Little House on the Prairie, here’s a wonderful video I happened upon on yesterday:

Genius. Pure and simple. The best part is that the trailer is cut so intriguingly that I’d totally watch this horror flick if it were real. Although I do think that the Mime Rapist should have had at least one cameo. And the editor might alos have included the shot of Ingalls’ neighbour Alice Garvey as she used Mary’s baby boy as a battering ram when trying to get out of the burning school for the blind in that season 6 episode (I am not making this up).

The fact that it enables you to stumble upon random hidden treasures such as the California Raisins Go to College – Coloring Book.

Be sure to read the highly amusing captions that the blogger made for the college adventures of the wrinkly, fruity protagonist. Awesome.

Here’s something I’ve been wanting to post for the longest time: It’s a picture I snapped on a bleak Spring day earlier this year, coming out of the Humanities Faculty in Copenhagen after a lecture. The picture shows an abandoned house next to the Faculty and, more importantly, it shows a graffiti text that reads (in Danish) “FOUCAULT IS GAY”

It just cracked me up. The statement works, of course, on several levels. And where else in the world, other than outside of a humanities faculty building, would you find this kind of graffiti?

/marie