The new freshness

I feel decidedly weird. And not, as it turns out, very much like writing. Soooo.... I won't. :P

Sizzle...

I can't even form proper sentences. The linguistic strings written by me hereafter are not to be judged on grammatical terms.

It's been quite a while since I've written. Obviously. Luckily I have purchased, with permission from my lovely wife, a rather nice notebook computer, that will henceforth be the cause of much sniping, as soon as I resume university life.

I love and adore life. I would have never thought that family could be so infinitely rewarding. I love my beautiful children, I lust for, and love my provocative, nay, intoxicating wife...
I realize that I seem to reiterate this point every single time I write, the self-evident conclusion is that this is something that has great and profound meaning to me. I still can't believe it.

No recent pictures forthcoming, the reason being, my camera is being "repaired". The hyphens are meant to illustrate the point that my camera is actually being "looked at" repeatedly, then being "sent back to the idiot customer", who "prolly won't notice" that nothing has been fixed.
Luckily I haven't been posting for a while, so I should be able to find a pic or two that hasn't been published yet :D The pic you see to the upper right was taken by Andreas, using his new (shitty) camera from Fætter BR, a danish toystore. He lurvs his lil' sis.
The one on the upper left is Andreas on the phone with his mormor, a very frequent occurence :)

Oooooooh boy.

I'm on a diet. Sweet bitter irony. It IS working though, I've lost about 3 kilograms since saturday, and am feeling much more energetic. What wonderful product brought about this miraculous change you ask? Constant, enervating hunger. Kidding. I'm on a shake-diet. That is to say, I mix powder with water, SHAKE, and gag. It's hideous.

On a lighter note, twelve days from now we are embarking on an epic journey... visiting the family in Germany. The apartment is almost finished, the last pieces of furniture are being assembled, the last pile of garbage being flambéd. Crivens.
"Boring" family life is... endlessly appealing. Who would have thought?
Here's a gratuitous baby picture!

So, it has come to this at last.

I find solace in quotations. You see, although I love the search for knowledge, the mystery of new discoveries, and the improvement of ones mind, I am, alas, not the most diligent student there ever was. I lack ambition and drive. Those terms are, to me, crass and vulgar, though they should not be, as they are what propel the motors of science and industry. To my unrefined mind they lack certain... playfulness. The quest for knowledge of oneself, the universe and everything should, above all, be FUN.
This train of thought led me to despair. Was I less intelligent, because I lacked the will to enforce my views and disputations on others? Joy of joys, good old Albert Einstein came thundering to the rescue, with easy to remember quotes, for young and old to enjoy!

"Knowledge is what remains, after one has forgotten what he has learned at school."

-Albert Einstein

See? Not a word-for-word quotation I'll grant you, but close enough and it delivers the joyful message for all to revel in.

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor

I am Twenty Four years of age, as of yesterday. This makes today monday the 13th, for another two minutes at least. I have quite recently imbibed an entire bottle of white wine by myself. Which, under normal circumstances, would by no means be extraordinary, should you but look two years into my past. But these days alcohol is no longer a frequently committed transgression of mine, in fact it has been... well, obviously not years since I have been drunk, but months does not quite suffice, narratively speaking. Although it is, if you take your fourth dimension seriously, absolutely correct... It lacks that certain something. Ages, although a grossly misused term in this day and age, must suffice. Ah, what would we do, were it not for the Americans and their abominable use of slang? This I ask of you.
I am, to put it in other words, slightly drunk. Inebriated, if you will. The entire family has been bedridden for the better part of a week now, and, quite frankly, I asked the permission of my wife to get drunk. It sounds so much crasser in writing than it did when transmitted by tongue and larynx to soundwaves... oh well, nothing perfidious about it, I assure you. As I have just spent a bit over and hour and a half singing my youngest child to sleep, I do not feel remiss in my parental, nor my spousal duties. The entire household sleeps soundly. I was the first to be infected by the malignant virus carried by our oldest from his Kindergarten to our unsuspecting home, and Cecilie nursed me for two days, until she herself contracted said most infectious disease.
Prelude from suite for Lute in G minor.
Now it is her time to sleep, and regain a measure of health. Alas, I am not fully restituted as of yet, my sickly disposition no doubt being the product of unhealthy living and lack of sleep.

The point of this particular textular escapade eludes me, it will not emerge, and so I abandon you, dear reader, to the static oblivion of the interminable internet once again. Join me next time for further regressions into my teenage years, or quite possibly to learn of my newest plan for world domination. Allegro.

Mettere radici

Or so it seems. I am, at the moment, feeling a tad antisocial. It has been literally months since I've seen any of my friends, been out, or done anything besides "family-stuff". Imagine my surprise when I found out I am quite content being a dad/husband. Mostly, anyway.
Once, every now and then, one does tend to miss a bit of brigandry, at least the type involving intoxicating liquids and bad singing, albeit the smoke usually associated with the aforementioned revelry is something I do happily without. Nevertheless, friends are an important part of a mans life, so it seems I should go about finding some again. Sigh.

A pink Alphonse Mucha day

The printer is malfunctioning... I didn't know electronics could do that, aren't they filled with microchips these days? Oh well.
Should you not be aware who Alphonse Mucha was... enter yourself into the Darwin Awards. Or check out what you've missed.

Mmmmm... Grandma.

Hey there, Uncle Man.

Floating in space

Do I know you from somewhere?

Andreas' 4th birthday. The kids were not as bored as they look on the picture, they're just masticating y'know ;)

Andreas lurvs his new hair cut.

The Amazing Bulding Blocks Kid! All the extensions are completely identical. Wow. When I was his age I was building... well basically walls.

My babies.