Some words just stick to your brain. Like this sentence I heard in a podcast a while back. It stuck so hard I had to do something, and here’s the result. I mostly use it as a facebook cover photo, but you can also get it on t-shirts and other stuff on redbubble.
It works! Mostly. There’s still some stuff to iron out, but it works! And it’s playable! And a bit weird, seeing as the grid is 14×9 instead of the original 10×20. But is works! In other words: It’s expanding! I’m still happy he proposed to me using snake, though.
This is not the post I had planned on writing about our bookshelf. I had planned on writing about how we went to look at this flat just for fun and, you know, scope out the neighbours. I was going to write about how, when we entered the living room, I looked at the wall
So, this video is raging around the internet right now, and for good reason. Just watch it. You probably have three minutes now anyway, so just do it. And now that you’ve watched it: Can we please stop with the victim-blaming, please? Pretty please? I know people mean well. I know they don’t necessarily mean
I discovered this song via The Bloggess. A song about that feeling we get some times, as Tim Minchin says. When you feel like you’re the smallest doll in a babushka doll. Anyways, I kinda needed it now. Maybe you do to? This is my brain, and it’s fine. It’s where I spend the vast
I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things
I think it’s much more interesting
Since my last post were about Daft Hands, and my boyfriend just sent me this video, I’ll just let myself post the same song twice in a row. But seriously, this guy does some cool stuff with his rubics cube. Check it out!
Every now and then I rediscover something awesome, and realise I actually mean that everyone should see it. This one is awesome even if you’re not a fan of Daft Punk. I just love it!
As some of you might know, I went to the Dare Conference this week to have a talk about some of the struggles I’ve gone through the last few years and how I’ve coped with them. I had a great time at the conference, and met a lot of new awesome people. There are many
I found this video via Stakkars Oss – an image blog showing the beauty of Oslo, this city everyone loves to hate. The city with nothing but cold people and concrete streets, with no redeeming factor. Yeah, right. “Stakkars Oss” is an expression meaning “feel sorry for us”, and highlights what people in Oslo loves
It’s not just the tune I’ve got a hang-up on here. Just look at that awesome video! Check out their website and Facebookpage! You can get the full album on iTunes. Make sure to listen to the lyrics, there’s quite the story there about how the character feels about her meeting with the bouncer when
Yes, I said boobs. I decided I’d think a bit loud when it comes to the whole speaking at Dare-thing, so I’m just going to go through all the scary shit I’ve done, one at a time. Todays topic, my dear friends: Boobs. Yes. There some things all women over a certain size know.
Don’t make people pay for music. Let them – Amanda Fucking Palmer There’s something about that, letting people pay for stuff without forcing them. Not pressuring people into buying from you, but let people give you money for what you make. If it’s good, and if it resonates, you’ll get paid. Or at least that’s
…and he’ll think for a lifetime My tablet hasn’t been working for some time, but today, as I was plugging it in to try figure out if I can get it fixed or should be looking for a new one, it worked. Just like that. Go figure. To celebrate, I quickly squibbled these lines from
Some days just needs that extra bit of energy. Today is one of them. Luckily, I found this Ted-talk from Drew Dudley, that he held on a Tedx-event in Toronto on everyday leadership. He talks about how we should embrace the small things we do that has an impact on others. Those things you do
Every now and then I decide I kinda actually like some of the music I’ve heard of a band and that I really should’ve started listening to them sooner. Moby is one of them. It started in the record shop. I suddenly got the urge to buy a Moby album, but which one? As usual