Monthly Archives: October 2014


Since our Internet has broken down completely right now, and I have about 400 megabytes left on my cell phone plan, I have no idea how often I can manage to update this blog before the Internet is back.

Oh well.

Today I went to work, and it was a new place. I love going to work at places I haven’t worked before, because obviously a lot of people doing what I do doesn’t do a good job. (Bad sentence, I know.)

Anyways, it was fun, and I got to do something else than sitting at the checkout all day.

I managed to hurt myself a little on a cardboard box full of fruit, though.



After work, I went to my favourite gaming shop and treated myself to a new game.


New, as in I didn’t have it yet, of course. I have the least filled Pokedex possible, with one captured and three seen, but as fast as I get Pokeballs, I’m gonna capture me a Bidoof. Yeah!

Now I own Sapphire, Fire Red, White and Pearl.

Then I took Husband home, and we cooked pasta with camembert and ham.


I am so full right now, it’s not even funny. Well, maybe a bit funny.

My Sunday Feeling

It’s Sunday. It’s quite rainy and windy and grey outside, and I crave hot chocolate. We have no milk. And due to the weather I really don’t wanna go to a shop to fetch milk neither.

I’m also slightly hungover. Not enough to drop work if I get a shift tonight. Just enough to feel slightly miserable and nauseated. But then again, if I get a shift, I have to leave the house and enter a grocery shop anyways, and I can buy milk. So that’s a thing.

In other news: Our Internet provider decided that the street we live in is overloaded. Again. So they reduced our Internet speed. Again. Now we are three family units sharing a 1 Mbit wireless connection. I can barely read online newspapers because of pictures taking forever to load. Facebook is a pain. And YouTube and Netflix is basically not even worth trying. Want an example? I reloaded my blog in my browser, and Husband’s Diablo III character died due to latency.

So we’re kinda angry about that.

But then again, barely any Internet is a great excuse to play Final Fantasy IV on my DS, so there’s always that.

“Epic” (2013)

Husband brought some new movies we hadn’t seen (or, at least I hadn’t seen any of them) when he came home Wednesday. Among them was the animated movie Epic. So we watched it.

I went in with healthy skepticism. I hadn’t heard anything about this movie. I knew it came out, yes, but I don’t even know if anyone I know have even watched it.

I loved it.

And of course my brain found something to obsess about for the whole movie. You see, this is part of the soundtrack:

And my brain was, like, “Where have I heard this before?”

Half an hour after the movie was done, though, my brain finally remembered. Listen to this:

Although not as “completely identical” as my brain insisted on, they have a lot of similarities. And there is such a relief to actually find the thing your brain is looking for. You’re trying to remember something that’s just slipping your memory several times, before you finally can pinpoint it.

But back to the movie. I loved it. If you like things like a tiny society of people in the forest, watch this. It’s quite epic indeed.

“Do you want a bag?”

I currently work for a firm that rents people out to work in grocery shops. The firm call me, and tell me where and when I need to be somewhere, and I get paid.

It sucks sometimes, but I get a decent pay.

I want to tell you about asking customers if they want a bag. My job is to greet the customer cheerfully, scan their stuff, ask them if they want a bag, tell them their total, accept money, ask if they want a receipt, and then wish them a nice day/weekend/night/whatever. There are posters in the back room in some of the shops, telling the employees to do just this.

And still some customers gets really pissed because I ask them whether or not they want a bag.

There are actually two situations they get annoyed by the question. It’s either:
a) when they have bought just one item, and don’t see the need for a bag, and
b) when they buy a lot, and there’s no way they can carry it home without a bag, and I should bloody well not have to ask.

Point b). How should I, as the cashier, know that your pockets aren’t full of bags that you intend to use? | From

I have been in several situations that makes these two arguments for not having to ask for a bag invalid. Let’s take the two points.

For point a): I have had a surprising amount of customers that want a bag for their lollipop. Yes. I’m not kidding. Those tiny lollipops most grocery shops have? Yup, customers wanted bags. And if I don’t ask them if they want a bag, they will ask for a bag after they’ve paid, hoping to get it for free. (Since bags cost 0.99 kr a piece. Not a lot, but if it happens often, we lose money. Not good.) And if I ask, they are less likely to try asking for a free bag. This is the reason why I ask you if you want a bag, no matter how few items you buy.

For point b): News flash – there is a thing called shopping nets. It saves the environment, and you won’t have to pay for a plastic bag every time you go shopping. And some people even reuse old plastic bags for another trip to the grocery shop, and have several bags folded together in their pockets. I don’t have x-ray vision, so I don’t know whether or not you have your pockets filled with shopping bags. So I’ll have to ask. Also, I would like to know how many bags you want, since they aren’t free. And, sometimes people buy extra grocery bags for their trash cans, since they’re about the right size for many bins.

So since there are so many different people, buying or not buying grocery bags, I will have to ask every single customer whether or not they want a bag. It’s that simple. And yelling at me “because I should know better” doesn’t change the fact that my job is to ask you for a bag, or make your or my day any better. I am trying my best to give you the best service I can manage, no matter how I feel, and no matter how much of an idiot I think you are.

Disclaimer: Most customers are fantastic. Even though I use the pronoun “you” doesn’t mean you specifically.



This is the weather forecast on my cell phone today. It makes great promises about the fantastic weather we’re obviously having.


Yeah. Doesn’t look sunny. Also, now it just started raining. Haha.

So yeah. Husband left me for a couple of days, so I’m on my way to town to buy myself a coffee, and maybe knit a little. I have a tiny hope that someone will join me, so we’ll see.


So what am I currently knitting? I am in the process of making some purple slipper thingies for my Madam Mim costume for Halloween. I need sixteen squares, and have made six and a half.

Danse Macabre

Since Halloween/Samhain is right around the corner, I want to tell you about my favourite piece of classical music.

And no. I don’t love it solely because the composer and I basically have the same name.

This piece of music makes me want to put on a really large black skirt, head to the nearest cemetery on midnight, Halloween, and dance. But since this might be the most offensive and disrespectful thing I ever wanted in my whole life, I’ll pass. I might not always be the most considerate thing in the world, but there are some things I just won’t do.

Some snipped-out information from the Wikipedia article:

According to legend, “Death” appears at midnight every year on Halloween. Death calls forth the dead from their graves to dance for him while he plays his fiddle (here represented by a solo violin). His skeletons dance for him until the rooster crows at dawn, when they must return to their graves until the next year. The piece opens with a harp playing a single note, D, twelve times (the twelve strokes of midnight) which is accompanied by soft chords from the string section. The solo violin enters playing the tritone consisting of an A and an E-flat—in an example of scordatura tuning, the violinist’s E string has actually been tuned down to an E-flat to create the dissonant tritone. The first theme is heard on a solo flute, followed by the second theme, a descending scale on the solo violin which is accompanied by soft chords from the string section. The first and second themes, or fragments of them, are then heard throughout the various sections of the orchestra. The piece becomes more energetic and at its midpoint, right after a contrapuntal section based on the second theme, there is a direct quote played by the woodwinds of the Dies Irae, a Gregorian chant from the Requiem that is melodically related to the work’s second theme. The Dies Irae is presented unusually in a major key. After this section the piece returns to the first and second themes and climaxes with the full orchestra playing very strong dynamics. Then there is an abrupt break in the texture and the coda represents the dawn breaking (a cockerel’s crow, played by the oboe) and the skeletons returning to their graves.

The piece makes particular use of the xylophone to imitate the sounds of rattling bones. Saint-Saëns uses a similar motif in the Fossils movement of The Carnival of the Animals.

There are also some different videos that I found on YouTube that I also found to be pretty neat.
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“I want you to bake something today”

This was what my husband told me yesterday. I love freshly baked stuff, so I couldn’t really say no. I don’t really bake stuff all that often, so it’s always fun to get a reason to bake something.

We thought about making cinnamon rolls, and halfway decided to make this. But then I would need milk, and we were all out of milk. And making cinnamon rolls with water instead of milk is no good. Or, it works, it’s just not all that good.

At the grocery shop, however, we found Norwegian apples. You can only get real Norwegian apples in autumn, and this is in the middle of the apple season. We decided to scrap the cinnamon roll idea, and make apple cake instead. Apple cake with custard cream. Yummeeeh!

Since apple cake is so delicious, we decided to make a double size one, with eight apples instead of four. I put it in the oven, waited for half an hour, and took it out again.

It wasn’t done.

I didn’t have the time to shove it back into the oven, because I really needed to make dinner, and since potatoes au gratin also needs the oven, the cake would have to wait.

After dinner, though, and about one and a half hour after I took it out, I shoved the cake back in the oven, for another half an hour. It still wasn’t completely done, but I was afraid it would be too dry and overcooked on the edges, so I took it out.

We were both full after dinner, so we didn’t eat it before this morning. (Apple cake for breakfast. Oh so healthy.) And it’s so good, so moist and the apple pieces in the cake is really soft and sweet.


It is also the first thing I’ve baked as a wife. So that’s a thing. <3