Lists not to my credit, cont'd

Phrases recently Googled, with semi-explanatory comments:

- what does being a librarian actually entail [note: I'm too tired to come up with an effective search string, but I just got a temporary job as an actual librarian rather than a manual-labouring library assistant, and I'm not 100% sure what I'll be doing]

- i was a navy seal, we're good at staying dry [misquotation of The Middleman, I think]

- the world loves us and is our bitch [Mclusky song title]

- "biff og dyr champagne" [Åge Alexandersen lyric, obviously]

Lists not to my credit

Advertisements that have made me tear up very slightly:

- "Home is the most important place in the world", the IKEA print ad. (Not the TV ad, which I find unheimlich in the extreme. It reminds me of horror films.) The tearing up occurred on the London underground.

- "I love the whole world" , the Discovery Channel ad. This was just now.

Songs on my iPod whose titles start with the word "Dirty", as discovered when walking home from town on Saturday night (it should be noted that I've transferred fewer than a hundred songs to this iPod so far, so this represents a decent percentage):

- "Dirty Business", the Dresden Dolls

- "Dirty Dream No. 2", Belle and Sebastian

- "Dirty Mind", the Pipettes.

f.r.i.d.a.y.

I haven't written once since getting the new laptop (a thirteen-inch Macbook, very shiny and pristine (I'm not among the mac owners who describe their computers as "sexy", there should be limits to anthropomorphising)), mostly because it's been too hot and I'm not being paid to sit in front of a computer any more. Also now it's getting to be a negative spiral where I keep thinking of things to share with the internet at large, like "I wonder what all my zombie dreams symbolise, considering I'm only vaguely interested in zombies when I'm awake", or "I found those earrings that look like tacky music award trophies in earring form, and I have a superstition that they bring success when I wear them, but they do look quite odd", or "why does this computer emit a tinnitus-type sound when I have earphones in without listening to anything, as if to say 'LIFE IS SHORT, PUT SOME MUSIC ON'", and then not posting them.

In short, though, I'm in Trondheim and very very glad of it. I'm working at the nursing library and pretty glad of that; the sheer nine-to-fiveness appeals to me, plus Karsten's been working there for the past week (not to mention Ellen) and we've been able to do swivel chair dancing to the TIng Tings. I like the heat when it's hot and the rain when it's raining. The immediate and distant future is bright and exciting and the present is a bower of delights, excepting the zombie dreams, and I'm off now to buy ingredients for a blueberry pie to take to a cake and beer party tonight. Thank God it's Friday.