My older sister has arrived with all her kids. I foresee lots of sound and a high tempo in the days ahead.

*Ahem*:

( KITTIES! )

(As of yesterday), RIP, Grandpa.

That's five family members - on my father's side - dead in a little over three years.

I have never tried uploading pictures to my LJ before. This means that I have never shared a photo of my kitty before, which is CLEARLY a CRIME against HUMANITY
and must be rectified immediately.

( BEHOLD. )

My older sister's visiting with her three kids. It's lovely seeing them again, but the cat's terrified of them. Normally, she'll get in and out through a ventilation shaft that goes to the basement, and then just come in if we've remembered to not close the door (and meow until we open it if we've forgotten). Now, she won't come in unless I stand ( Read more... )

I was in Oslo this weekend. My sister got married. It was a very beautiful wedding, and she looked gorgeous.

It's not even half past five in the morning, and I've been awake for two hours. Today I'm moving to York for half a year, and I'm really, really nervous about it.

Of course, everything's made worse by the fact that today it's exactly one month since my dad died, and I really, really miss him.

(And my older sister.)

According to the clock on my computer, it's still ten five minutes until my birthday is over, so I'm making a birthday post ( Read more... )

I wanted to write an entry about how the emotionally moving stuff hits us harder in comedy series because it's all the rarer...

...and relate this to why so many are tired of blood and gore in comic books.

I wanted to write an entry about how I, after having watched a lot of episodes of Scrubs in a row, start thinking in the structure of a TV ( Read more... )

I had an interesting conversation with my sister this morning. It went something like this (most of it loosely translated from Norwegian):

Me: Have I made you read A Distant Soil yet ( Read more... )